I Already Know My Magic Power Is Ridiculously High! Now I Just Need a Cute Wife... - Episode 10

Most of the soldiers who were hit by my magic were dazed and had lost their sense of balance.

They must be amazed to actually experience the phenomenon where magical power acts on objects and causes them to resonate.

I haven’t experienced it myself, but it feels like I’m being forced to listen to the sound of nails scraping on a chalkboard at full volume.

If taken too far, it is a dangerous power that can instill fear and even cause mental collapse.

If I were to refine the magic a bit more carefully, it could provide a pleasant relaxation effect, almost like receiving a spa treatment while listening to a piano performance. However, since there’s no point in relaxing the soldiers right now, I won’t do it.

“Oh, oh my, as expected of you, Minishiro-sama! To think you were hiding such immense magical power! This Geraldo is truly impressed!”

In this tent, only Geraldo was enduring without collapsing, his knees trembling.

By the way, when everyone calls me “Minashiro-sama,” it is said to be a second-person term for royalty. It is a remnant from when I was part of the royal family and is a form of admonishment.

“Geraldo, don’t push yourself too hard. It’s bad for your health.”

Well, it was me who weakened my legs and back, though.

“What’s this? This is just a warrior’s shiver! Ha!”

Geraldo, with a shout, pounded his thigh with his fist, and the trembling in his legs stopped.

“……”
“See, it would be troublesome if you underestimated an old soldier like me.”

What is that?

The military officers still can’t stand up, so why can they be healed with a single “hey” strike?

…I wonder if experience really matters on the battlefield.

“Y-Yeah, as expected of Geraldo. My magic power is like this, but I wonder, can I defeat Barbato?”

“How ridiculous. This Geraldo, to have seen such magical power, is something only the Namidai-sama, Minishiro-sama, has ever done, both before and after.”

With a slightly strained expression, I asked Geraldo, and Geraldo answered, unable to hold back a laugh, lifting the corners of his mouth.

“I see, then what will you do? Geraldo?”

This time, I ask Geraldo again with a confident smile.

Even if Geraldo rides along, I felt like the other military officers would somehow manage.

“Of course, let’s crush those despised Naia prince scum with our own hands!”

I was satisfied with Geraldo’s answer and nodded with a sense of magnanimity.

Then, Geraldo suddenly let out a loud “Uooooo!” like a beast awakened to its primal instincts in old age.

Is it really so terrifying to see someone act unexpectedly? Before I knew it, I was fiddling with the gold coin in my right hand.

“You lot, what are you dawdling for! This pathetic display in front of our sworn enemy, Naia, is utterly disgraceful. Stand up, stand up, you lot!”

Geraldo shouted, and then he slapped each of the soldiers on the rear, forcefully waking them up one by one.

“Hah…! Whoa! What incredible power, is this the power of the Lord?”

“Oh, incredible… It feels like every muscle in my body is rejoicing.”

“I’m trembling with emotion right now! I want to share this feeling with someone!”

The military officers, suddenly coming to their senses, began to shout out outrageous things one after another, their faces filled with joy and overwhelmed with emotion.

For a moment, I wondered what was going on, but this is just one of those things that happens with satellite Satera-class ships.

The Satellite Satera-class mages seem to feel a surge of morale when they sense the magical power of their ally, the Stella-class, as if they are receiving support.

In battles between fleets, including the Stella-class, it is also used as a tactic.

Even so, what I had heard was that there was a fighting spirit within, but it feels much more beast-like than that. Is it just my imagination?

“Here we go, you bastards! We’re going to crush the Prince of Naia and his scum!”

“Whoa!”
“……”

When Geraldo gave the officers a rousing speech, they responded loudly as if in unison.

I wonder what they were thinking, but Geraldo and the others left the tent with great enthusiasm.

Left alone under the tent, I mutter to myself.

“……Huh, was this how it was supposed to be?”

Come to think of it, my father did tell me not to seek military merit…

But ever since I decided to kill Barbatos, I had to boost morale, and if Geraldo is going to do his best, then that’s good enough for me.

The Geraldo were still outside the tent, loudly motivating the soldiers who were working, but I chose to ignore it.

Just as it seemed that the preparations for the cavalry charge were finally complete, there was a commotion outside the tent. As I wondered what was happening, a woman officer with a blank expression entered the tent.

“Message delivery.”

This female warrior has a faint expression, and I can’t quite figure out what she’s thinking.

However, since she is the only woman among the military officers, I personally intend to show her clear favoritism.
Or rather, our unit has a low female ratio to begin with.

Until today, I’ve only seen about one woman out of every hundred, you know.

“What on earth happened this time?”

When I politely ask the expressionless female officer, she takes a deep breath and then starts to speak.

“Out of the 20,000 troops of the Naia army, approximately half, including the Stella-class ships, suddenly began moving towards the northern front while performing the ‘Makai Maten’ ritual. The remaining half seem to be occupying positions to hinder our advance.”

Huh?