I Married the Beautiful Female Protagonist In Order To Survive

7. What’s crucial to do first when exchanging energy beams?

“Hmm~ Time for a break, I think~”

With the fairy’s pronouncement, the youthful Zerora, the ladies, even Professor Moriarty, and everything around them, seemed to freeze in place, suspended in time.

And my gaze, which had been intently watching it all, was forced to shift from this “chessboard” to the Hope Fairy, Horus, sitting across from me, leisurely pouring herself some tea.

“Care for a cup? Don’t worry, your script has been rewritten millions of times. No room for something as pedestrian as ‘poisoning’ now~”

After a moment of silence, I glanced at the two fairies beside me.

“I’d be a fool to refuse.”

“Ah ha~ Then I shall prepare a bit more~”

The cat-like, white-haired fairy blinked happily. “Indeed, the master of order must be like this. When playing a game, the most important thing is to have fun. If you start without hope, what chance do you have?”

The sound of boiling water filled the air. Horus merely waved her hand, and within her domain, everything seemed to “generate” automatically.

“Though, I am a little puzzled. Are you sure this selection of pieces is wise? ‘Zerora’ is your wife’s father, isn’t he? Are you truly not nervous about using someone so important to both you and your wife as a pawn?”

“Precisely because he is someone I know and cherish, that I choose him.”

I responded in a low voice.

Because… this is a game, a “chess match,” perhaps… a decision that will shape history.

In this “chessboard” shared by me and the Hope Fairy, the Uncle Zerola that appears is young, from an era where he seemingly hadn’t yet won over his wife. The setting is the prestigious Royal Academy of the Grand British Empire, a place where destinies intertwined – as the Hope Fairy says, a familiar place that keeps me from being completely lost.

Here, the Fairy and I are playing “chess” – choosing our “pieces,” bringing danger to our opponent, and reacting to each other’s choices: “offense and defense.” Now, it is my turn to choose and arrange, and though the Hope Fairy is last, she can begin her “attack”.

As for me, from the moment I saw Uncle Zerola, I knew what I had to do. But even so, after my choice, shouldn’t it be the Hope Fairy’s turn? Why is she still waiting?

“No need to rush, O Controller of Order.”

Tea has already been placed next to us on our tables. The Hope Fairy even prepared tea for the two fairies behind me.

“Letting you set up first, letting you familiarize yourself with the board, is merely the hospitality of a host. Our game is fair and just, and as ‘Hope,’ I detest acts that sabotage ‘Hope’ the most. Giving you a few steps ahead, that is fairness, oh so!”

Saying so, she extended her hand, making a “please” gesture.

“Let’s continue; we don’t have much time to rest.”

“…”

I answered with silence, refocusing my attention on the chessboard. Is everything happening here real, a history that I can control, or is it merely a concoction of illusions? Right now… I don’t have the mental energy to judge.

—

The Royal Academy of the Grand British Empire is already the “peak” in the eyes of all young citizens of the Grand British Empire, and if you want to find the highest point on this peak, it must be the Student Council of the Academy, which everyone yearns and longs for, but when the opportunity comes to the door, they retreat, no one dares, or has the ability to grasp it.

This is no longer a question of “whether you want to go.” The Student Council of the Academy, as the name suggests, is the place that “manages the students,” but anyone knows how Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon students of this academy have. Grab an unremarkable girl with glasses, and she may be the only daughter of some super-rich family.

Therefore, any student with a bit of sense knows that without some identity and “capital”, entering the Student Council will only be embarrassing. Not to mention the goddesses in the current Student Council, who are out of reach, and standing next to them makes you feel ashamed.

Some people and places are only for looking up to.

–Zerola didn’t care about all of this.

Although he didn’t join the Student Council for some reasons, Zerola followed Flora and Moriarty’s footsteps without hesitation, and it wasn’t stressful to kick open the Student Council door.

“Sss… Zerola, can’t you be quiet!?”

Flora, who had unknowingly fallen behind Zerola, was annoyed by this brat’s impolite movements, but before she could finish speaking, everything that happened next made Flora feel “annoyed” from another point of view.

Big, white, soft, breasts!

When describing some women, Flora only wanted to use these words, and didn’t want to think more about it.

Blonde hair, blue eyes, excellent temperament, gentle attitude, charming smile… a standard “popular” elf girl greeted Zerola with a smile as soon as he broke into the Student Council impolitely.

“Zer~o~la~ finally willing to come to my deserted Student Council? Finally willing to join?”

“Cough cough… uh, that… men and women should keep a distance, President, please move away.”

Everything in front of me is magical, it looks like there is nothing wrong, but there are problems everywhere.

This scene is nothing more than a girl approaching him, which is normal, and love doesn’t distinguish between men and women.

But… if the man is Zerola, a lazy and slack problem student, and the one approaching him is the “peak” of the academy, the President, the noble elf girl who is perfect herself, the whole thing is very… strange.

This is not the first time Flora has seen Elf Mel, the President, with a face full of “I want to go after you”, and then sticking to Zerola. It’s clear that even her mere “appearance” can make the number of suitors so large that they can surround the academy a few times, so why does she favor someone like Zerola!?

If it weren’t for the fact that President Meyr seemed to be thoroughly enjoying herself, Filora would have started to suspect Zerora had somehow gotten dirt on the woman and was now acting out some plot ripped straight from a cheap dime novel.

Of course, that wasn’t even the most fantastical part.

Under normal circumstances, any man pursued by the elf before her, 99.999 percent of them, would have plunged headfirst into those…ample assets, without a second thought. Who could possibly resist?

But of course…Zerora just *had* to be that 0.001 percent – meeting President Meyr’s advances with an aloofness that bordered on glacial! Just like now…

“President, I’m here with Filora. Please maintain some decorum.”

Zerora had pulled her in as a shield! Considering his past behavior…

For a moment, Filora didn’t know whether to feel pleased or silently curse Zerora’s imbecility.

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Heh heh, this volume uses a brand-new writing style. That being said, this type of format is actually something I learned from the games I used to play.

Character art will come next month, okay? Please be patient this month.

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