I Married the Beautiful Female Protagonist In Order To Survive

5. Madam, I love you!

Speaking of the great powers surging across the continent, if one were to ask which kingdom was the “strongest” of all, then the Great Ying Empire under the rule of “Louis the Third” would undoubtedly be the first to come to mind.

Fertile lands, a mighty national strength, but this is still far from the full extent of the Great Ying Empire’s power. Because, before “earthly treasures,” there is also something called “human excellence”—the Great Ying Empire is home to too many cocoons on the verge of transformation. Unlike those cookie-cutter “soldiers,” each possesses remarkable abilities, and is young and promising, a future egg of power certain to shine brilliantly.

And all of this exists within the Imperial Royal Academy, personally supported by Queen Louis the Third herself.

Quite a few famous figures hail from here.

At this very moment, within the Imperial Royal Academy.

For the students here: even though each of them, by their own strength, could already walk with their heads held high within the Great Ying Empire if they were to leave, here, there are still those they must “look up” to with sincerity.

For example, the students in a certain grade’s class at this moment just happened to see two people at the “apex” of the academy.

“I’m telling you, that Binbin from Class C is super lame, I beat him every day in martial arts class~”

A certain student was bragging to his companion, actually trying to attract the attention of some of the female students, but his words were interrupted by his companion the next moment.

“Shh, shh! Don’t shout!”

Immediately afterwards, this student, just about to complain in displeasure, turned around… and immediately closed his mouth.

This was indeed not a time to shout, because…

As far as the eye could see, almost all the students in the class, including him, who had noticed, realized something.

The “Goddess” had arrived.

Of course, no one in this world had truly laid eyes on a Goddess; the “Goddess” they spoke of was merely the silver-haired girl now gracing their sight.

Her name was Philora, and she possessed a quality that drew not jealousy, but only envy and reverence from everyone, even the female students amongst them – she possessed *everything*.

Silver hair and ruby eyes, a flawless face and figure, were but embellishments on the “Goddess’s” already shimmering exterior. Miss Philora’s lineage was that of genuine royalty – she was the cousin of the current young Queen Louise III of the Grand English Empire. “Louise’s” ordinal number was also a single digit. It wasn’t an exaggeration to say that, had she the will to contend for the throne, the next Queen might very well be her.

In terms of strength, Miss Philora was also one of the academy’s undisputed top performers. Though she dabbled in all forms of magic, she had still managed to reach the sixth tier – a level that others might never attain in a lifetime. If she were to truly dedicate herself to one discipline, her power would likely soar even higher…

Powerful, beautiful, that would have been enough; but Miss Philora never flaunted her status to other students. It was merely that she unconsciously exuded an aura of nobility and coldness, compelling almost everyone who came into contact with her to adopt a subservient attitude. There was no help for it; Miss Philora simply possessed that kind of presence. Besides… would a Goddess be a Goddess if she wasn’t noble and aloof?

The male students, knowing full well they were “frogs who couldn’t hope to taste swan meat,” instinctively chose silence. A Goddess was something to admire from afar, a feast for the eyes; no one wanted to invite their own humiliation.

The female students, however, were bolder. But just as they were about to approach, a figure emerged from behind Philora, immediately causing them to reconsider their plans to cozy up to her.

After all, no one… *wanted* to get close to this figure.

Her name was Moriaty. Everyone in the academy knew her. After all… she was practically the officially designated “genius” of the Royal Academy, and even of the Grand English Empire. Young as she was, she was only one step away from reaching the seventh tier of magic.

This girl, with her long brown hair and spectacles, could only be described as a “genius” – and because she was a genius, she was eccentric, arrogant, and morose. She refused to cultivate relationships with anyone, and bothered to engage with anyone, period.

After all, she was a genius, who would dare say much of anything? It was only a “Goddess” of Miss Philora’s caliber who could make this genius willingly follow by her side.

Philora and Moriaty: this pairing represented the “apex” of the academy, members of the lofty and unattainable “Student Council.” For them to appear here, especially together, was an unusual event. Even the instructor who had just entered the classroom felt compelled to set aside his dignity and approach them in a somewhat obsequious manner.

He inquired,

“Miss Philora, is there… anything you require?”

The title “Miss” was enough to convey Philora’s status within the academy. Even if every instructor knew that within these walls, Philora was just an “ordinary student,” who would dare treat this “Queen-in-waiting” as one? And on a deeper level… Philora’s current strength already surpassed that of most of the theoretical instructors.

“I’m here to find someone. Teacher, I need to take a student with me. Please don’t mark them absent if they miss any later classes.”

“No problem, no problem at all.”

The instructor nodded hastily.

He had offered his eager help, had earned some face, what more could he ask for?

As for the students, the moment Philora’s words fell, almost everyone fell silent. Miss Philora was here to take someone away!? Could it be that there was some task that required assistance!?

Who cared what it was, being selected was already a major win, wasn’t it!?

For a moment, the entire classroom was hushed. Almost everyone harbored a certain feeling – something they knew was unlikely, but couldn’t help fantasizing about – as they quietly gazed at the “Goddess” standing at the classroom door.

After all, such longings were a part of youth.

However… in the next moment, this “youth” of theirs was brutally shattered!

A voice… a voice that everyone wished they could punch, rang out, audaciously doing what everyone else had only thought about, but never dared to do.

It was a male student with black hair.

His demeanor was casual, his attitude flippant, a perfect embodiment of the “class delinquent” in everyone’s eyes. If it weren’t for the fact that the Royal Academy, for the sake of appearances, generally avoided outright expulsion and instead opted for guidance and education, he would likely have been kicked out on his second day for “casually addressing Miss Philora.”

But this very same guy, at this critical moment, utterly disregarded the atmosphere! He shattered the silence and expectation that everyone had been maintaining, and then…

As if addressing a friend, or even… someone he was close to, he waved at their “Goddess”!

It dawned on him then, he’d only just noticed the appearance of Lady Fiora!?

And what was he even saying?!

“Fiora! What brings you here! Come to see me, have you!?”

It was enough to send a man to his grave a few hundred times over!

—

The birthday cake was tasty.