I Married the Beautiful Female Protagonist In Order To Survive

28. I am actually the Simp! (Monthly ticket begging~)

Even though Zerola had won against Henry III’s jest, and had even given the so-called “White Prince” of Great Britain a good punch, ensuring that his face, even if it couldn’t turn into Peppa Pig, could become her brother George!, Zerola was in no mood to turn back and laugh right now!

The moment he snatched the “qualification” from Henry III’s mouth, Zerola had already impatiently, crookedly, rushed out of the training ground! The mind, finally calming down from the fight, began to remind Zerola of the strangeness of the whole affair. Both Henry III’s appearance and his subsequent behavior exuded a “peculiar” aura.

As for this so-called “qualification,” wouldn’t that also be a small toy that that guy was using to make fun of him!?

But despite such thoughts, his body, still not calm, was driving Zerola to do the only thing—rely on this so-called “qualification” snatched from Henry III’s hand to see Flora again. Zerola didn’t mind being laughed at: he needed help from others just to see Flora, but now he only wanted to tell Flora one thing.

That was his thoughts. That night in the student council room was too tense and anxious, leaving Zerola unable to choose the right words for a time, which must have caused Flora to misunderstand. Although he didn’t want to admit it, the result was similar to what that Henry III fellow said: his behavior at the time was also a kind of “arrangement” for Flora.

That’s why he had to explain: That was wrong! He had never thought that way! When he first met Flora, perhaps he was just joking around, or: he approached her playfully with the feeling that he just liked chasing after goddesses, but little by little, until now, Zerola felt that he truly loved this “white swan” of Great Britain.

He liked her face, her appearance, her body, her enchanting looks! He had to admit that he liked them! Because he was an LSP!

But he also liked her personality, her behavior, her thoughts.

Including her identity, her status, the wealth of her family behind her…

Perhaps, the word he shouted out at the time was enough to summarize it—everything!

That night, he shouted out more because he wanted to compete with Henry III, but now he was willing to make such a guarantee anytime, anywhere. And now, at this moment, what he held in his hand was the last chance! Even if he ultimately couldn’t touch Flora’s fingertips, at least… he still had to tell her his thoughts.

She was free, she didn’t have to be influenced or arranged by anyone. Of course, she didn’t have to listen to Henry III’s arrangements, and naturally…

She didn’t have to be troubled and anxious because of his enticement!

Haha! I am actually a Simp!

But, so what?

At this very moment, elsewhere.

To continue wallowing in her room, feigning death, was utterly pointless. Having finally grasped this, Philora resolved to make her own decision, because…

Just moments ago, her Royal Cousin’s discreet appearance had reignited Philora’s spirit, allowing her to choose her own future.

“Cousin dear, you aren’t the only one sought after, you know. If you simply sit here, some people might be snatched away. If such a thing were to occur, don’t you think it would be rather embarrassing for us, the most excellent young lady of the Great British Empire, especially in the eyes of certain long-eared creatures?”

“Henry’s decision, in truth, has a bit of room for maneuver. You needn’t reject something you were already looking forward to simply because of our arrangements for you.”

“So, waiting here passively will only leave you at a disadvantage, perhaps even subject you to gossip. Move, go forth! This time, discard your title, and follow your heart!”

“Your Royal Cousin will only offer this one reminder: Did you know? Henry’s lineage, in the beginning, was merely that of common folk.”

Philora did not respond, but instead immediately… ignoring any semblance of grooming, she rushed out!

She didn’t even notice the faint, murmured soliloquy coming from behind her.

“Hmm~ How is it going on your end? Excellent~”

Changing into her usual attire, Philora wished she could fly to the Academy at once!

“Thoughts”? “Decisions”? The truth was, she already had them in her heart, but… even if her Royal Cousin and Henry didn’t voice it, she knew she bore certain “responsibilities.” As a royal relative of the Great British Empire, the Queen’s cousin, her “destiny” had, in theory, already been arranged.

But if she truly were to cast all of that aside, she couldn’t muster any feelings of animosity towards that scoundrel who had been eyeing her from day one, always circling around her with a cheeky grin.

At first, perhaps, it was simple indifference, but gradually it morphed into a faint enjoyment of this “top-tier simp” who, no matter how much she yelled and scolded, would never get angry or leave, and never intended to back down.

But when she realized that the gentle and beautiful elven Guild Master, Mel, adored him to the point of wanting to tie him up and drag him back to the elven kingdom, and yet he completely ignored her, her dark mood transformed into something uglier: jealousy, or perhaps a competitive spirit.

She wanted to prove that she was indeed superior to Mel, in every aspect, at all times. Therefore… his pursuit of her was only natural, not some kind of “rejecting a more excellent maiden just to stay by my side” kind of… a devotion that made her face flush just to think about.

But the truth was… Zerola seemed to favor the latter.

She was annoyed, annoyed at herself for acting so aloof at the beginning.

Worried, worried that he had already been taken advantage of by that long-eared chest monster.

Impatient, impatient… wondering why she hadn’t seen him yet.

Philora wished she could sprout a pair of wings and fly straight there. Unfortunately, even Moriarity, a Wind Element specialist, couldn’t quite manage that kind of magic, let alone herself.

She had… to apologize for that scene the other night.

She had to… tell him her current thoughts.

She had to…

“!”

However, the unexpected scene that unfolded next prevented Philora from continuing her train of thought!

Having left the Royal City, it was now night, and as Philora hurried towards the Academy…

A figure suddenly appeared in her vision!

It slowly dragged something heavy, step by step, hop by hop… coming to a stop before her.

Wearing a maid’s uniform… but were there really maids like this wandering outside the Great British Empire’s Royal City?!

The white hair… Flora felt like she’d seen it somewhere before, yet the vision remained frustratingly indistinct.

Only one thing was certain: the figure harbored animosity, or rather… murderous intent!

“Flora… let me see your power…”

Who was she!? Why did she know her name!?

No, to know her name, and to so… blatantly reveal such hostility!?

“I’ve waited a long time. Waited until your strength, your mood, everything was at its peak of excitement before appearing… It’s because I prefer this kind of uncomplicated, resentment-free, fair fight…”

Moreover, this animosity!

It was so powerful! It made it difficult for Flora to even breathe!

Then… in the blink of an eye, she was upon her!

Delivering a phrase… that felt so familiar to Flora!

“Don’t… disappoint me!”

In that instant, the surrounding air felt as if it had been torn apart!

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A little monthly ticket at the start of the month, please~

Hehehe ahhh ahhh~ Let this child celebrate the New Year, won’t you~