I Married the Beautiful Female Protagonist In Order To Survive

11. Thirty Years East of the River, Thirty Years West!

“Although I’m not sure how you knew, Mr. Ogilid, everything you just said is correct. In fact, ever since I was taken in by the young lady’s family, I’ve often encountered strange things…”

“At first, when I went out shopping, I would always meet oddly dressed old men and women who would stop me and give me books with content I couldn’t understand. I didn’t dare to take them, and they would chase after me. Despite being old men and women, why could they run so fast!?”

“And recently, they’ve started to follow me. Sometimes, when I wake up from sleep, I find many books next to my pillow. Out of fear, I’ve quietly burned them all…”

Soon, Nell, surprised at how I could “guess” her ordeal, confessed her terrible experiences with an innocent and panicked face like a little rabbit.

It was clear that Kefir and Nell had a good relationship. In the next moment, Kefir immediately hugged Nell, gently stroking her back to comfort her.

“Listen, Ogilid, I might be subjective, but Nell is really unlucky. She always encounters entanglements with suspicious middle-aged and elderly people. Bringing her here was also partly to help her avoid them. Don’t worry, Nell, as long as I’m here, I will definitely protect you.”

“Young lady…”

“Ogilid, Ogilid! She’s done explaining, can you stop staring at her with that infatuated look?”

“Young lady, she’s staring at us. Oh, it’s my first time being so close to a young man, I’m so nervous…”

Ah~ The scent of citrus, the protagonist-like Kefir, the demure Nell, a standard pairing, so civilized!

But I… have no mood to appreciate the beautiful sight of the two beautiful girls hugging each other.

Because: The buxom maid’s misfortune is not just “bad luck,” and her appearance is not some kind of “blessing” for me.

As the saying goes, before heaven bestows a great responsibility on a person, it will first test their will, exhaust their muscles and bones, and starve their body and skin. Without a car or a house, orphaned, wandering without a home, carrying a hidden identity—Neru possesses all the “protagonist attributes” that one would only find in a “thirty years east of the river, thirty years west.”

And the most fatal thing is that she actually survived!

Then there’s the last part of that ancient saying, which Neru also encountered: the “unfortunate meeting with a suspicious old man,” a staple of the protagonist’s journey—an extraordinary encounter!

Neru’s identity and experiences are exactly that of a protagonist template from a script filled with deep-seated vengeance! And look at Neru’s beautiful appearance, fair and lovely; at first, I didn’t think much of it, but now it seems impossible that she’s just a purveyor of blessings.

The world is so vast, it wouldn’t be strange to have a few more protagonist scripts besides the likes of Kefir, the darling of the heavens. But what makes me nervous is this: as the great villain Ogelid, in my own script of fancy deaths, the only true protagonist who could keep me alive is Kefir alone!

So… what about the others?

I immediately flipped through Neru’s script in my mind, but the ending was very simple.

[Neru will kill Ogelid.]

Damn it, I knew it would be this result! Apart from Kefir keeping me alive, all the other slightly significant characters will end up killing me!

Give me more details!

[Neru will stab Ogelid to death.]

[Neru turns around, and with one swift stab, Ogelid is sent to the west.]

[Neru’s heart is reluctant, but knowing this man must die, she can only harden her heart and draw the knife despite her profound melancholy…]

They even embellished it, didn’t they?

“Ogelid, what’s wrong with you?”

“Nothing… nothing at all.”

Shaking my head, I also gave up on delving further into the script. At this point, without seeing specific details and reasons, and considering this is my first encounter with Neru, there’s no surprise.

But one thing is certain: Neru will definitely kill me later! And Neru’s experiences have clearly proven that her script is not one to be compared with mere extras. In other words… as time goes by, Neru in this protagonist script of deep-seated vengeance will “level up her training, encountering grandfathers and grandmothers,” and it will become increasingly easy for her to kill me, Ogelid.

Perhaps, by then, even clinging to Kefir’s coattails for survival will be difficult…

I took a sharp intake of cold air. Kefir, standing beside me, wouldn’t care about my plight. Neru’s arrival made her very happy. Seeing this, I knew I wouldn’t have a chance to drive Neru away. Plus, I have to be wary of other fancy death endings in my script, so I can’t easily give up on clinging to Kefir’s coattails. Therefore, my only choice is to: stay here and find a way to avoid being killed by Neru.

“Neru, to celebrate you joining me, and… cough cough! Also to celebrate a certain charlatan finally shedding his black charlatan identity, let’s make tonight’s dinner a bit more lavish.”

“Leave it to me, Miss! I’ll see what I can whip up.”

Neru brandished a shiny knife.

I was genuinely startled and hurriedly snatched it away!

“Let me join in too!”

“You?” Kefir looked at me suspiciously. Seeing me standing shoulder to shoulder with Neru, she pouted with a hint of jealousy, though it was unclear who she was jealous of.

“Hey, charlatan, you’re not…”

“Of course not! Back in the day, I was the renowned little head of the household for miles around! Steaming, frying, stewing, cooking—I’m skilled in all of it!”

I indeed approached Neru on purpose, but it’s definitely not for the reason you’re thinking, Kefir, so please don’t stop me from clinging to your coattails!

“I’m already your personal priest, so let me show off my skills today, lest you think of me as a freeloading pretty boy.”

Blinking, Kefir also rolled up his sleeves.

“Then I’ll join in.”

Come on, everyone is welcome!

I leaned towards Nell, and then, due to the cramped kitchen, I was tightly sandwiched between Kefir and Nell. It felt almost like a dream, but what overwhelmed me more was nervousness.

After all, my current situation was heaven on one side.

“Ogilid, hand me the knife.”

And on the other… hell.

“Mr. Ogilid, do you have any dietary restrictions?”

I had to hold on tight to Kefir’s thigh, and Nell couldn’t be sent away, so there was only one way to avoid Nell’s “power-up” and the subsequent fatal stab…

“No, no need for you to do it, I can handle this little thing myself.”

Prevent any chance that might allow Nell, the protagonist with a vendetta as deep as the sea, to “level up”! From grandpa’s magical treasures and weapons to doing laundry, cooking, cleaning, and warming the bed, I took every measure to block her from encountering and “leveling up” before she could, using the script to my advantage!

Although this was a disruption to Nell’s script…

As long as she remained an unlucky and timid maid, with perhaps only a larger chest, leading a happy and ordinary life, she surely wouldn’t have the power to kill me on a whim, right?

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Nell’s character illustration has been updated in the first volume.