I Already Know My Magic Power Is Ridiculously High! Now I Just Need a Cute Wife... - Episode 18

I see, so this is how Stella-class ships start their preamble.

By the way, since it is Naia that is infringing on the territory, Barbato’s claims are completely unfounded.

I rub the surface of the gold coin with my right hand and tighten my stomach.

“My name is Shalka de Ortenos. Did I mishear you, or did you, in your foolishness, just claim the royal surname von, you usurper Barbato de Naia? Perhaps you should introduce yourself correctly once more?”

I throw a provocative remark at Barbato.

I wonder if Barbato can remain calm when provoked by a child who is more than a decade younger than him.

“Fuhaha, the half-baked Ortenos are so full of bravado! You must be the descendant of that pathetic fugitive woman who lost her country to the usurper!”

I observe Barbato, who has started speaking with great enthusiasm.

Based on Barbato’s character, I had assumed he would fly off the handle immediately, but the fact that he dismisses it as childish nonsense shows that he can be surprisingly calm.

…No, they must have significantly reduced their military strength with the intimidation orbs, and there’s no doubt they’ve suffered considerable psychological damage.

Perhaps realizing that the opponent is twelve-year-old me, he regained his composure.

(If that’s the case, it might be worth using, but I don’t like being underestimated.)

The cocky Barbato continued even further.

“The woman you once revered as your master fled to the empire, and after ingratiating herself with the greedy pigs of Zakrian, she was supposedly impregnated by their filthy spawn! The descendants of that filthy whore and those pigs are the true identity of you worthless Ortenos! It’s about time you and your kind, along with Ranecki, perish! And then kneel before the glorious Naia!”

It’s just Barbato’s cheap provocation, calm down, I tell myself as I almost boil over.

The subordinates in the back were biting their lips so hard that they bled, shedding tears of bl00d.

Especially Geraldo, who has entered her old age, is one of the parties involved in the former usurpation of the throne, and the humiliation she experienced is immeasurable.

As the guardian of Ortenos, what I can do for them is to make them regret this insult while taking Barbato’s life.
To increase certainty, first, we will shake Barbato’s spirit as much as possible.

“We do not bow to anyone, nor do we yield to anyone. Sixty years ago, the rightful heir of the Ortenos royal family, Illumina von Ortenos, whom you foolishly let escape, left behind the flame of our great hero. This flame has not extinguished, nor has it wavered in the slightest, and it has been passed down to us. This flame will not extinguish until every one of you, the vassals of Naia, and all the fools”

ッ！　Nonsense!”

The words were infused with magic just right, and I was able to draw out Barbato’s agitation.

Indeed, magic is a mysterious thing, closely intertwined with human emotions.

Among the nobility, it is frowned upon to express emotions frivolously, but those who lead factions, on the contrary, skillfully use emotions to their advantage.

Those who are clumsy only cause discomfort, but those who are skilled turn it into the power to attract people.

“Are we terrifying, descendants of the usurper Barbato de Naia? While you warm yourselves in your false throne and play at socializing, you have no idea how much we have suffered and swallowed mud. We are the noble Great Wolves, sharpening our fangs so we can bite into your throats at any moment.”

“ッ！ It’s Barbato von Naia! Correct yourself, you filthy mutt!”

(This is a good balance. It’s about time to put in what Geraldo was talking about.)

Perhaps, it’s never the right way to go about it.

Geraldo hesitated a bit, probably out of concern for my mental well-being, but that’s unnecessary.

I don’t care if it’s cowardly or anything else; if it guarantees victory, I will choose that method.

“By the way, Barbato, is your younger sister doing well?”

“!”

There’s a story that Barbato has two boiling points.

One is about Barbato’s sister, the first princess of the Naia Kingdom.

It seems that they want to avoid the topic because it involves Barbato’ abnormal fetish.

“I’ve heard that you are a beautiful and delicate younger sister with hair as glossy and lustrous as if woven with golden threads. Is that true, Barbato?”

“……Shut up! Don’t talk about that damn woman!”

The sound of “b1tch” bothered me a bit.

For someone who has been oppressed, isn’t there a bit too much hostility?

“Well, if she’s such a lovely little sister, I can certainly understand the feeling of not wanting to let her out as a man. But actually attacking her, I think that’s going too far, Barbato.”

“……You better shut up, or I’ll kill you!”

Do you realize this is a provocation? You’re still holding it together.

It seemed like he was barely managing to suppress his emotions as a noble, but I had a feeling he would break down soon.

“You really are hopeless, Barbato. Why have you started attacking only young girls? You weren’t like this before, were you?”

“……Aaaahn!?”

So this is the real deal after all.

Another boiling point of Barbato, that is――――

“Oh, right, you were left by your fiancée whom you loved back then, weren’t you? That must have been a shock for you. …But still, your preferences are pretty messed up.”

―――The trauma of Baron Barbato related to women

“Bu! I’m going to kill youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu”

With a roar, Barbato completely entered battle mode in a furious rage.
When I confirmed that the magical “door” near Barbato’s tanden had begun to shine brilliantly, I quietly smiled