I Married the Beautiful Female Protagonist In Order To Survive

26. I Shall Send You A Wreath

Henry the Third immediately halted in his tracks, after all, Zerola’s previous “mouth cannon” had little lethality, but its insult was extremely high. Among the Great Ying Empire, “royal relatives” and ordinary nobles were two different concepts, who would dare to directly ridicule a royal relative?

It was precisely because of this that when such a “person” really appeared, Henry the Third almost “broke defense” directly, fortunately… the royal family’s etiquette and upbringing over the years allowed Henry the Third to calm down a lot, and he turned around and smiled.

“Inquire? Is there any need for inquiry? ‘Arrangements’ never require consultation, Zerola. Surely with your commoner’s short-sightedness, you cannot possibly grasp what our royal ‘arrangements’ truly entail? Filora has no second choice other than to ‘accept.’”

This time, it was Zerola who lost it.

Zerola didn’t care at all about the taunts like “short-sightedness,” a dog bites a person, but a person can’t bite a dog ~

The problem is… this Great Ying Empire’s “Prince Charming’s” attitude toward Filora was something Zerola couldn’t tolerate in the slightest! If he could treat Filora normally, respecting Filora’s choice, then no matter how Filora decided in the future, Zerola would have an excuse and reason to let go, but now it seems…

She had clearly overestimated this fellow’s magnanimity, even his character. The moment he said “arrangements,” Zerola knew that if she didn’t find a chance to punch this guy hard and turn him into a pig’s head, the discomfort in her heart would probably never be relieved!

“What, not convinced?”

Feeling Zelora’s “shift,” Henry III chuckled, “Then prove to me that you have the right, the authority, to make the Great British Empire change its ‘arrangements’ for Philora? You can’t, can you? You probably won’t have that qualification, that standing, in this lifetime, or the next.”

“Look at yourself now. Do I really need to spell it out? You’re just an ordinary poor kid, no money, no power, no status, can’t do anything. You… you’re nothing.”

“Remember that well, and keep wallowing in your well like a frog at the bottom of a pond. Otherwise… you think you can defy fate?”

Sarcasm, disdain, mockery. From Zelora’s perspective, every move of this Henry III oozed contempt for him. But precisely… what he said wasn’t wrong. The things he could accomplish with his own strength were too limited. Even though he made such a big “news splash” that day, it was only to tell Philora the principle of “deciding for herself,” and couldn’t stop her palm from slapping him or her leaving.

If Philora still didn’t have a single iota of awakening and just remained passively “obedient to arrangements,” then… Zelora would feel nothing but disappointment and frustration.

After all, what’s the point of him perking up and working hard? If Philora doesn’t change at all, his actions…really will just be the wishful thinking of a “lapdog.”

Just then, Zelora noticed: Henry III, after lecturing him, must have gotten carried away, because he proudly pulled out something.

“Take a good look~ This Great British Royal Family insignia in my hand is ‘qualification.’ With it, you can do whatever you want. But… can you get it?”

Then, as if provoking him, he tossed it into the air!

“Can’t get it, can you? I’d rather throw it away myself than give it to you~ Hahaha~”

Laugh your damn head off. When you’re in your coffin, I’ll send you a wreath!

Besides, you said it yourself, you dolt, that thing… is “qualification,” right!?

If Philora still isn’t doing anything, then he’ll help her do something! If Philora still doesn’t like him! Then!

He’ll think of ways to make her like him!

Otherwise, what the hell would you call chasing a goddess!?

In the next instant, Zelora had already acted! But Henry III’s movements were faster than Zelora had anticipated! Before the “insignia” even hit the ground, he grabbed Zelora’s shoulder, “pinning” him down just as he was about to jump and snatch it.

At the same time, laughter came.

“What, trying to be a thief?”

That tone made Zelora feel that something was off, but at this moment, Zelora didn’t have time to think!

“Ha! You threw it away! I just happened to be passing by and picked it up!”

“Then did you pick it up?”

“!”

This guy’s doing it on purpose! Wants to fight! Or rather… wants him to fail!?

Ha! Then he’s come to the right guy! He would give him a “Fuhu Luohan Fist” to his face for free.

Competing with Moriahti required considering that beautiful girl’s feelings, but for a person like you, using Nine Yin White Bone Claw to gouge out your lower body would be considered lenient!

A surge of momentum exploded. Zelora no longer bothered to “hide” anything, and threw a punch at Henry III’s lower body! Although it wasn’t exactly “a kick to blast his eggs,” the gust of wind it stirred up definitely made Henry III swallow hard.

“You’re using your Seventh Stage power for this!?”

“Then I’ll change it up for you!”

This time, his fists turned to palms, and the place Zelora poked at was clearly Henry III’s two kidneys!

If he were to poke out any internal injuries in this area, Henry III’s nightlife in the future would be greatly affected.

“Tch!”

Both hands slapped away Zerola’s “ghost hands,” and Henry III’s voice grew enraged. “Zerola, do you even know what fairness is!?”

“You know!? You ‘arranged’ things for Filora! You know jack! Mel! Hurry!”

Hearing the commotion, Mel, never one to shy away from trouble, tossed over a practice sword. Zerola grabbed it without hesitation and thrust it towards Henry III’s ample waist! Even Henry III could no longer maintain his composure. He immediately drew his own sword, the blades clashing and sparking!

“Hey! Be fair, if you want to snatch it, at least make it convincing…”

“Convincing my ass! When have you ever convinced Filora!? Why the hell would I need to convince you!?”

“You dare disrespect the Royal Family!?”

“Respect? When your corpse is cremated, I’ll use it to light my firecrackers!”

“Zerola!!! Are you worthy of her!?”

“Worthy or not! It’s up to her to decide! You? Get out of the way! I’m not some pansy!”

Henry III’s face flushed crimson with anger! He swatted the emblem even further away with his sword while his attacks on Zerola became noticeably heavier! It was then that Zerola realized: this “Prince Charming’s” strength seemed only slightly higher than his own, and he heard Henry’s cold chuckle.

“Looks like you’re going to have a rough day.”

“Rough my ass! You threw the emblem first, you started this! Now you want to back out? Go crawl! I’m in it for the long haul!”

Forced backward, Zerola tore off the last shirt he was wearing, going bare-chested!

“If I don’t beat your face into a Peppa Pig mask today, I’ll be henpecked for life!”

“Dare you say ‘arranged’ to Filora?”

“I’ll arrange *you* first!”

Been wanting to write new fantasy these past days, so busy…

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