2. If I call you, would you dare to respond?
Upon arriving in the Great Yīng Empire, entering the royal city, and stepping into Her Majesty the Queen’s palace domain, everything that followed was beyond my control. As soon as the convoy arrived, Ke Fei Er and I were surrounded and taken away by a throng of palace maids who had been waiting there, leaving us no chance to resist. In the end, they even intentionally separated Ke Fei Er and me into two different residences that night. As Professor Moriarty put it: they were afraid we might accidentally spark something before the great battle, causing Ke Fei Er to be unable to move the next day.
That kind of thing would never happen!
Also… Professor, your innuendos are so lowbrow.
What followed was a sleepless night filled with tossing and turning for me, and then the next morning, as I was groggily waking up, I was dragged away by the maids, treated like a clothes hanger… no, treated like a life-sized doll , stuffed and smeared with all sorts of things, and finally shoved into the carriage heading to Ke Fei Er’s home.
Inside the city, a festive atmosphere reigned; Ke Fei Er’s estate was completely blocked by arriving vehicles from all directions; the open-air ceremony site deep within the estate had already been beautifully decorated like a fairyland by Uncle Ze Luo La while Ke Fei Er and I were out; even Queen Lou Yi IV, who had always found excuses to obstruct things, was strangely acting as a witness this time…
It’s only an “engagement,” and it’s already so extravagant. I really can’t imagine what the “wedding” will look like in the future.
【After the engagement with Ke Fei Er, Ou Ji Li De’s situation will become even more dangerous!】
The script had been reminding me of this since last night, a content I had long anticipated. But now that we’ve reached this point… for both emotional and logical reasons, I shouldn’t leave Ke Fei Er hanging any longer.
Then, let’s begin!
Bearing the strange gazes of the many participants below—some envious; some jealous; some directly eyeing my life because of my status, conjuring up death scripts—I held my head high under the pressure.
【Lou Yi IV is plotting something!】
The queen, who had always obstructed the engagement to use me, was now actively becoming a witness. She stood beside me, wearing her usual innocent and bright smile, and today she had even changed out of her usual idol attire into a slightly more modest formal long dress, indicating that she truly had no intention of stealing the spotlight from Ke Fei Er.
The old man who would soon start droning on, reportedly invited by the queen, is the oldest priest in the Great Yīng Empire. Professor Moriarty was whispering with him, gesturing about something.
Then, after a moment of self-doubt, wondering “Do I look somewhat decent?” I locked eyes with the figure slowly approaching from beside Uncle Ze Luo La.
I knew: from this moment on, my gaze should not—and could not—wander elsewhere.
In an instant, I seemed to return to the time when I was desperately fleeing from an evil organization, finally encountering that snow-like elfin girl with white hair for the first time within the Great Yīng Empire. However, unlike back then, this girl was no longer in an indigo dress, but appeared under a dazzling white wedding gown, like a “goddess” from a book.
And this time, I didn’t have to immediately “turn from darkness to light,” clinging to her leg begging her to “take me along.” She didn’t need to pull me away either. It was as if we had a tacit understanding; although we still carried some “awkwardness” and “shyness,” her action of linking arms with Uncle Ze Luo La was already no longer as stiff and flustered as before.
Clearly, at first, I just wanted to cling to the main character’s leg to avoid the threat of the death script. As for having any delusions about her, I had the audacity but no ulterior motives. As the main antagonist attempting to “taint” the protagonist, the fate in the script was generally quite unfriendly. Even now, the script that appeared in my mind was accompanied by the old priest’s incessant murmuring, buzzing in my ears.
[Oujili De was stabbed to death by a passerby A!]
[Oujili De was hacked to death by a passerby B!]
The death scripts have multiplied once again; this is the price of being a villain while foolishly attempting to indulge in swan meat! But when it comes time for me to make a decision…
“…Mr. De, do you agree?”
Only a fool would refuse.
“Of course I agree.”
Now, I am no longer helping her with the “main storyline” for the sake of “her getting stronger so I can survive.” I want to make her, the protagonist in the script, even better, so that when facing dangerous bosses, she won’t have to rely on being “injured” to evolve.
For this, I don’t mind risking my own safety to help; I believe she will triumph over any enemy with her perfect protagonist demeanor.
So, Kefi’er, let me do more than just cling to your leg; it’s time to reach higher!
“…Miss Kefi’er, do you agree?”
Her gaze flitted around nervously; her cheeks flushed a deeper pink beneath the white wedding dress; I was genuinely afraid she might bite her lip until it bled. Fortunately, in the end, Kefi’er finally mustered the courage to meet my gaze once more .
As expected of the true protagonist in the script, she had to appear “at ease” at this moment.
“I… agree.”
I awaited Kefi’er’s response, unsure whether to feel joy or sorrow. Meanwhile, her answer must have been the signal! I saw Uncle Zerola, who had been waiting, immediately strike the iconic pose from Frozen, extending his hands to the right and scattering something!
The powerful-looking mages he had summoned immediately began blowing petals above our heads!
Then Uncle Zerola scattered something with his left hand!
The mages on the other side began blowing streamers toward the guests’ seats!
The ensuing script made it clear that this was definitely not a daydream, but something happening right now!
[Oujili De and Kefi’er have officially entered into a marriage contract!]
I knew what this meant and understood the consequences that would follow. I might have had a hint of worry about the so-called marriage contract before, but now, having acknowledged those concerns, I chose to agree.
How could the villain push the protagonist away? I did something that directly contradicted the script, but I believe the “main lines” I found for Kefi’er will only strengthen her “protagonist aura.”
So why hesitate?
[Oujili De encountered… death!]
[Oujili De was… death!]
[Oujili De…]
Ignoring the subsequent death scripts that began to pop up one after another, I whispered once more.
“I agree, Kefi’er.”
Not because you are the true protagonist in the script, but because you are Kefi’er herself.
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Illustration: Kefi’er (Bride)
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