I Married the Beautiful Female Protagonist In Order To Survive - Chapter 612



65. The Siege

Unfortunately, the deeper we went into the interior of the Kingdom of Prulith, the more limited Adéle’s actual control became. The fairies here were mostly under the rule of the local old noble families, and the elders of these old noble families were largely opposed to Adéle as the Majesty of the Kingdom of Prulith.

At least here, Adéle hadn’t arranged for many spies, so naturally, there was no completely secure place to stay. Reluctantly, I had to settle for a compromise, leading Adéle in circles until I confirmed that there was no immediate danger in the script, before allowing her to change her original plan of “immediately finding the old noble fairies and demanding their assistance in capturing the criminal,” to simply finding a small inn to stay in first.

As the initial tension and anger of wanting to take revenge on Ludwig faded away, the cool evening breeze finally calmed Adéle’s heated little head. She closed the window, drew the curtains, and then, in the dim light, pulled out a glowing magic stone.

“Sigh… It’s unbelievable that even automatic lighting hasn’t become widespread, and we’re still wasting resources using magic stones with side effects for light. What if outsiders find out that there are still such backward and closed-off places in my Kingdom of Prulith…”

While murmuring to herself, Aideve glanced at… a large basin placed in another room of this very house. I didn’t need to think to know it was the most primitive tool for bathing, but… I also understood that after getting used to a bathtub, she found it hard to adapt to such a rudimentary method. Still, disliking the fact that this countryside inn lacked a “fully automatic shower system,” Aideve quickly averted her gaze after a cautious glance.

Even though she had regained some clarity, her restless mood made Aideve tug at the tie around her neck, trying to act as if nothing was wrong while speaking to me. Yet, in this dim, enclosed space where we could hear each other’s breathing, her true feelings were laid bare. But in that moment of eye contact, I could see from Aideve’s gaze: this was not the time for us to engage in any “midnight games.”

“I’m sorry.”

Finally, Aideve spoke first, sighing heavily, “I’ve dragged you into this too. I don’t know about other places, but here in the countryside of Prulith… it seems there are some circumstances.”

“There’s no need to be polite with me now; after all, I insisted on following you precisely to prevent these situations.”

It would be best if there were no danger, but now that my bad premonition had come true, Aideve didn’t need to apologize. Heaven was to the left, and I was to the right; I had chosen to involve myself in these dangerous scripts.

“Aideve, you should have noticed by now that everything in this territory seems to be ‘inviting the guest into the urn.’ There’s no grand announcement, yet they quietly prevent people from leaving the town. This isn’t aimed at anyone else; it should be… us.”

The script of our entrapment had gradually become clear during the morning when I had been wandering around with Aideve. It was evident: Aideve and I were “locked” in this territory, in this town.

“All the news about our arrival is confidential; there’s no way it could have leaked. That much I can be sure of. How did these old geezers know we were coming… No, what are these old folks really thinking…”

Aideve’s furrowed brow resembled the troubled hesitation she had shown when she first asked me to follow her. Was Aideve’s worry about these “old elves” who completely disregarded her and did not acknowledge her?

Just as I was pondering this, a soft knock sounded at the door. It was the signal from Aideve’s older sister in the intelligence department, Mel. After sensing danger, I had asked Aideve not to rush to meet her people; the safer everyone hid, the better.

Interrupted in my thoughts, I didn’t dare hesitate and carefully opened the door. Mel stepped in, looking grave, seemingly oblivious to the subtle atmosphere between Aideve and me.

The script had never explicitly told me what danger Aideve and I were facing, but from Mel’s expression, it was clear… it wouldn’t be a trivial matter.

“Your Majesty Aideve, Lord Oquild said it correctly. I’ve only conducted a slight investigation, and I can already tell that the ‘atmosphere’ in the city is somewhat off.”

After a moment’s hesitation, she continued, “If nothing unexpected happens, it all points to you being in collusion with the ‘beastmen.’ Soon, there will likely be corresponding news circulating.”

An unfriendly script emerged.

[The old elf nobility plans to use Aideve’s contact with the beastmen to force her back!]

Hmph! How euphemistic; rounding it off, isn’t it just that these elves want to rebel?

“But we can still investigate this further…”

“No need to take the risk.”

Adève interrupted Miss Mel’s words.

“These should be true.”

I looked at the now-silent Adève.

The news of Adève’s quest for revenge was indeed very secretive, not to mention her contact with the orc; such information could not have leaked from within the old elven nobility.

So if the news had leaked, it could only have come from the outside, and on the outside… there just happened to be someone who knew about Adève’s contact with the so-called “orc” Zelus, and who also had the motive to inform the elven nobility.

Her name is Ludwig, or perhaps Magnus; in any case, the escape of these two elves was not a hasty retreat but a deliberate move to come here, to inform the elven nobility of a shocking piece of news about Adève, inciting those who already opposed her to take action against Adève, and even against the Kingdom of Prussia.

And this, perhaps, is the reason why those dangerous scripts had spread earlier, reaching Adève and Zelus, as they were indeed involved.

It seemed that the other party wanted to directly disrupt the Kingdom of Prussia, exploiting the weakness of “Adève’s discord with other elven nobles” to let them take care of Adève themselves!

“Ludwig… how does that elf know so much!?”

To be honest, everything about this elf Ludwig had completely caught me off guard. The danger brought by her actions was no less than her identity as a Sword Saint! What was her purpose in doing this? Purely for destruction? But Adève should have no grievances with her!

I had no time to think further; after all, the script had already emerged, and… the current situation left no room to ponder their motives.

“Of course she knows so much, because Ludwig… is originally one of the elves.”

Adève’s voice pulled me back to reality.

She was not flustered; her tone seemed to “foresee” the situation, appearing calm and composed.

But… don’t hold on too tightly, Miss Elf. From my perspective in this script, your state… is not good at all.

【Adève is hesitating.】