I meet you, flower style cry

Looking from the side, it’s a ridge; from the front, a peak.
From far and near, high and low, it looks different each time.

Unable to recognize the true face of “Mount Lu,”
Only because… I am in this very mountain.

Why climb the mountain?
Because it’s there.

It was just for that brief moment when the “beautiful scenery” stunned me.
Kefir, who had pounced on me, quickly got up and charged at the figure that had just tried to ambush me from behind—the cannon-fodder squad leader.

He had just been slapped far away by Kefir, yet could still stand back up!
This cannon fodder is at least competent and dutiful.
This time, Kefir didn’t give him another chance.
Right as she delivered a swift and clean beating that made the giant figure collapse with a thud,
I finally realized something with both excitement and nervousness!

I’ve latched onto the protagonist’s thigh!
If Kefir hadn’t pounced on me just now,
my poor little head would’ve been cracked open by that squad leader!

Also, the sudden appearance of this blatant “death script” proves one thing:
Even if I’ve latched onto Kefir’s thigh, my “fancy death scripts” won’t just disappear.
I’m safe because Kefir’s “protagonist halo” is protecting me!

Only by continuing to cling tightly to Kefir’s thigh
can my road to survival keep going.

So from now on, thigh-hugging is a mission that cannot stop.

—

Soon after, a group of background knights—clearly NPCs with uniform outfits and generic faces—rushed in.
They tied up all the groaning members of the evil organization and carried them off one by one.
I wasn’t surprised, since some clean-up crew always shows up after the protagonist finishes their flashy entrance.

But the next moment, someone completely out of place entered the scene.
A young blond man, dressed in a robe so glittery it looked like it was dipped in gold dust.
Just seeing him made me groan—”Of course this would happen.”

If he had looked upright and heroic, I might’ve let it slide.
But this golden-haired guy who clearly didn’t know Kefir,
entered the room with no sense of urgency like he was “inspecting” something—
and instantly locked eyes on Kefir.

Well, what can I say? She’s the protagonist, after all.

“This sword… Miss, are you from the Royal Capital’s Investigation Unit?
Not bad, not bad. Nice figure too. Quite pretty~”

“……”

In a blink, he was standing in front of Kefir.
But protagonists aren’t so easy to flirt with.
Kefir completely ignored him, simply brushing dust off her skirt.

“I’m the son of this town’s lord: Ron Taul.”

Completely unaware of the tragic foreshadowing in his own name,
this guy started shamelessly showing off in front of Kefir.
“To thank you for your efforts, allow me to invite you to my estate for a dri—”

“I have my own matters to attend to.
You go arrest your people.
This has nothing to do with me. No thanks necessary.”

Ha! Suffered a setback, huh?
Trying to chase the swan without building affection first?
Please, the protagonist doesn’t even want a backup option.

I couldn’t help but feel a bit smug inside.
But the very next second, this embarrassed golden boy turned his anger on me!
After intimidating his cronies with a glance, he focused directly on me.

Clearly, he wanted to use me to show off in front of Kefir.
Ugh, can’t us villains give each other a break?

Not that he cared.

“This guy’s part of the evil organization too!
Someone, tie him up and bring him in!”

“Hey, hold on.”

Kefir blocked him.
Then she turned to look at me.

Like I had a choice!
All I could do now was cling even harder to Kefir’s thigh!

Oh mighty Kefir! Look into my sincere eyes!
Think of how I used a “prophecy” earlier to help you avoid that small scratch!
Didn’t that feel good?
As long as you let me hang onto your thigh,
you can act all high and mighty however you like—I won’t stop you.

“Hmm…”

Kefir’s expression turned sour for a moment.
Maybe she was conflicted, but in the end, she sighed and turned back to the golden boy.

“He’s someone I arranged to help me here.
I’m taking him back.”

“Yeah yeah, I’m undercover!”

“I think this guy looks weird and dressed suspiciously.
He must be investigated!”

Oh come on! I didn’t call you a generic extra,
but you accuse me of dressing like a villain!?

The tension between them made the golden boy even more unwilling to lose face to Kefir.
Still dreaming of the swan, he motioned for his cronies to block our way.
Clearly, he wasn’t letting Kefir slip away so easily.

An extra trying to go up against the protagonist?
I don’t even need to think to know how that ends.

But if Kefir, now visibly annoyed and clenching her fists, actually fought back,
the script would surely bring a storm of new troubles.
I haven’t secured my position hugging her thigh yet!
No way I can let more chaos break out.

Time to think.

I quickly read through the script of what happens next for this extra.

[Ron Taul, son of the local lord, is struck by a falling chandelier during his personal inspection of the scene and ends up in a coma for the rest of his life.]

That’s… surprisingly straightforward.

No time to laugh—had to act before Kefir made a move.

“Ron Taul~”

“Hmph? Look at this broke loser hiding behind a woman.
You think you can call me by name?”

Hey, it’s called division of labor!
Clerics go in the back, okay!?

As for being a loser? Pfft.
What’s wrong with relying on a powerful woman for survival?

“I don’t care about your name.
But if you keep blocking us,
you’ll be in serious trouble—
and it won’t even be because of the person beside me whom you don’t recognize.”

“Trouble? Ha! I think the one in trouble is yo—”

Before he could finish, danger struck!
That’s the power of the script!

Boom!

Because of Kefir’s earlier rampage,
the ceiling chandelier had already been hanging by a thread.
Now it came crashing down!

Thanks to my warning, the script had changed.
But the massive chandelier still shattered right in front of Ron Taul,
scaring him so badly he couldn’t even straighten his back.

Not just him.
His cronies, the bound-up villains,
and even… Kefir beside me
all looked over in shock.

“See that?
Keep blocking us, and next time it won’t be just this.”

Come on, blocking a protagonist’s way? You have a death wish?

“You… you… this is all a trick!
You set this up! Just you wait!”

He yelled fiercely, but the next moment,
he ducked behind someone else like a coward and gave me a death glare from the back.
And I’m the loser?

In the silence that followed,
I was just about to sneak in another thigh-hug…

“What are you standing there for? Come with me!”

Kefir grabbed my hand and pulled me away.

Oh! Yes ma’am!
Hugging your thigh is priority!

I immediately followed Kefir and escaped the scene safely.
The notorious name of “Charlatan Euclid” really was just a name—
thanks to my good secrecy, I didn’t have to worry about being chased in public.

After we had left the villain base behind,
Kefir slowed her pace.

Then she turned around, hand resting on her sword hilt.
After hesitating for a moment, she sighed and let it drop.

“That earlier… never mind.
Euclid, even if you helped me,
I won’t just let someone with such a bad reputation like you go.”

“I’m not trying to leave!
Do you need a manservant?
I can serve tea and clean!
At worst… I can warm your bed!”

The protagonist was right in front of me,
her thigh warm and soft,
and the only hope I had to survive this story.
Only a fool would try to run away from her.

The moment I said “warm the bed,”
Kefir, unexpectedly pure-hearted, blushed furiously!
Probably too embarrassed to scold me directly,
she just glared at me with those beautiful crimson eyes!

“What are your intentions!?”

Because you’re the protagonist!
If I don’t hug your thigh, I’ll die!

“It was prophecy that told me to submit to you, Miss Kefir.”

“Oh, please.
Prophecy, huh? It’s all fake…”

Her expression darkened slightly.
But maybe recalling everything that just happened,
she stared at me.

“Normally, you’d be a corpse by now.
But I’ll give you one chance—just one.
I’ll be watching you closely.
Let’s say… I’ve been needing a distraction lately anyway.”

With that, Kefir turned around and waved for me to follow.
And at that moment,
I saw her smile for the first time—
a dazzling smile that could captivate thousands.

“You probably don’t even have a place to stay, right, you wandering charlatan?
Come with me.
From now on, you’ll stay where I tell you to.
I’ll be watching your every move to see if you’re lying.”

Perfect!
Even if you tried to kick me out, I wouldn’t go, Kefir!