The whole thing, ha ha!

Who has the time now to explain to Ke Fei’er what a “dungeon instance” or what a “protagonist” is?

As soon as I spoke, afraid that those three Russians would change their minds, I immediately dragged Ke Fei’er to the so-called “dead end.”

A massive stone gate blocked the way forward.

On both sides and in front, it was piled high with rocks and trees.

It didn’t look like a passage at all.

Unless you brought in a steamroller while shouting “Tōkizawa Rola-da!,” it was impossible.

With our current manpower, and for safety reasons, it wasn’t suitable to waste our strength breaking it down—otherwise we’d just let those Russians take advantage.

Ke Fei’er must have considered that, which is why she hadn’t tried.

“Charlatan, I wasn’t picking a fight with them, so don’t waste time humoring those three Rossiya Empire people over something pointless.

We’re not here to play.”

With a helpless look, Ke Fei’er still came along with me out of trust.

Meanwhile, those three Rossiya Empire candidates who had mocked us earlier weren’t exploring their own path anymore.

They just loitered around, waiting to laugh at us.

Rasputin even pulled out a bottle of liquor!

“Hahaha~ Look at these foreigners.

So stubborn and dumb.

We told them it’s a dead end, yet they’re ramming into it like dung beetles.

So lame! Gulp gulp gulp~”

“I heard mages aren’t too bright anyway.

Since we’ve already claimed the path, let’s just watch how long these foreigners keep butting their heads here~”

“Lady Rasputin, should we give a performance?”

“Hala-shu!”

With that, the three of them started tap-dancing around the liquor bottle.

Verbal mockery wouldn’t have fazed Ke Fei’er, but when they began literally dancing, even she couldn’t endure it anymore.

Her expression turned dangerously sharp, as if she was about to cut someone down.

“Euclid, three minutes, and we’re leaving.

Otherwise, I’m afraid I might cause an international incident.”

“Calm down, Lady Ke Fei’er.

I’ve already figured out the gate’s mechanism.”

“Why hold back! I’m not—eh?”

Halfway through, Ke Fei’er realized we weren’t even on the same page.

“What did you say?”

“I’ve unlocked it.

Of course those Rossiya fools couldn’t get through—this path wasn’t made for them.”

The script told me long ago.

This was a dungeon prepared for the protagonist.

And in this world, who’s the protagonist?

Naturally, the number one peerless genius beauty of the universe—Miss Ke Fei’er by my side.

Could the protagonist’s path ever be the same as an extra’s?

I held Ke Fei’er’s soft, fragrant hand and turned to face the stone gate.

【This is the mainline dungeon. Only the script’s protagonist may enter. Fingerprint verification required!】

Turns out the goddess of these ruins is pretty modern—she even installed anti-theft measures.

Before Ke Fei’er could get embarrassed enough to slap me, I pressed her hand onto the glowing surface of the gate.

Click.

“Mother Rossiya is strongest, the rest crawl away~”

“A song of Rossiya’s greatness, dedicated to these dimwitted Brits.”

Gulp gulp gulp~

Rumble.

The stone gate began to move.

The tremor knocked the three Rossiya clowns, still squatting and tap-dancing, flat onto their butts.

As I let go, Ke Fei’er stared incredulously at her palm.

Nilou, equally wide-eyed, fixed her gaze on me too.

“Charlatan (Mr. Euclid), just now… what was that?”

“Something that requires identity verification.

Those Rossiya idiots didn’t know, so of course they thought it was just a stone blocking the path.”

I deliberately raised my voice.

Oh, you want to claim the road?

Think you own the mountain?

Inside a dungeon, trying to out-find the one holding the script—you’re way too green.

“But why me…?”

That was what Ke Fei’er really wanted to know.

The answer, of course, was because she’s the protagonist!

This dungeon ruin was made for the protagonist, so naturally her hand was the key.

But I couldn’t just blurt that out.

So I rolled my eyes and said, “Obviously this gate has a restriction—it can only be opened by geniuses.

Idiots and dogs not allowed.”

Ke Fei’er’s cheeks flushed red.

In one move, I had both boosted her pride and flattered her.

Now that’s professional villain-turned-ally behavior—corporate-level thigh-hugging.

But the Russians weren’t staying quiet.

Scrambling to their feet, they hadn’t paid any attention to my words.

Instead, they were alarmed by the stone gate opening.

Even fools could see now that this was the real hidden passage.

“Cyka blyat! You Brits are cheating!”

Rasputin ripped off her glasses, dropping the fake scholarly act.

Her face twisted with fury as she charged at us.

“We didn’t cheat.

Besides, weren’t we all playing the same tricks?”

I sneered.

“You just said yourselves that this place was ours.”

“The Rossiya Empire has the right to know what lies ahead.

Let us see!”

With that, the Russian girl tore half her skirt off.

No slender legs—just bulging muscle!

Then she pulled two spiked brass knuckles out of her pocket.

There was no trace of a “civil servant” anymore—she was straight up Schwarzenegger!

I hurriedly ducked behind Ke Fei’er.

Men and women make the best team, after all.

I found the path, and now it’s time to hug a thigh—what’s shameful about that?

In an instant, those three Russians went from local bullies to armed bandits.

They tore off their clothes, flexing their muscles, and charged straight at us to snatch our find!

“Out of the way!”

But this time, they picked the wrong opponent!

To go against the protagonist—especially Ke Fei’er, a true protagonist—are you suicidal!?

Just as Rasputin was about to rush in, suddenly she stumbled!

In a blink, her feet were frozen solid in a layer of ice!

“Cyka blyat!”

Looking up, she saw Ke Fei’er had cast the spell.

Her two lackeys cried “Ura!” and tried to attack.

But their punches never even landed—just colliding with Ke Fei’er’s barrier sent them flying backward!

“Miss Rasputin, I hope you’ll abide by international law.”

“Su—”

Rasputin’s face contorted with rage, her features squeezed together.

She looked ready to pull something from her chest, but in the end, she stopped.

Clicking her tongue, she instead kicked each of her lackeys.

“Get up! We’re leaving!”

As for Ke Fei’er, she didn’t keep posing.

She stayed alert, and addressed us instead.

“Nilou, inform the Britannia Empire people.

Have them come inside and set up camp.

We’ll stay here tonight and continue tomorrow.

Charlatan, no objections, right?”

Of course not.

Even Ke Fei’er could see it.

The script made it clear.

【Rasputin is going to retaliate!】

Those three Russians left with sour faces, but we were now officially their enemies.