I Married the Beautiful Female Protagonist In Order To Survive

15. The Primitive of Rosia

Not long after the Queen’s harsh words, it was time for me to “personally verify” things—after a tense and busy period of preparation, the Great Yng Empire was getting ready for a large-scale gathering called the “Summit of Nations.”

In this meeting, the Queen needed to act as the “host” to entertain important figures from various other kingdoms. For the Queen, facing such a scene was nothing new; she had seen it all before and didn’t need to panic. However , this time, due to the unavoidable rumors that had spread about my situation with her, the “top leaders” from other kingdoms were coming.

After all, even I knew: the Queen of the Great Yng Empire suddenly found a man to marry! This was an excellent “investigation” opportunity for those other kingdoms that were already in a fragmented state. They would surely try every means to investigate my identity, hoping to connect it with the Queen and think of ways to “attack”—in a time when the various kingdoms were barely maintaining peace, verbal sparing had become everyone’s “way of war.”

The Queen’s requirement of me was simple: don’t embarrass her. But for me… I couldn’t just settle for this minimum requirement. For the sake of “survival,” or to slightly… respond to the Queen’s previous attitudes towards me, I had to “make myself useful.”

Thus, as the preparation period for the “Summit of Nations” arrived, one empire couldn’t contain its impatient nature and arrived first!

At this moment, outside the royal city of the Great Yng Empire, the Queen, dressed in a “perfect idol outfit,” and… I, who had been stuffed into clothes that made me feel uncomfortable all over, were waiting to welcome the first “guest” who clearly had ill intentions.

“Euclid, I heard from Moriarty that you stayed in the Rosia Empire for a while?”

“Almost, although most of the time it was about escaping for my life.”

The first “guest” is from the northern continent, the empire that stands in the frigid land where snow falls year-round—the Rosia Empire. During my previous “life on the run,” I had spent some time there, and aside from the overwhelming sense of “cold,” the only remaining impression I had was about the people of this empire.

Because this empire is practically made up of a group of fearless, muscle-bound fanatics, and their “faith” is certainly not in any goddess, but in a person, a living, breathing individual.

“The Emperor of the Rosia Empire, Ivan Letty, is the ‘guest’ we will meet shortly.”

The queen beside me had already provided the answer, “You must be careful~ Don’t be fooled by her appearance; although she’s a little short, she can be quite explosive, and when she gets angry, she’s the type to start shooting indiscriminately .”

Ivan Letty, an emperor who has garnered almost all the support of the Rosian people, was described in the rumors I heard during my escape as just a little girl, almost like a midget. But the queen’s evaluation seemed to carry a warning in a ” different direction.”

“In a sense, Letty is the most troublesome opponent. Because, my dear, you must understand that for someone like me who likes to use ‘words’ as weapons, a fool who doesn’t listen to what you say and just starts shooting is the hardest to deal with~”

“A fool?”

But isn’t that girl the Emperor of the Rosia Empire? How could a “fool” possibly hold such a title?

“You’ll understand later.”

I wanted to ask, but time and the script wouldn’t allow it.

【The Emperor of the Rosia Empire, Ivan Letty, appears.】

With the content of the script, the queen no longer maintained her formal demeanor but instead donned the “idol smile” she always showed to outsiders.

“She’s coming; it’s best to stay out of the way~ That fool doesn’t have her gun on safety.”

With that, the queen ignored me. And as I looked in the direction she indicated, I indeed saw dark figures gradually approaching us from afar.

At first, I thought it was some ordinary operation like “the guard team leading the way, with Ivan Letty making a grand entrance last,” but as those shadows gradually took shape, I realized: leading them was indeed a “little midget,” just as the queen had described.

She was riding on the back of a snow-white wolf, which was much larger than her entire body, her black cloak billowing in the wind. Without a doubt, she was the Emperor of the Rosia Empire, Ivan Letty—a character who completely defied the norm of other kingdom leaders, paving the way herself while her subordinates hurried to keep up.

Following Letty, a team of “white wolves” carrying Rosian people appeared, with one of the older sisters in the group holding a bottle of wine, chasing after their ruler while shouting, “Lady Letty! Slow down! What if those despicable Ying country folks set a trap for you?”

These people seemed to have no concept of restraint; their shouts were clear as day to us. And Letty’s response was far from what a normal ruler would typically say.

“Damn it, does this Emperor have any objections from you cowards!?”

After a round of scolding directed at her subordinates, which instead earned her praise from everyone, this midget directly flipped over and… uh, got off the wolf.

“We’ve arrived! A few of you go and lead the wolf away! Rasputin, bring your idiot and follow this Emperor!”

“Yes!”

“I can see it now, hmm~ that stinky fox really did bring a man, how strange… has she lost her mind? Forget it, I’ll find out soon enough.”

She tore off the black cloak draped over her and casually tossed it behind her, not caring whether that big sister caught it or not, and with what could only be described as an “arrogant” stride, she approached us alone.

“Yo, the lewd fox of the Great Yeng Empire, it seems the rumors going around weren’t false, you actually managed to snag a man.”

The midget’s gaze drifted over, but… she probably thought I looked “boring and weak,” so after a moment, her attention returned to the queen.

The implication in her words was less about being “rude” and more about being utterly fearless.

“What’s up, lost your mind? Or had a sudden whim? The matters between our kingdoms can be resolved by us, and you suddenly brought out a man…”

In the next moment, Letty let out a cold laugh, “I almost feel sorry for him, forget it—can you stop wearing a few pounds of armor on your face and grinning while playing with someone’s feelings? Louis IV?”

Then… she locked eyes with the queen, who showed no change in expression and continued to smile happily, without a hint of fear.