I Married the Beautiful Female Protagonist In Order To Survive

60. Work hard, working soul!

The Queen of Great Britain is no longer “Louise”!?

What’s troubling is: I have no time to ponder the implications of Professor Moriarty’s words right now. With our positions now clear, Professor Moriarty no longer needs to feign civility as she did before, but directly delivers us an “ultimatum”.

“This is your final warning, Louise. Return with me to Great Britain, along with your companions, without resistance. Do not obstruct Great Britain’s plans, and there is still room for negotiation. Otherwise…”

The Professor drew out her words. As for what would happen otherwise, it was not hard to imagine, given the “death script” that had already bloomed within her heart toward us.

It wasn’t as if I hadn’t considered that Philo’s arrival in the royal capital of Great Britain might cause some “chaos.” But initially, I thought it would only affect insignificant small fry. In that case, I could simply take Louise back to handle it. With Great Britain’s foundation and strength, it could easily stifle this “chaos” before it could spread!

Therefore, when everything unfolded as Louise had predicted, reaching the “worst-case scenario” – with the “chaos” affecting someone of Professor Moriarty’s calibre – all I could feel was a complex mix of emotions, followed by hesitation.

After all… I couldn’t simply “kill” this completely “normal” professor, the way I did with the already deranged Arthur, could I!?

After a moment of silence, I spoke, “Professor, do you… really think you can take the Queen away from us, with me and Kephiel here?”

“…Of course not.” Moriarty chuckled lightly. “But, do you truly believe that the three of you can protect Louise around the clock, without a single blind spot? To defy me here, is to defy the will of Great Britain. Can you… truly stand against the entirety of Great Britain, both within and without?”

Of course… we couldn’t. In the past, I might have been able to rely on the script, spouting some cool, chuuni lines like, “Touch my woman, and I’ll obliterate your nation.” But with the power of the script still suppressed by “chaos,” I was practically baggage, let alone the Queen. Relying solely on Kephiel and Lan Si, we’d likely struggle to even leave Great Britain’s territory, let alone clear the “chaos” in the royal capital without running away.

Honestly, the course of events was no longer within my control.

“Louise, the decision rests with you.”

Or rather, the Queen’s decision would determine the fate of the other three of us. After all, without her, there would be even less chance for me, Kephiel and Lan Si to clear the “chaos” in the Great British royal capital.

I…didn’t look at Louise again. Didn’t want to add to the pressure, not now. But then, my dearest Queen gave me a sly wink. The expression on her face wasn’t as grave as it had been!

Queen, you…

“Hmm~ My decision? It’s simple, Moriarty.”

The next moment, the Queen clapped her hands together, a small smile gracing her lips as she looked at Moriarty, as if she hadn’t registered Professor Moriarty’s threat at all!

“Since you and I don’t see eye-to-eye, then…you won’t have to listen to my opinions anymore either ★~”

Moriarty blinked, puzzled. “What do you mean?”

“Exactly what I said~”

With that, the Queen pointed a finger. “Moriarty, from today, from this very moment, you’re fired~”

What!?

“Since you think I’m pointlessly ordering you around, and that I’ve ‘changed, changed’ or something along those lines, then you won’t have to listen to my orders anymore. You’re fired. What you do after this is your own business. I’m just telling you: from this moment on, there’s no superior-subordinate relationship between us, and you can’t criticize me anymore~”

It took me a while to understand what the Queen had said, and I even had to consult my script for clarification.

[Louise IV has fired Moriarty.]

Yet, such a simple sentence was so incredibly difficult to comprehend. After all…it wasn’t just me. Even Kephir and the others, even Professor Moriarty herself, were all struck dumb.

Fired? Let’s set aside the question of how much power the Queen’s decision carries at this point. The crucial thing is… is this really the time to be talking about firing someone? Shouldn’t we be trying to calm down Professor Moriarty’s “chaos”?

I wanted to nudge the Queen, tell her to stop playing around, but then…something strange happened!

“Ha…Louise, do you even realize your own situation right now?”

After the initial stunned silence, Professor Moriarty even let out a mocking laugh, scoffing at the Queen as she…

…as her movements became stiff.

Following her last sneer, she started shivering as if she were wearing only a single layer of clothes in the dead of winter.

Her hand trembled as she removed her glasses, and her words began to stutter.

“I… I already said, the Queen of Great Britain has long been replaced by Iris. You’re just a stand-in who’s already passed the baton. Even if you say you’re firing me now, all I can do is laugh… laugh…”

“Ha, ha ha… uh… hmm…”

Finally, the expression on the professor’s face became serious. As if she had recalled something terrible, her stiff movements gradually “froze,” and she stood there, a statue.

This performance, of course, was not some artistic expression. In the next instant, I saw something in Professor Moriarty’s script that I could hardly believe.

[Moriarty has noticed her “chaos.”]

The professor…realized?

No, rather, the professor had been prompted by the Queen’s words about being “fired” and was slowly “realizing”!

No way, Professor!? Why is your “chaos” so… trivial? And why is the way you become lucid so… absurd? How much do you value your job? The Queen said “fired,” and you scared yourself awake?

But I couldn’t say these things. Not only could I not say them, but I even had to add,

“Professor, if you’re fired, theoretically the Correction Squad will be disbanded.”

“At this rate, you’ll become a lone commander, a middle-aged, unemployed busybody.”

“Nonsense!” The Professor plunged a sword into the table next to me.

Then, she covered her forehead with a hand and shook her head.

Finally, a thousand words coalesced into a bitter laugh, appearing alongside my brand-new script.

“Haha… ah well… all over…”

[Moriarty has ended “Confusion.”]

Indeed, Professor, you’re truly on your own now.

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