I Married the Beautiful Female Protagonist In Order To Survive

19. Blondes Always Lose (Monthly Tickets Please!)

Zerora – how he managed to worm his way into the prestigious halls of the Great British Empire’s Imperial Royal Academy was beyond understanding. Each time, he scraped by his studies with just enough to “fly under the radar,” and somehow found the audacity, or perhaps sheer recklessness, to pursue Philora, the goddess-like figure, earning him the title of a “problem student”.

Mel – one of the Academy’s apex beings. She was the student council president, revered and adored by students of both genders. Her elven heritage, exquisite beauty, and a warm, approachable demeanor made her one of the most “supreme” figures within and without the academy.

And here, in the student council room this evening, these two individuals whose differences in status, position, and even personality could only be described as “vast”, were about to join forces and create “a stir”, maybe even deliver a “bombshell” that could leave the Great British Empire utterly “stunned”!

In the dim light, a lone man and woman shared an otherwise empty room, yet no strange atmosphere emanated from the room. If one were to insist on detecting something “ambiguous,” it would probably have to be the moment Zerora turned around after hearing Mel’s voice.

“Alright, Zerora, I’ve changed. Sigh… I told you to turn away and not look, and you actually didn’t peek even once?”

“There’s got to be an atmosphere for peeking, and right now isn’t the appropriate atmosphere for me to peek…uh…”

The flirtatious remark almost escaped, but Zerora swallowed it down. After all…just as Zerora was prepared to make “big news” with Mel as agreed, having “prepared” in advance in the Academy’s student council room, he was taken aback when Mel showed up in her “gear”.

The usual Mel, whose chest bounced with two big, white mounds and a beaming smile, was gone. Instead, she was wearing…a uniform primarily in black. Shirt, tie, black stocking, and short skirt, the “white” might have been out of sight, but… the size, definitely still there.

Mel, in this uniform, gave Zerora a certain feeling, new and…beautiful – the words got stuck in Zerora’s throat, and he could only manage such a low-EQ adjective.

“This is the standard uniform for elves in my Kingdom of Prussia,” Mel said, twirling around. “Ah~ If I knew you’d stare so intently, I would have worn this to the Academy more often. After all…I’ve worn this kind of outfit since I was little, I’m a little tired of it.”

Zerora’s tongue was all tied up, because…

“I…I didn’t mean to, it’s just that, just that I suddenly heard you talk about your own kingdom.”

“Suddenly? But you’ve never taken the initiative to ask me, have you?”

Interrupting Zerora, Mel admired his distress and embarrassment with a hint of a smile. He who takes the king’s shilling, must do the king’s bidding. This described Zerora’s situation perfectly. It was rare to see him, who was usually so flippant, now become so reserved and hesitant.

Mel sighed, and said: “You don’t need to feel guilty, nor do you need to reflect on whether you’re a scumbag, after all…tonight’s event isn’t difficult for me, I just haven’t said it before, I actually know Queen Adelaide of my side of the elves quite well~ Humph, any regrets? Although it’s not the Great British Empire, but I’m also a royal relative on the elf side~”

“Besides, now is not the time to discuss my identity, is it?”

What needs attention now, is you.

Mel didn’t say the words out loud. After all…Zerora in her vision had also changed into the uniform of her own kingdom tonight, with a new image. And what he was about to do was the same, different from the previous “tailing” and “simping” behavior, truly…wanting to “take action,” and this action, looking at the Great British Empire, no, in the various kingdoms of the entire continent, few dared to think or do it.

It figures…

“Quite handsome.”

“Cough, cough! Please, please don’t flatter me, okay!? I feel like I look utterly ridiculous in this getup.”

“Not at all~ It suits you wonderfully. Quite handsome, indeed.”

After a pause, Mel glanced once more, a fleeting, complex smile playing on her lips before she tucked it away. “Truly… quite handsome.”

“Huh? Wait, President, you’re giving me goosebumps all over!”

“Haha~ More than a few people will be looking at you later~ Better get used to it early~”

Casting aside some bothersome thoughts, Mel picked up a hat from the table and placed it on her head. “Zerola, you’ve noted down everything I briefed you on, yes?”

“Let’s head out. Today, we bring a little ‘excitement’ to Flora~”

“Mel, I can’t help but feel you’re especially… animated today?”

Mimicking her, Zerola put on his own hat, falling into step behind Mel while unable to resist the question.

“The idea was yours; I’m merely providing some necessary support, Zerola. Besides, adventure runs in every elf’s blood, you know~ Otherwise… why do you think I wouldn’t be content to stay by His Majesty’s side and would instead run to a place like this to study your human knowledge?”

Straightening her tie, Mel hurried her pace.

Pressed for time, yes… but also unwilling to let Zerola behind her see her current expression.

“Stop staring and peppering me with questions, Zerola. Right now, what you should be considering… is someone else, no?”

“Do you know who you’re facing? The Queen of the Great Ying Empire, the Great Ying Empire’s ‘Prince Charming,’ a whole host of high-ranking nobles of the Great Ying Empire. What you’re about to do is snatch teeth from a tiger’s mouth… a whole mouthful of them. Now… is not the time to be worrying about me, is it? If you’re having second thoughts, I’ll look down on you.”

“Don’t try to goad me, Mel. If I had any regrets, I wouldn’t even be here tonight.”

Zerola clenched his fists, unseen.

These past days of “discreet inquiries” had made Zerola fully aware of why Flora had been acting so “peculiar” of late. Everyone thought the “toad” had finally given up, but…

Ha! As if!

Is there even such a thing as getting tired of chasing after a beautiful girl!?

Moreover, what he faced now had already transcended the question of “to chase or not to chase” and risen to a level that… demanded Zerola’s intervention.

Even if it meant resorting to less-than-honorable methods; even if it meant disregarding Flora’s identity and status; even if it meant ignoring the consequences that would follow…

Some actions are rash, reckless, and foolish, but… they can be effective.

Because…

What he cared about had never been the “Great Ying Empire,” but only… her. He possessed no impressive status, no remarkable power or wealth, but… some things had to be given to her, reminded to her, by him.

Is this the act of a scoundrel?

Then a scoundrel he would be. He was acting solely for her, and cared nothing for all the other complexities.

Because… he knew what Flora was thinking now.

What she was… anticipating!