I Married the Beautiful Female Protagonist In Order To Survive

8. Elves Only Know How To Chase – Zerora

Being a student council member at the Royal Academy of the Great Ying Empire herself, Filora was far from unfamiliar with the elf named Meyr.

Because, if she herself was “respected” mostly due to her status as the Queen’s cousin, rather than her appearance or behavior, then the elf girl before her, who held the position of president, had become the academy’s focal point from another angle entirely.

Even setting aside Meyr’s…generous proportions, no one could dislike a gentle and kind elf onee-san. Meyr’s existence perfectly demonstrated that strength wasn’t the only standard for evaluating a student’s status in the academy. As an elf, even without any remarkable talents or abilities, no one would dare question her position as president.

And this elf, whose charisma and popularity had reached their peak, had inexplicably taken a liking to a “problem student,” making no secret of her pursuit! From whatever angle Filora approached the situation, it seemed that any remotely sane man would accept with open arms, right?

But not Zerora!

At least, from the information Filora possessed: Zerora had been rejecting her since day one. Rejecting her decisively, ruthlessly, without leaving even an iota of hope! But to say Zerora had some problem with his “aesthetic sense” also didn’t seem right, because…he had devoted all of his attention to herself!

For a moment, Filora didn’t even know if President Meyr had a problem in the head, or if Zerora’s was the one that was off.

Whether she should be happy, or annoyed. In any case, not wanting a certain elf whose assets were large enough to burst her uniform circling around Zerora…that was a genuine feeling.

For example, the scene unfolding right now.

“Zerora, have you given any more thought to joining our student council? I asked you before, remember?”

Filora could clearly see: President Meyr, who was usually so gentle and warm, yet always maintained a polite distance, was practically ready to throw herself at Zerora! Because this elf seemed to know her…assets well. If Filora’s “weapon” was a gun, then President Meyr’s…uh… “weapon” was practically artillery.

Fortunately, Filora noticed that Zerora only couldn’t help but sneak a glance, then hastily stepped back.

He then waved his hands frantically, his attitude clear: “I won’t join. Didn’t I tell you that on the spot? Please don’t ask me again! Besides, how could I join the student council? No one would agree, would they?”

“It doesn’t matter, my approval is all that matters~”

“Absolutely impossible! President, you mustn’t abuse your authority like this, it would damage your prestige!”

But before Fiora could even stop him, Zerola refused even more decisively.

“Then I’m even less likely to agree.”

“So, how about just seeing, experiencing it for a few days?”

“No way. It’ll just end up with me staying here without really knowing why, won’t it? I refuse.”

Seeing that, Fiora inexplicably felt relieved. Not daring to let the situation continue, she quickly said, “Ahem! President Mel, I didn’t bring him here to play around today. Weren’t we just discussing the ‘newcomer’?”

With “official business” mentioned, the elf Mel reluctantly broke off the conversation, moving away from Zerola. But even as she left, she didn’t forget to complain, “There’s so much to do in the student council. I was just so happy to see Zerola after so long… I forgot myself for a moment. Sorry, Fiora.”

Is there even an ounce of sincerity in that apology? You’re clearly saying that to Zerola, aren’t you?

Fiora rubbed her forehead. The more she said, the more mistakes she made. She was too lazy to reply, but at this moment, she couldn’t help but admire Zerola. How could he maintain that “refusing without batting an eye” speed in the face of an elf who was perfect in every way?

Wait a minute… Could it be that he wasn’t here to “play around”, but was seriously trying to court *her*? Otherwise, he’d have no reason to reject Mel’s advances, right?

Fiora suddenly felt her mind was in a mess, and she didn’t dare to think any further. Because if she followed that line of thought, she quickly realized that she seemed inferior to the elf “swaying” in front of Zerola in every aspect. At most, she was slightly better in terms of strength. But the problem was, what charm did “strength” have?

Honestly…it was a little annoying.

“Zerola, stand over there. Look at how you are now, do you want to just lie down and take a nap?”

Shaking off the wild thoughts in her head, Fiora first scolded the completely unreserved Zerola, and then revealed the reason she had dragged him here.

“Like you heard snippets of just now, we called you here because of a ‘newcomer’ the academy recently admitted. Someone like you who somehow managed to sneak into the academy wouldn’t know, but the admission requirements are actually quite high. Just having the qualifications isn’t enough. Next, we need representatives from the students – members of the student council – to personally observe whether the newcomer is ‘qualified’.”

“And this time, we brought you here because we need your opinion as a reference.”

Before she could finish speaking, Mel added, “Because your opinion is very important too, Zerola~”

“That’s not true!”

Fiora looked away, because she really didn’t want to see Zerola’s face, which was definitely filled with smugness!

“It’s the same for everyone, okay!? The person I’m looking for is just an ordinary student, how could they be special!? President, don’t tell him the reason in a way that will make that kind of person get carried away!”

Taking another look, Zerola hadn’t said anything.

But the fact that he hadn’t said anything made Fiora even more annoyed. It felt like “the whole world knew Zerola wasn’t thinking too much about it, but only *you* didn’t understand!” How did this scene look so much like she was proclaiming her innocence when everyone knew she was guilty?

“It’s just because we need an ordinary student’s opinion, because that’s one of the criteria for measuring whether a newcomer can enter the academy,”

After a pause, Fiora finally regained some composure from her previous agitation, and said, “After all, this ‘newcomer’ is quite ‘unconventional’. At least, it’s the first time I’ve seen this kind of ‘student’. How exactly did she even get the qualifications…”

As she muttered, Zerola’s question reached her ears.

The problem was that this question…

It made Fiora’s blood pressure rise even higher.

“So… is this student a man or a woman? If it’s a male student, I’m going back.”

“Zerola! You stop right there!”

Did this guy even listen to a single word of that important explanation she just gave!?