I Married the Beautiful Female Protagonist In Order To Survive

49. Adults, Times Have Changed

At this moment, unlike the harmonious and happy scenes of the Great Ying Empire, where the scent of wheat and milk wafted over from time to time, the candidates of the Rosia Empire were having a tough time.

After the nations barely reached a peace treaty at the summit, the empire with the most historical conflicts and closest to the Great Ying Empire was the Rosia Empire, located at the northern border of the continent. Due to the cold climate and frequent storm-level snowfalls, not only were resources precious within the Rosia Empire, but even the types of magic were scarce. However, this also fostered the Rosians’ innate talent for strength and martial prowess; just a few gulps from a bottle of liquor would instantly transform them into Saiyan warriors.

Such a blunt and straightforward empire naturally needed a “tyrant” to govern, and the current Emperor of the Rosia Empire, Ivan Leti, was just such a figure, especially towards his subjects who failed their missions…

“It’s over…”

Rasputin sat in the temporary tent, staring blankly while stuffing the last bite of meat from the military can into her mouth.

As night approached, the temperature plummeted, but her forehead was covered in sweat.

“Hey, do you think we’ll be thrown onto the tiger bench by Lord Leti if we go back empty-handed?”

“No, no way…”

The lackey beside her was pouring herself a drink, sighing with a hint of alcohol breath, “The Emperor isn’t that kind of person. She wouldn’t be so merciful. She’s more likely to skewer our chrysanthemums with a sword and then electrocute us…”

Rasputin shivered. Sitting on the tiger bench was something she had gotten used to since serving Emperor Leti; it was just a bit painful. But being skewered and electrocuted in public, leading to incontinence, was the “psychological attack” that the Emperor had recently introduced because everyone had grown accustomed to physical punishment. Even Rasputin didn’t want to lose face in public.

And all this was caused by those three Ying-country brutes. Clearly, to not fall behind, they had stayed up all night clearing and occupying the road, but then one of the Ying-country woman’s lackeys found a new path! Even a fool could see that was the right way, right?

It wasn’t that they couldn’t have forced their way through at the time, but that Kefir was a well-known genius of the Great Ying Empire, with informants tipping her off and defenses ready. It was a bit difficult to take her down with one shot, so they had to return, but this wouldn’t do.

The Emperor had said, “It doesn’t matter if you kill a few people, just bring back the treasure.”

Amidst her worries, suddenly there was a commotion outside, followed by another lackey kicking a young woman with a sullen face and struggling hands, bound behind her back, into the tent.

Rasputin and the lackey glared at each other.

“I’m only in my twenties and too busy to marry; it doesn’t mean I like women. Why would you tie up a woman reeking of perfume in the middle of the night, obviously from the Great Ying Empire, and bring her here?”

Before she finished speaking, the sullen woman looked up and glared at Rasputin.

Nice eyes, but what a pity about the figure. Better roll back to Ying-country and drink some apa tea.

“Lord Rasputin, you’re overthinking it,” said the henchman. “While patrolling outside, I found this woman sneaking into the ruins, acting all sneaky. I didn’t know what she was up to, so I gave her a few punches and brought her in. And then… I found a weapon on her.”

With that, the lackey tossed a dagger onto the ground.

Rasputin flicked away the booger he had dug out with his pinky.

People from the Great Ying Empire wandering around the ruins with weapons, not here to pick a fight with us, that means…

“Hey, woman, your name.”

“…”

“Throw her out, hang her upside down, and drown her.”

“Lu Yi Twenty-Three!”

That easy to crack? What a wimp.

Muttering to himself, Rasputin said, “What a hassle, I’ll just call you 2.b. What, you brought this thing to go shopping?”

Lu Yi Twenty-Three suddenly lifted her head, her eyes bloodshot, her voice as hoarse as a starving beast.

“I came here to kill that b*tch and her two lackeys! It’s none of your business with Rosiya! Be smart and don’t meddle in affairs that don’t concern you!”

“Heh? A chicken telling us not to cause trouble, eh~”

Rasputin sneered while he crushed a military can into a pancake with his bare hands. Being looked down upon by someone from the Ying Empire was something they couldn’t tolerate. Soon, his two minions were also shouting “Suka Blyat” as they punched and kicked at 2.b.

Rasputin didn’t care about the life or death of this foreigner from Ying, but suddenly, a spark of inspiration made him realize that this person might still be of some use.

After all, he was Lord Letty’s aide, the first sage of the Rosiya Empire! How could he return empty-handed and face humiliation? If this woman truly had a grudge against Kefir, why not let her go? What’s that called, cicada… pah, using someone else’s knife to do the deed!

This way, even if the foreigner from Ying died, it would have nothing to do with Rosiya. All they had to do was make it easier for this woman to “take care” of them.

“Hey, stop it.”

Saying so, Rasputin approached 2.b, who was now bruised and swollen.

“You want to kill those three from Ying? What a coincidence, so do we~ Since you want to go, I’ll give you the chance~”

“What… what?”

The previous cries turned into hope, making Lu Yi Twenty-Three look at Rasputin with some anticipation.

“Follow us quietly next, we’ll find you an opportunity to make your move. Ah, by the way, seeing you with a knife, I guess you’ve never even killed a chicken. Let me give you one of our genius emperor’s latest inventions, a murder weapon!”

With that, Rasputin took out something hidden in his arms.

“This… what is this!? Can this thing really kill Kefir…”

“Wanna know?”

Rasputin aimed “that thing” right next to Lu Yi Twenty-Three’s ear.

The next moment.

【Bang】

“Ah ah ah ah!”

“Ha ha ha ha ha~ This is called a blunderbuss, fun isn’t it? It’s even more fun when it’s time to blow someone’s brains out~ All your country’s fancy magic spells are useless~ When the time comes, just point the muzzle at that foreigner, pull the trigger, and it’s all over~ Here, it’s yours now~”

Rasputin tossed the gun in front of a stunned, perhaps pleasantly petrified, Louis XXIII.

He stood up and turned to his lackeys.

“Feeling good tonight, let’s go, time for some mischief!”

“Hara-shoo!”

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