I Married the Beautiful Female Protagonist In Order To Survive

38. Let’s end this all!

I held my script and wrote a line on it.

Mastering my own script is always quicker and easier than mastering someone else’s, so this time… even if the Order Fairy already knows what I want to do in this realm, she won’t have time to stop me.

After all, what I need to do, the content of rewriting my own script, is actually very simple.

In the next moment, the script flips, and countless volumes of books pass before me. Clearly, I was just a “big villain” who could be killed by the death script at any moment, but without realizing it, my script has actually become so “rich,” so “thick”? They fall around me, as if reminding me: as the existence of Euclid, how important I have become in the current script.

Stop, compromise, and the script won’t suffer even a bit of harm; it can still be written more and more, making me increasingly “important.” But this time, I will not hesitate anymore. No matter what content I see, it will not shake my will to rewrite my script and add “that stroke.”

Even within the script, the content between me and Kephiel.

From the moment I sought the “protagonist’s halo” to avoid the appearance of the death script to save my own life, and unexpectedly found Kephiel, I had already planned to “stick around.” At first, I just hoped to cling tightly to Kephiel’s thigh, letting her use her Dragon Overlord halo to dispel my death script, but…

Gradually, I indeed planned to use the power of this “script” that had not yet revealed its true form, just a glimpse of its surface, to help Kephiel. Only if she “levels up,” obtains “treasures,” and becomes stronger , would I, as a leg accessory, feel a bit more secure~ To put it another way, since I have the ability to help Kephiel avoid danger and harm in advance, then… what reason do I have to hide it, watching Kephiel takes risks for me, just because “she is the protagonist, she can rely on the protagonist’s halo to get through difficulties, and I can just watch to avoid exposing my identity”?

So, even though I never thought about the existence of “that day” at the beginning, I really just wanted to be a thigh-hugger, yet after everything fell into place, I ended up in the relationship I have with Kephiel now. Since we have already shared the sheets, what reason do I have not to help Kephiel?

Just as we promised each other back then: no matter what dangers we encounter, we will not leave. All along, it has been Kephiel fulfilling this promise, and now, it is my turn to save Kephiel. So, even if at this moment I see everything between me and Kephiel clearly in the script, I will not hesitate.

Next, there is Nilu.

Just before the Order Fairy arrived, I finally completed the recording of Nilu’s script in this era, with enough confidence to “bring back” the Nilu that I would later destroy.

But… it really is just about bringing her back. I fear I won’t have the chance to apologize to Nilu, to ask for her forgiveness for my ignorance and foolishness back then, nor will I have the opportunity to thank her for not cursing me with anger and regret when she remembered me at the end, still willing to “remind” me to wake up.

Clearly, from beginning to end, Nilu had ample reason and qualifications to “kill me.”

After all, when I first met her as Kephiel’s “maid,” I sensed Nilu’s “ominous identity” in the script and desperately tried to stop her “transformation.” That was a malicious and selfish act hidden under the guise of “I am protecting you.” Nilu is completely different from Kephiel; what she needed in her cocoon was endless suffering to obtain the fairy that originally belonged to her, to complete her transformation and return as the queen of the fairies to take revenge.

However, even after Nilu learned of my thoughts, she never blamed my actions. Her attitude towards me may have been somewhat skewed, but… she never had a single thought of “blaming me for stopping her transformation.” It was I who destroyed her transformation, I who obstructed her from successfully obtaining her fairy. She had too many reasons and qualifications to send me off with a knife, but she ignored all of that, even…

At the moment of returning to the Rodma Empire, Nilu even insisted on giving me that “king” position. Did she know what I had done? Did she know that from the very beginning, in this era, when she was still the queen of the Rodma Empire, I, in the identity of a scroll artist, brought disaster to her empire, her era?

So, I at least have to do something to be worthy of Nilu’s tolerance. Therefore, at this moment, I cannot hesitate because of Nilu’s script.

The three white-haired elf sisters want me to “remove” the Order Fairy, but that would only bring endless chaos. The disappearance of “order” would plunge all

Sorry, Kefer, our path must pause here for a moment. From now on, I will take the first step. I will bring order to you all; I will bring salvation to you all; I will protect the era of you all.

It’s time. Let me put an end to all of this.

In the script, I wrote a line for myself! From here, time begins to flow again, and this time… Kefer will not remain by my side!

Everything around is changing! Rising, falling, flourishing, destruction! I no longer know how many eras have passed, nor can I afford to care where I’ve leaped to!

At this moment, in the domain of order, only I and the Order Fairy remain, making the final decision!

I told you, I would end all of this! Order Fairy! Eliminating you? Impossible! So…

“This is my answer to you, Order Fairy.”

I unfold the script and continue to write in front of her.

“Let’s play a game of hide and seek. This time, I’ll ‘have nothing.’ In that case… will you be able to find me!? The one who can find me is the true ‘Kefer.'”

【I want to “leave” this era】, to where, I’m not sure. I cannot let the Order Fairy know either! I will make her come find me! That way, Kefer and the others’ eras can all return to order, back to their most normal form of existence.

“Wait! No! Master! O’Kilid… you, you truly have nothing…”

“This is the result I wanted. If you can’t even find your own man, how can you call yourself ‘Kefer’? Let me see, who among you is the ‘real’ one.”

Goodbye, this era.

Goodbye, Kefer.

I glanced at the place where Kefer had just been, and felt her presence one last time.

Then, I put pen to paper.

The script, along with my existence, disappeared together.