I Married the Beautiful Female Protagonist In Order To Survive - Chapter 1079



19. “Minor Troubles”

For Arthur, Northern Ireland has recently experienced some “minor disturbances.”

Yes, just some “minor troubles,” a few carnivorous beasts gone mad, like they’ve caught some disease; a few things that might be classified as monsters, their mutations; a tiny bit that could mostly be considered “monsters,” indescribably disgusting things…

And one… leader that continuously produces these “minor troubles.”

These really are just some “minor troubles,” like the sound of a mosquito suddenly buzzing in your ear in the middle of the night, wanting to swat it but unable to, wanting to see it but unable to; rather than dragging it out and getting bitten a few more times, it’s better to simply turn on the light and completely swat this “minor trouble” to death.

That is what Arthur is doing now. He’s pouring in all the remaining fighting strength of the Expeditionary Knights, searching for the source in the vast snowy plains. As for the rearguard in Northern Ireland, there’s no need to worry; that Rosian fellow has already brought the Rosian wolf cavalry, and they’ll certainly be able to resolve the subsequent “aftereffects.”

As for the end of it all, and the fate of Northern Ireland, and which side will claim it? Arthur doesn’t care at all right now.

Because… there’s no “need” anymore.

“Arthur, I see some.”

The deputy commander’s reminder reached his ears, dispelling the last bit of his random thoughts.

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A certain amount of lingering sentiment arose, prompting her to speak and dismount at the same time.

“Dismount, and drive the horses back.”

Initially, riding out of the city was just to appear a bit “cooler” in front of those Rossiya fellows. Coolness is a lifelong pursuit, you can’t let the Rossiya fellows look down on you. But now that we’ve ventured deep into the snowfield… there’s no need to further implicate our long-time “comrades.”

“From now on, it’s just us moving forward.”

After a moment of silence, Arthur still roared, “Who! Wants to be the ‘first’ this time!?”

As if they had agreed beforehand, among the subordinates behind them, only one person gave a crisp and firm response.

“Me!”

Then, without waiting for Arthur’s reply, this person left the formation, drawing their sword and walking step by step towards the few “monsters” that were already approaching nearby.

That’s right, Northern Ireland’s recent worries are just some “minor troubles,” some maddened beasts bored enough to attack residents. Even an inconspicuous member, as long as they take it seriously, can still go on a rampage among these beasts!

Since they’re all “minor troubles,” Arthur wouldn’t hesitate with the next decision.

Her gaze fell upon the member who had already skillfully lured and cleanly slaughtered the beasts ahead. Watching him, after completing that easy task, stand still, sword planted in the ground, motionless.

“That pose is pretty good.”

Finally, as this member suddenly turned to look over, Arthur raised her hand, didn’t hesitate, only paused instinctively for a moment, still roared out that sentence.

“Kill.”

The sound of arrows piercing the air came! The target, however, without exception, aimed at the member just now. He naturally resisted, but it was with “screams,” “roars,” shouting to “kill the Great British Empire,” “kill everyone,” then fell on his way charging towards Arthur. He was practically a hedgehog, of course he couldn’t live.

See, these are just some “minor troubles” Northern Ireland has recently encountered. Just solve some beasts, some monsters, some “monsters,” and this area will immediately return to normal.

Just a little more, and the “source” can be solved.

“Don’t waver, don’t panic!”

In the silent atmosphere, Arthur spoke first, “We’re almost there! We… we’re about to see the Master. Don’t waver on the way, that’s embarrassing the Master!”

A faint “pattern” flashed in her eyes.

Arthur’s Northern Ireland encountered some “minor troubles,” the content… isn’t actually that difficult to explain. After all, this “chaos” started with Arthur, from the real “Arthur.”

The fairy isn’t quite clear how her upright, strong, handsome, and beautiful Master fell into “chaos,” but from the moment she opened her mouth with “I’m going to kill everyone in the Great British Empire,” the fairy realized something was wrong.

All subordinates who questioned her in the past were killed. Everyone who got close to her, without exception, subsequently became as foolish as she was. Helpless, the fairy finally devised a way to drive her master out of the city, and after “dealing with” all the other abnormal individuals, Northern Ireland City finally found a little peace.

But… mosquitoes won’t disappear unless you swat them. These kinds of “minor troubles,” if not dealt with, will never allow for peace. Gradually, everyone around started to act strangely. Whenever “the Great British Empire” was mentioned, their minds would snap, spouting words that wouldn’t be surprising even if they were beheaded for saying them.

At first, they could still maintain their clarity and react, but later, the fairy had to slap them. At first… it was just talk, but later… at the mere sound of it, they would start brandishing weapons. So, even if they were “minor troubles,” the fairy felt they needed to be solved. And this was fortunate; the fairy knew how to correctly “solve” them.

Like… this!

Send one or several people to deal with the crazed monsters and beasts first, then… kill those who would inevitably fall into madness immediately—thoroughly, decisively! Then, advance little by little, penetrate little by little, until they reach their leader, their master, the real Arthur, where the fairy herself will settle the score.

Although, as they got closer to their master’s location, the number of crazed monsters increased, including some… former comrades, but the method was correct. It was simply a matter of… who dies first and who dies last.

“Lance, we’re increasingly unable to handle the crazed members.”

“Huh? Just deal with them symbolically; just don’t let them bother us. Anyway, if they go to Northern Ireland, they’ll encounter the Rosian cavalry. Those Sukas, when they see others screaming, their first reaction is to shoot . No need to worry about it.”

Pausing, the fairy said, “Let’s just do our duty! Also, I’m Arthur now, the deputy leader!”

Northern Ireland fell into chaos, like a spreading plague. If they waited idly, it would soon corrupt the entire region. Therefore, the fairy didn’t intend to simply seek help from the Great British Empire because… if they came, it would likely only push the already unstable members directly into chaos.

So the fairy directly sent a message: Northern Ireland would “declare independence,” attracting the Rosians, and subsequently, the Great British Empire’s punitive expedition. The fairy didn’t care about the outcome of the conflict between the two sides, nor… did she have the opportunity to care. The fairy’s task was to, while the members still retained their composure, seize this last chance to eliminate the source of the chaos—her master.

Perfect. That’s why Northern Ireland only faced some “minor troubles.” They were, after all, the renowned war-faring knight order. If you’re afraid of death, why serve as anyone’s soldier?

“More have appeared! This time… five!”

“Which five lads want to take the lead, to ‘scout the way’ for everyone! Step forward!”

Glancing at the increasingly dwindling number of troops, Arthur didn’t stop. Based on the master-servant contract, Arthur could already feel that this “minor trouble” would soon end.

“The master is waiting for us in the distance, I can feel it! Don’t waver, don’t ‘lose it’! This is the capital we’ll use to mock the leader in our next life! That foolish woman actually ‘lost it’ first! Isn’t that pathetic!?”

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Actually, I didn’t want to write something as tragic as the damn Fran Undead Corps, but I’ve been reading too much lately and it’s affected me. Fortunately, the plot should be fine like this.