I Married the Beautiful Female Protagonist In Order To Survive

14. Getting Sour (Requesting Monthly Tickets at the Beginning of the Month!)

Perhaps realizing that such simple “pouting” would not magically increase her strength, allowing her to “suddenly” surpass and break through her limits with a bit of “effort,” Philorra ceased her pointless “isolated training” after that strange quarrel.

However, Zerola couldn’t bring himself to rejoice, because… while this goddess-like woman was no longer pouting, she had found other “amusements,” with a definite intention of targeting him.

Today was developing in exactly the same way.

The lesson ended, and Zerola dragged her body, which felt less “tired” and more simply “heavy,” sighing as she shuffled her way to the Student Council room.

Just like yesterday, no, like the day before, like every day since she caught a glimpse of what Mel had done! Flora would summon her to the Student Council room at the fixed hour of noon.

And then…

“What are you staring at? It’s the same as always, isn’t it!”

Inside the Student Council room, Flora shoved *the thing* forward, a cold glare following its trajectory.

“Eat!”

Zerola knew: This… this was probably Flora’s latest “interest”—whether it was because that meal Mel brought that day had stirred something “deep down” in Flora, leading her to copy it for days on end, having her family’s chef whip up a pile of delicacies, only to summon her to the Student Council room and push them in front of her.

The meaning was obvious. After that, Flora would do nothing but prop her chin up, coldly watching her eat. Not finish? Absolutely not. In Flora’s high standards, “wasting food” was not an option.

For the first few days, Zerola, of course, was ecstatic, trotting over with a spring in her step.

After all, who wouldn’t be happy to enjoy VIP treatment—watching the academy’s top beauty while devouring mountains of gourmet food?

However, as time wore on, the sheer “volume” of delicacies remained unchanged, and even Zerola had reached her limit. Eating that much every day was just too much, even if she forced it down. At least there should be some conversation, right? But in this Student Council room, Zerola hadn’t heard Flora utter a word in days. She… just kept propping her chin up and staring.

Zerola felt the need to correct Flora’s thinking. This wasn’t how you showed affection, it wasn’t just sour grapes, it was emotional abuse.

“Flora, I think we need a little… ‘personal space.'”

“Personal? What are you trying to say?”

Flora didn’t know why she felt so annoyed, but… the sarcastic response came easily, as if blurting out the displeasure in her heart.

“Are you missing some elf’s homecooking, along with an after-meal nap on her lap?”

Why she mentioned Mel without thinking, Flora didn’t know either.

“O-of course not! I’ve been running to you for days, Mel wouldn’t even be able to find me, would she?”

“Tch…”

“Ahem! I’m just saying! Never mind! So, today I shall once again transform into a glutton!”

Flora had spoken to this extent, so even if there was a pot of mud in front of her instead of delicacies, she’d have to shovel it into her mouth!

Saying this, Zerola sat down opposite Flora, just like before, but… in the next moment, Zerola noticed: today’s situation seemed a little… “special.”

Because, just as she sat down, Flora seemed somewhat “uncomfortable,” and logically she should already be used to “monitoring” Zerola’s eating, so why was she as nervous as an elementary school student about to turn in their homework?

Next, Zerola noticed something else: today’s… uh, lunchbox, seemed a little different from the ones before.

Zerola’s mind began to churn, searching for the right way to describe it: the previous delicacies were top-notch not just in taste and ingredient quality, but even the packaging was high-end, understated luxury with depth. Today, however, not only was the box several times smaller, even the packaging, and the “vibe” subtly emanating from it, felt far more… “petite.”

To put it simply, it was like a fully-loaded version becoming a youth edition.

And the moment Zerola hesitantly reached out to open it, Flora practically leaned forward, waiting for her “next reaction.”

Sure enough, the contents had also become… “simpler,” and also, a faint scent of “burnt” wafted out.

Deliberation only took a second.

Zerola looked up, but Flora immediately recoiled, striking her signature high and mighty goddess pose—propping her chin up and looking out the window.

Understood!

“Whoa! Filora! You made this yourself today!?”

“aaa! aaah!”

Before the words had even finished forming, Zerola’s exclamation was already drowned out by the girl’s cry!

And then, Zerola quickly found himself facing a beauty who was clearly losing her temper.

“Annoying! Why are you yelling so loud!? Can’t you just pretend you don’t know anything, and swallow it down without a word!?”

“Hehe~”

“What are you laughing at! Do you have a problem with my creation!? I’m sorry, alright! I’m a royal, I never get the chance to do something like this, so I can’t make it as good as some big-chested elf, forgive me!”

“I didn’t say anything~”

“But you definitely compared it in your head!”

At first, Filora wasn’t really that “self-conscious”, but some things, when you really put them in front of certain people and made a comparison, that was when Filora started to feel that her “masterpiece,” crafted over an entire morning, was no more than chicken scratches compared to Mel’s previous creation; a difference akin to a child’s doodle versus the Mona Lisa!

“Ahem! Don’t overthink it, alright, let me taste it~”

Then, upon seeing this grinning man once again, a feeling called “shame and indignation” erupted even more intensely from the depths of Filora’s heart!

“No! Don’t you love to compare!? Then go drink the wind today!”

Filora stood up, wanting to snatch back the “masterpiece” that looked more and more “unpleasant” the longer she looked at it; if she couldn’t grab it from across the table, she’d just go over and take it!

“Eh! Filora!? Wasn’t this made for me? Don’t take it back!”

“Quit your nagging! Precisely because I made it for you, I have the right to reclaim it!”

“It’s alright! It’s alright! In my heart, it surpasses all delicacies!”

“Annoying! Stop blabbering about other things!”

A pull, a tug. Without even realizing it, Filora had almost fallen onto Zerola in her attempt to grab it!

And so, as a result…

The distance between them, suddenly, became much closer.

The sounds of argument and laughter vanished in an instant.

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