I Married the Beautiful Female Protagonist In Order To Survive

71. The Last “Chaos”

The Queen’s speed in resolving the “Chaos” afflicting those “big shots” within the Great Ying Empire was even more outrageous than I’d imagined. By the time she came to collect me, she didn’t even require me to use the power of the Script to “change” anything. She simply delivered the good news: everyone’s “Chaos” had been resolved.

At first, I was a bit unwilling to believe it. This was too fast. Perhaps the Queen was rushing, and some people were merely giving cursory responses?

Then, not far away, I spotted Uncle Zerola, sitting elegantly on a “high-end log ergonomic recliner”—a washboard.

“Forgive me, wife! I truly didn’t mean it! How could I dare raise my voice to you! Look, I’ve handed over all my secret savings. Forgive me, please! Even if the Great Ying Empire explodes, I can’t be without you~”

Never mind what I said. It seemed everyone’s “Chaos” had truly been eliminated very thoroughly.

The Queen indicated that she still needed to “chat” with the Moon Fairy, which was a deliberate way of handing over the remaining time to Kefir, who was watching her parents stage their “senior romance drama” while waiting for me.

So, what we should do was self-evident. Kefir was already holding what appeared to be the Sword Fairy’s true form, wanting to witness everything that would unfold. After exchanging a glance with me, we wordlessly left the now “calm” interior of the Great Ying Empire’s Royal City.

This time, Fillo, after coming to the Great Ying Empire, had blended in with Iris, continuing to serve as her “maid”. Although the Royal City was full of maids, the Script had already revealed Fillo’s presence once. Therefore, it wouldn’t be difficult for Kefir and me to find Fillo.

Moreover…

[Fillo is waiting for Euclid.]

Such content had already appeared. She must have sensed that the “Chaos” within the Great Ying Empire had been eradicated root and stem. Fillo, whose “mission” had been thwarted, had chosen to wait for my arrival at the place the Script told me.

Was she angry that I had interfered with her “mission”? Or would she be relieved that I had ultimately prevented her from spreading “Chaos”? Regardless, one thing I knew: this fairy was similar to the Order Fairies. If you merely “obstruct” them, they won’t stop their “duty”.

Furthermore, Fillo and the Chaos Fairies were only “similar”. In my opinion, they… were still different.

“Order Fairies willingly maintain the ‘order’ of the era, while Fillo, at least when we first discovered her identity, didn’t seem happy at all. She was just spreading ‘Chaos’ because she had to for her ‘mission’.”

“What are you suddenly telling me this for?”

Kefir, beside me, rolled her eyes. “What, you’re really afraid I’ll stab her without a word?”

“Haha… no, no.”

I wouldn’t dare to doubt that, especially since the scene of that uncle kneeling on a washboard, begging his wife for forgiveness, had only happened recently.

I just wanted to remind myself not to forget this point, lest when I meet Fillo again, the only solution I can think of is “eliminate the source of the Chaos.”

After all, Fillo didn’t seem to be planning to run away again. Instead… she was waiting for me!

We moved away from the Royal City, passed through the garden paths where the Moon Fairy liked to show off, and finally headed towards the garden greenhouse where Fillo was waiting for me—a place that held too many memories for me.

But this time, what awaited me here wasn’t anything romantic. On the contrary… it was the complete opposite.

[Euclid’s power is being…]

As our footsteps drew us closer, the script, once restored to normalcy after the “chaos” of the Moon Sprite had been dispelled, was once again subject to “power restriction”. The greenhouse, bathed in moonlight, held no trace of “romance” in sight. Instead, it seemed stuffed, pregnant with countless forms of “chaos,” gradually emanating a palpable, black “chaos” that spread outwards. It expanded, festered, and coiled, allowing me to sense Philo’s location without the need for a script.

After all, the girl was within.

Her body had fully matured into that of a young woman. The maid’s dress, strained in places, left her scantily clad, but alas… I had neither the time nor opportunity to give her a second glance.

Because: “chaos” bound her limbs, and she resembled a “flower bud” that had absorbed enough “nourishment,” waiting only to bloom. No longer needing to “absorb,” it needed only to “blossom”—black mist coiled into a spiraling sword in her hand, and the “chaos” emanating from it sent shivers of unease through me with just a single glance.

Philo.

No, she should now be called “Chaos Sprite Saphilo.” In the end, I was unable to “nip the chaos in the bud,” but instead witnessed the embodiment of “chaos,” the true Chaos Sprite.

I was grateful: that I hadn’t chosen to retreat just now, because allowing Philo to leave this place would have had unthinkable consequences.

The next moment, Philo opened her eyes, her bare feet landing on the ground, stepping on a carpet of withered, blackened leaves.

“‘King,’ you shouldn’t have come here.”

“Absorbing chaos” meant that Philo had also absorbed the corresponding “knowledge,” allowing her to grow from the ignorant, eager-to-learn “daughter” she once was into the girl before me, her eyes now holding a profound depth.

She looked at me coldly, yet I sensed a sorrow within her.

“You cannot interfere with my ‘mission’.”

I… ignored her.

I merely opened the script, intending to write something down!

[The Chaos Sprite was…]

However, before I could finish writing, the page in my hand was consumed by black flames, turning into a pile of ashes!

This was no longer a mere “restriction” of the script, it was practically an act of “destruction!”

“Your ‘order’ once departed, so even if it returns, it cannot stop the spread of ‘chaos.’ This is an inevitable law of every era, something you cannot maintain. Therefore, ‘order’ is destined to be unable to contend with ‘chaos’ at this moment.”

“Perhaps… you can flee far away and enjoy the last moments of peace before ‘chaos’ ultimately claims this era…”

There was no mockery or sarcasm in her words. I could clearly sense that Philo was offering me a solution.

But… Philo, dear Philo, you’re still a little green.

Such a suggestion is far too inappropriate.

Because… whether or not “chaos” can be eliminated, for “order”…

“How would we know if we don’t try?”

I continued to flip to the next page of the script, even as a black flame immediately ignited on the page.

It’s too early to give up now, little Philo.

I don’t remember teaching you the bad habit of “giving up easily.”

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The new book failed. Ahh, writing xuanhuan is so hard, I wasted another night.

Hoping what I write today won’t be a waste of time.