I Married the Beautiful Female Protagonist In Order To Survive

12. In life, I am yours; in death, your ghost~

The very second before, Rasputin was still laughing heartily, but now her face twisted in disbelief!

She spun around and roared at me, “Suka Blyat, do you take me for a fool!?”

It wasn’t just Rasputin; even Kefir looked at me bewildered. I mean, the villainous Russian is one thing, but Kefir, why you too?

I’m certainly not cut out for fighting, but when it comes to this kind of cultural warfare, no one on this earth can compete with me.

From the moment Rasputin decided to stump us with questions unfamiliar to Kefir, all I had to do was glance at the script for the answers, then take a mere ten seconds or so to jot down the correct ones, that’s all.

“We’ve finished the test, teacher. Surely you don’t expect us to boast here for half an hour and turn it in at the very end!?”

Rasputin suddenly slammed the table and snatched the test papers. Regaining her composure, she sneered, “Hmph, you must’ve blindly guessed, knowing nothing! Pack up your things and get lost! I don’t believe for a second that you got all… ugh…”

The moment she glanced at the answers, Rasputin’s face twisted again.

“Lord Rasputin, what, what’s wrong!?”

“Suka Blyat, am I seeing ghosts?”

Rasputin’s cheeks were quivering.

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Don’t look at me like that, I said 99 points and I meant it.

“What’s the matter, teacher? The answers are all there, hurry up and correct Kefir’s score.”

“…Wait, wait! I need to take these papers back and grade them carefully!”

Rasputin’s panicked response hid a completely different thought.

Because the script suddenly appeared in my mind!

【Rasputin intends to take the test papers away and secretly alter the results!】

Tsk, this Russian! Still causing trouble even now!

The next part is really not my forte, but just as I was about to give Kefir a look, signaling her to snatch the papers back to ensure their safety.

Suddenly, the classroom door was flung open from outside! A strange cold breeze followed, catching Rasputin off guard in her moment of panic, blowing the papers right out of her hands.

Then, the figure who entered clapped her hands, and another gust of wind appeared from the window, blowing the papers right into her own hands.

It’s Moriarty! The professor has followed us!

“Looks like the exam is over, eh, Professor Rasputin?”

“Gah…”

Clearly, Moriarty had had her fair share of disputes with Rasputin in the past, and upon seeing Moriarty, Rasputin’s expression twisted even more.

“Return the test papers…”

“The original of the student promotion exam papers must be kept by the student’s own tutor, and the proctoring tutor keeps the results. It seems you’ve forgotten, so let me remind you. I’ve taken Kefir’s papers, and I’m looking forward to… my excellent student’s results~”

With that, Moriarty winked at us.

The script also wrote it as such: [Moriarty stopped Rasputin’s tampering.]

“Alright, Kefir, take your entourage and leave, don’t trouble the students who have exams after this.”

This professor, seems to be on our side?

Doubting myself, I didn’t pay attention to the latter part of the script.

[Moriarty also noticed Euclid.]

After all, such rhetoric was already commonplace for me.

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Compared to my doubts about Moriarty, Kefir had immense trust in her tutor’s abilities. Naturally, the answers I wrote down for Kefir in the script couldn’t possibly be wrong! So, after receiving the script that read [Kefir successfully passed the promotion exam and became a third-year student at the Rublyanka Academy], I breathed a sigh of relief and confidently followed Kefir out of the classroom.

Then, with the silent Kefir… we returned to my dormitory.

At such a time, a little surprise celebration would surely make Kefir happy, and ensure my place by her side. However, today, to help Kefir get through the trouble I caused in the script, I didn’t have time to prepare.

Rather, before I shamelessly clung to her coattails, I should apologize for the trouble my negligence caused in Kefir’s script.

However, just as I was about to speak…

“Sorry…”

“Euclid, I’m sorry.”

The one apologizing was Kefir! No, no, how could you apologize to me, when has the protagonist ever apologized to the antagonist, are you trying to kill me?

“Kefir, you don’t need to.”

“Just listen!”

No problem! You’re the boss, you call the shots!

I raised my hands in surrender.

In the empty room, Kefir’s sigh was especially clear.

“I was too reckless, because of some unnecessary thoughts…”

“They’re not unnecessary!”

After all, I had read the script all night long, and I knew what Kefir was apologizing for, and what she “cared” about.

Kefir was only concerned about Letty’s matter, and as a villain who needs to rely on Kefir’s protagonist aura, how could I let Kefir continue the script with a “strange mood”? After the “preliminary plot” of the entrance exams, there will definitely be a “main plot” that will come to level up Kefir!

To take a step back, I don’t want Kefir to be downhearted because of a misunderstanding. Since Kefir has proactively made an unnecessary apology, then I can’t continue to cover up too much about Letty’s matter.

“It’s my fault, I accidentally provoked that midget, and had to deal with it. Because in the prophecy… that midget is very likely to kill me.”

“!”

Kefir immediately clenched her fist!

“Don’t be nervous, it’s just a possibility! Isn’t this me being precautious, that’s why I dealt with her before? It’s not the strange relationship you’re thinking of, or some kind of ill fate. Sorry, prophecies are uncertain and change repeatedly, I didn’t want to tell you without evidence.”

Saying this much was already enough.

As for Letty’s identity, I really can’t reveal it too early, as it might affect Kefir’s future.

With this explanation, are you satisfied, boss?

I was just about to ask, but Kefir had already come close. Her body pressed tightly against mine, just to make it easier for her to whisper in my ear.

But in this room, it’s just the two of us, can’t you speak normally, boss Kefir? Kefir wouldn’t have it and instead took a position almost sitting in my lap, her arms wrapped around my shoulders, her lips almost touching my ear.

I didn’t ask, I didn’t dare to ask, and I was too embarrassed to ask.

As a man with emotional intelligence, I know that at this time I have to pretend to be silent, to create a bit of a happy atmosphere for Kefir, as a congratulations for her getting through the trouble, and by the way… it’s also our “interaction” after clearing up that little misunderstanding.

So, I try to suppress some instinctive feelings, listening to Kefir exhaling like an orchid in my ear.

“Next, next time… I won’t rashly doubt you like this, Ogelid.”

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Today is my birthday, I almost forgot to update, sorry.