I Married the Beautiful Female Protagonist In Order To Survive - Chapter 1077



17. Imitation is the best form of flattery (Vote please~)

【Fairy Phyllo Wants to Acknowledge Her Master.】

The script appeared, the content simple and clear, but just these few words had me staring for quite a while, making sure I wasn’t “blindly mistaken.”

After all… Phyllo’s intent to acknowledge a master was not wrong. To put it in a slightly more “pretentious” way, the fact is: there are plenty of fairies from the Rodmara Empire trying to pledge allegiance to me. Though I’m sure I haven’t agreed, I’m not worried about a “harem” forming—

Though it’s impossible, of course—

But, Phyllo’s idea was correct. However, her actions were a bit strange! If at first she approached me cautiously, timidly, as if unsure, once she saw I didn’t react, and took my behavior as a “silent approval,” her actions suddenly became more practiced, as though she were “battle-hardened.”

Seizing the opportunity when I leaned back, she climbed onto my lap, slowly leaned forward, and lowered herself, flowing seamlessly, in one smooth motion… It was only at that moment that I realized: the fairy before me, this little midget, truly wanted to acknowledge me as her master, but she… didn’t know what to do?

As for why she used such a skilled movement, aiming directly for my lips with precision and speed? Well, that was because… she was just imitating— I could see from her actions that Phyllo had learned it from Clea. There were a few times Clea had done this, and Phyllo, hidden in the corner, had watched the “inappropriate” scene unfold in full.

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Tch, Clea, I told you to be mindful of the occasion and your image, but you insisted, “The kids won’t understand, it’s fine,” without considering whether Phyllo was around. Well, now look! The little fairy midget may not understand, but it’s clear she learned it well!

I hurriedly covered the fairy’s small face with my hand—thankfully, Phyllo was small in stature; if it had been a stronger fairy, I might not have been able to resist.

“Wait, wait a moment, Phyllo, acknowledging a master isn’t done this way.”

The fairy I stopped wasn’t angry; she just looked confused and “learning,” with an innocent expression that made me feel like I was about to fall into temptation. That would be a deep sin. The fairy looked one way, but her real age was another—she was only OO years old!

“Are you very skilled in this?”

“Well…”

I refused to answer that question, and…

“Phyllo, don’t rush to acknowledge me as your master right now. At the moment, I don’t need you to become my fairy completely.”

To put it a bit more poetically: This fairy midget probably doesn’t even know how to “acknowledge a master.” I’m not twisted enough to make a move on her.

To put it bluntly: it’s not necessary right now, I don’t need it, and I… don’t have the energy for it—”chaos” is approaching, and I can’t even guarantee my own safety. How could I drag Phyllo into this with such a simple-minded desire of hers? When necessary, I can always send Phyllo back to a safe place.

“Why?”

Because I don’t want to be captured.

And then…

“Because of the ‘mission’ I just told you about.”

I lifted Filo’s waist and gently “moved” her off me. “If you have something you want to say or ask, let’s wait until we return from Northern Ireland, okay, Filo? Right now, the mission is more important~”

“Mission…”

“Yes, my mission as the ‘King’ is to come here and deal with the ‘chaos’ that Nilu should have told you about. Therefore… if there’s a chance in the future, and everyone agrees, I will grant you that request, alright?”

“……”

Filo didn’t respond, but the script kept telling me that [Filo wants to complete the mission]. This was probably the level of a child throwing a tantrum, and I didn’t pay it much mind.

And then, in the next moment, Clefairy returned. After what happened earlier, even Filo, no matter how innocent, understood: she couldn’t touch me recklessly in front of Clefairy, so she quickly scampered off to play by herself.

A “danger” was averted, and I finally breathed a sigh of relief: I hadn’t forgotten about what happened that night. If Clefairy saw something she shouldn’t have again and then wanted to “kill me,” I wouldn’t be able to handle it.

“I took a quick look outside the city.”

Clefairy’s purpose for being away these past few days was to check the surroundings outside the town in Northern Ireland on my behalf, to see if there were indeed any “monsters” as Arthur had mentioned. After all, I had been left with a lingering question : why did Arthur need to request assistance from another country for such trivial matters?

However, in the next moment, Clefairy’s answer made me frown.

“There are indeed some ferocious beasts rampaging. I dealt with a few and then returned. As for whether it’s ‘endless,’ I can’t determine that in a short time.”

The implication of Clefairy’s words was clearly that “it’s true.” I couldn’t suspect it was “Arthur’s scheme” anymore; at this point, I had no choice but to believe.

“Understood, then let’s proceed with our initial plan and help Arthur.”

Regardless of where the cause of all the strange happenings and “chaos” lies, we would help Arthur, who was in the know, and then, whether by coincidence or luck, we would extract the answers we wanted from him afterward.

I turned my back slightly to obscure my expression, to prevent the perceptive Clefairy from noticing immediately. Because…

[Chaos killed O’Keefe.]

This death script had always been present. Even with Clefairy and the Order Fairy by my side, it had not disappeared. Being in the chaotic area, I couldn’t directly use the script’s power to change things.

“Chaos,” is it a fairy? Or something even stranger? I wasn’t sure, but what I did know was: ever since I stepped into this land already engulfed in chaos, “it” had been watching me.

“Run away”? That was never an option from the start. I appeared here to tell “chaos” that this era is not yet its to destroy; order still exists.

The gaze drifted, and Philo, hiding in the corner, inadvertently locked eyes with me. It seemed she noticed the seriousness on my face, pouted her lips, and wanted to say something.

Fortunately, I was quick-witted and silently gestured a “shh” with my fingers, which finally quieted this little fairy girl.

Then…

“Wang, why did you lie to Lord Kefir?”

This little girl completely misunderstood and blurted out the very thing that could make me panic!

“What!?”

Kefir immediately became suspicious!

Philo! I can’t believe you could create a brief marital conflict with just one sentence! Hurry up and explain to your “mother”!

No! Don’t say anything! If you mention those strange things you just did to me in a weird way, the label on me might not just be “pervert,” but it could also add “ghost father”!

Just go and bring the washboard up!

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The previous character design wasn’t delayed; it was a benefit for some early viewers.

After that, it returned to normal.