Your main character is back!

The script’s guidance, combined with Kefir’s protagonist halo, ensured that on our way back to the banquet hall, we didn’t encounter any danger.

After what had just happened, Kefir clearly had no intention of staying at the banquet any longer.

With the demeanor of an ice-cold beauty, she rejected all invitations from the men without exception, then quietly tugged me away and left early.

We rode the carriage back home as fast as possible, then found an excuse to send away Nilu, who had been waiting for us to return, and after that, she dragged me straight into her own bedroom.

The fragrance that greeted me in the room was unmistakably the same as the scent on Kefir herself.

Although she’s the true protagonist of the story, the decorations in her room were surprisingly filled with the innocence and purity of a young girl.

I even saw quite a few literary works by the elven maiden writer Miss Tang Jikede.

But before I had the chance to take a closer look, Kefir entered the room, shut and locked the door tightly, then walked up to me with a stern face and slightly raised her head.

“Euclid, based on your next answer, I’ll decide whether to throw you into prison and have your head chopped off on the guillotine tomorrow. What exactly did you foresee today that gave you the guts to sneak into my royal sister’s chamber again!?”

I clenched my fists.

The fact that she brought me here alone to talk means her threat was just to scare me.

That said, with Kefir’s protagonist personality, if I answered something like, ‘I wanted a midnight tryst,’ I’d probably be sleeping on the streets tonight and dying miserably.

Fortunately, I had no guilty conscience this time.

“Kefir.”

I met her gaze.

“I foresaw something: tomorrow, during the duel, Louise the Twenty-Third will cheat by taking drugs to boost her strength.”

Kefir’s eyes widened slightly, then she let out a bitter smile.

“I thought it was something serious. I already know about that—Father hinted it to me before.

Of course, since Louise the Twenty-Third already has a bad reputation, I’m not surprised.”

“That’s not all!”

I gripped Kefir’s shoulders.

“I’ve known about her drug use from the start, but what I foresaw this time was that she’ll take something even stronger.

Her performance in tomorrow’s duel might…”

My voice trailed off as I swallowed back the words, “you might lose.”

Come on, Kefir is the protagonist, my golden thigh to cling to—how could a mere villain like me dampen her mood with negativity and risk my life?

“She’ll be on par with you. And this time, the Queen herself approved it.”

Kefir looked at me in shock and, for the moment, didn’t shake off my hands.

“…The Queen? No… Euclid, so you sneaked into my royal sister’s chamber tonight just for this?

Can’t your prophecies just tell you everything outright?”

“Prophecies depend on circumstances.

And this time, I only used the prophecy as a cover to sneak in.

The rest, I figured out by eavesdropping on the Queen and Louise the Twenty-Third, based on my suspicions.

Unfortunately, I don’t have any magical tools to record it, so I can only hope you believe me.”

“……”

Kefir froze on the spot, staring at me in a daze.

Hmm, even for someone as proud as her, hearing something like this all of a sudden would shock and worry anyone—even the protagonist.

But it’s fine. Don’t be afraid. Why? Because your thigh pendant—that’s me—has the script!

“Honestly, I’m worried too, but since we both came back safely, it’s fine now.

Tomorrow, before the duel starts, just announce Louise the Twenty-Third’s cheating.

You won’t even have to fight, and you’ll win for sure.”

This is the safest plan based on the script.

How could a villain like me fight against the protagonist? That’d be like challenging a dragon with a stick!

Just as Kefir was looking a bit blank, she suddenly “woke up.”

I thought she’d be thrilled, maybe even flash a rare smile, flick her hair, and say something like, “You did well.”

But instead…

She looked at me with disbelief, then punched me in the chest with her soft little fist, her voice trembling with a hint of girlish emotion.

“Euclid, are you stupid!?

The palace is full of hidden experts—even the old man serving tea could kill you with one hand!

You went into my sister’s chamber under those conditions? Are you trying to die!!?”

“Uh, I was prepared.

If I got caught, I’d reveal myself as the prophet Euclid who’s been by your side, so I wouldn’t implicate you…”

“Idiot! That’s not what I meant…”

“Besides, I came back safe, didn’t I? Haha~ Tomorrow’s a sure win!”

Still anxious, Kefir grabbed my collar, looking like she wanted to say something but held it in.

It’s fine. No need to thank me.

I’m clinging to your golden thigh, after all.

I’ve been relying on your protagonist halo every day, so sometimes I’ve got to repay you with the script to keep you safe.

Don’t ask why. If you ask, I’ll just say I’m a model citizen, a hero of the people, spreading sunshine and hope!

When Kefir’s little fist landed on my chest, her face broke into an odd smile.

“Hah… hahaha… you darn prophet.”

She looked happy, but there was a slight tremor in her voice, like she was holding back tears.

“You really are an idiot.”

“The notorious prophet Euclid—only because of your prophecies can you do things normal people wouldn’t even dream of, Kefir.”

That said, her expression seems a little strange.

I only did this to hold onto your big, soft thigh, so please don’t start imagining weird things!

When I looked down, her oddly cute expression had already vanished.

When she raised her head, what she showed me was the most “protagonist-like” confidence I had ever seen.

Her hands slowly loosened their grip on my collar, but just before pulling back, they pinched the corner of my clothes.

“You didn’t have to go this far… for me.”

“Kefir?”

Shaking her head, Kefir finally ended her little murmur.

“As for Louise the Twenty-Third’s cheating, it’s fine if we don’t expose it tomorrow.”

“What!?”

Do protagonists really like flirting with death so much…?

No, no—when it’s the protagonist, it’s not called ‘courting death.’ It’s called ‘adventure,’ right?

“What’s wrong, Euclid?

Against a cheater with no real foundation, do you think I’d lose?”

Before I could answer, Kefir gave me the answer herself.

The blazing determination in her eyes made my heart itch.

“I wouldn’t have lost before, and now I’m even less likely to lose.

If you don’t believe me, why don’t you make another prophecy?”