I Married the Beautiful Female Protagonist In Order To Survive

10. Stay Tonight

The queen over there wouldn’t care what I’m thinking in my wild imagination. In this short span of time, her relationship with Moriarty, in my eyes, has suddenly worsened quite a bit.

“Moriarty, a few days ago… you weren’t acting like this when you were in the car. Can you please refrain from meddling with my things?”

At first glance, the queen is clearly “protecting me.”

However, I can’t feel happy about it at all, because this kind of attitude… doesn’t seem to want to be accepted in my view.

“Or are you saying that from now on, you want me to start doubting your actions… as well?”

Moriarty’s gaze has also turned cold.

“If it weren’t for the fact that you seem to be acting somewhat normal right now, I would even think that this man’s ‘special trait’ is some strange hypnotic ability.”

Her target is clearly still me; the death script still exists, but… at this moment, another script has emerged!

【Moriarty complains about Louis IV.】

And this content is the script I least want to see.

“Your Majesty, do you know what you’re doing right now?”

“I’m doubting you~ Moriarty☆~”

For me? Of course not. Louis IV’s “abnormal” behavior should just be her puzzlement over why some subordinates she usually “trusts” suddenly start to act in a duplicitous manner. She wouldn’t care whether others are thinking of her or whether their Duplicitous actions are out of concern.

Queen Louis IV of the Great Yng Empire, this woman simply doesn’t mix her emotions with her identity as a queen. Under normal circumstances, this is a good thing, making her extremely intelligent and calm, but… sometimes it can turn into a bad thing, just like now.

I don’t plan to wait any longer.

And the only way to make the two arguing women immediately reconcile and quiet down now seems to be one.

That is for me to take the blame.

“Stop it!”

The death script still exists, and this time I’m risking my life to step between the two, “Your Majesty, you don’t need to doubt anything, nor do you have the right to doubt, after all, my identity is just ‘like this.’ Rather than hiding things, I think it’s better to explain a bit.”

I want to stop the Queen and Moriarty from continuing their suspicions. Although their falling out has no impact on me at all, the whole situation arose because of me. Since I have a “deal” with the Queen, and she previously mentioned that ” what’s being traded is ‘content’ rather than ‘frequency’,” stepping in to take the blame at this moment can be seen as a response to the Queen’s repeated requests for me to lean on her, as a form of gratitude.

The Queen looked at me with some confusion, but still put on a cheerful smile: “Oh, O’Keefe, this matter has nothing to do with you~ It’s better if you don’t speak carelessly in front of Moriarty. Be careful, this old lady might have her menopausal issues flare up and quietly slit your throat~”

What a situation! This troublesome woman is still grinning at me. I couldn’t hold back and shouted directly at the Queen!

“Stop rambling! I know better than you whether I’m going to die or not! Do you think I came out here to be the scapegoat for no reason!?”

“……”

As soon as I finished speaking, there was an instant silence. Neither Moriarty nor the Queen continued their argument.

I saw Moriarty squinting her eyes, carefully scrutinizing me, while the Queen furrowed her brows, as if she were savoring the content of what I had just shouted at her.

I got carried away in the moment, and it suddenly hit me: the woman who is now posing like a young girl, looking at me with a “worried frown,” is actually a cold-blooded monster who won’t hesitate to act! Not to mention that there’s a layer of “deal” between us, where I am clearly the weaker side.

At this moment, I didn’t even have time to look for a script; I hurriedly thought of an excuse to cover up what I had just said.

However… it seemed a bit too late.

“You can go back now, Moriarty.”

With just one sentence, the Queen sent away Moriarty, who had just been arguing with her! Moriarty had been in a heated argument with her just moments ago, and now she agreed so readily!

“You’ll handle it yourself?”

“Yes~ Hehe, surprising, right?☆”

“Indeed, a bit surprising. Now I roughly understand why you, Queen, are doing this. I just hope you can be a bit clearer next time.”

What are you two playing at, acting all cryptic!? Don’t make me nervous!

However, Professor Moriarty would absolutely not answer me.

“The patrol won’t waste any more time, Queen… So this matter will be handled by you personally.”

Saying this, Moriarty picked up the half of the cane that was on the ground, inserted the sword back into the cane, and with almost silent footsteps, disappeared into the darkness at the end of the corridor.

Although I found it strange, just now, Professor Moriarty’s death script had suddenly vanished.

So… does this mean that I have really “dealt with” this troublesome person this time?

While I was pondering, the queen suddenly hugged me, and when she noticed that I was a bit “nervous,” she showed a complaining expression.

“What are you afraid of, my dear?”

What I’m afraid of is you! My dear!

“Just now… don’t mind it, I was just a bit excited.”

After thinking it over, I could only use this excuse to explain to the queen. After all, I couldn’t say: I think our transaction could be a bit more “humane,” that we could help each other, as a reason.

Because… my relationship with the queen has always been about mutually utilizing each other’s “advantages.” Helping each other? If I said that, it would be a joke for this woman in front of me, who would never have any “emotional ” bias, to even consider my feelings.

“Yes~ If you defy the queen, you usually get your salary deducted, and in serious cases, you might even be dismissed~”

“I already said just now it was only…”

“However, I forgive you~☆~”

Turning my head, I found the queen’s ever-present smiling face, but this time I couldn’t quite tell how much of that “idol smile” was genuine.

“Perhaps you are right; keeping your relationship hidden isn’t a solution. So, I think it’s fine to reveal your identity according to your thoughts~”

Fine? That’s a big problem!

Louis IV, do you really think it’s that simple to just hand over the identity of the wanted criminal “Ogilvy” for me to spill out myself and feel at ease?

Looking at the script, it was indeed so.

[Louis IV proposed conditions to Ogilvy.]

Well, this time I also felt that continuing to hide was a big problem, so I might as well go along with it.

“Then, my queen, what is the price?”

Let me prophesy for you once? Or let me help you find some dangerous elements within the empire? Hmph, say it, and then quickly fulfill our agreement this time…

“Well~ the price is that you are not allowed to sleep on the sofa anymore★”

“Okay! I agree!”

Having a sense of what conditions the queen might propose, I agreed without a second thought. Then…

Hmm?

Wait a minute?

What did you just say, Queen!?