I Already Know My Magic Power Is Ridiculously High! Now I Just Need a Cute Wife... - Episode 2

Upon being informed that the engagement had fallen through, I hurriedly confronted my father.

“Eh, wh-what… why on earth?”

After seeing the portrait of the delicate girl, all that remains is the regret of having missed the school of fish.

What on earth is happening?

It seems that the other party is unwell.

“Are you feeling unwell? … Or rather, didn’t something like this happen before?

There was an incident where a coachman was suddenly incapacitated by a powerful magical ‘intimidation’ while on the way to the territory, and in the end, the culprit was never found, and it all ended in a disaster, right?”

About a year ago, there was also a proposal for a marriage alliance from a noble with whom we have an alliance, but on their way to Ortenatris for the meeting, they were attacked by a mysterious magical wave on the road.

In the end, the identity of the culprit who “intimidated” remained unknown, and the engagement was called off.

“Ah, that’s right. This time, the Rosham Marquis family was unusually enthusiastic, and it seemed like everything was going to go smoothly, but just as I was about to discuss the marriage arrangement, a letter of refusal suddenly arrived.

The contents of the letter were filled with humble apologies and vague phrases like ‘my understanding was lacking,’ which I couldn’t quite make sense of.”

“Was my understanding too naive?”

“Ah, it seems that the lady Rokina feels she lacks the strength to stand next to Shalka, and she seems troubled by it.”

Saying that, my father showed me all the letters he received from Miss Rokina.

The letter has a pleasant scent of Nigella, a specialty of the northern Rosham region.

They are probably extracting the fragrance from flowers and sprinkling it on the letters.

Miss Rokina is indeed a modest and considerate young lady.

“……This is a standard phrase for dismissing someone you’re not interested in, isn’t it?”

“That would be the case.”

From the content of the letter, it was clear that the intention was to avoid damaging my honor by using words like “with all due respect.”

Saying they’re not feeling well is probably just a fake excuse.

I see, I’ve been rejected, even though I haven’t even met Miss Rokina yet…

(…No, I can’t give up here. That would be no different from my past life.)

“Father, this must be some kind of mistake. Shall we send the letter again now?”

“Even so, it seems like the other party is completely ready to back out.”

Something doesn’t sit right with me. Did another noble interfere?

Since you are a noble, you should honestly speak about it.

No, I really feel like their attitude has clearly changed.

That message, it’s as if someone spread false rumors about me, and because of that, they developed a fear of me.

“Then, would it be alright if I sent you a letter? We could meet and talk once…”

“You’re being persistent, Shalka. If you’re a noble, know when to back off.”

“……Yes”

No good, huh? Once the nobles have made a decision, there’s really nothing that can be done.

It’s really unfortunate, but this is also my fate as someone born into nobility, and I have no choice but to accept it.

“Father, what about my marriage proposal?”

“Hmm, it seems we still have no prospects in sight.”

(Ha…h)

Overwhelmed by despair, I knelt on the marble floor.

Two years ago, I gently consulted my father about the increasingly overwhelming and uncontrollable desires unique to adolescence, which I felt I had to do something about.

The last time I thought I had finally found a marriage proposal, it fell through just before the meeting due to an attack by someone.

And just when it seemed like things were going well this time, it fell through due to sudden health issues.

“Father, you don’t hate me, do you?”

“Hmm, Shalka, your ‘strange behavior’ in the castle town has been spreading around the castle, you know. I’ve tried to suppress it as much as possible, but there’s no guarantee it hasn’t leaked to the other side.”

“Th-that’s not true! I inspected the castle town for the sake of Ortenos…”

“Didn’t I tell you? Nobles shouldn’t associate with commoners…”

I know that my frequent visits to the town are spreading not-so-good rumors about me within the castle. However, if those rumors have even reached the topic of my engagement, it makes me regret not receiving a fair evaluation.

Before I knew it, I had been trembling my tightly clenched fist and biting my lip…

The air seemed to freeze, taut and still.

In the next moment, the air lets out a shrill, ear-piercing sound, echoing through the room like a high-pitched ringing.

The magical lamp on my father’s desk began to flicker, and the liquid in the ink pot rippled and swayed.

Father sees his quill pen starting to faintly vibrate and realizes what is happening.

The face of my father, who looked at me, clearly showed signs of anxiety.

“Th-this is bad! Shalka! Calm down, don’t let your emotions get the better of you here! Your magic is leaking!”

The moment the surrounding objects began to faintly vibrate, my father spoke to me, and I was startled.

“Ah! I-I am so sorry…!”

With my father’s words, I quickly regained my composure, and the vibrations around me subsided.

“Oh dear, if you’re going to ‘intimidate’ people with your magic power, that’s just unacceptable. As a noble, if you can’t control such emotions, you’ll be considered immature and end up embarrassing yourself in high society. Besides, your magic power is already abnormal as it is, so really, be careful.”

I got scolded by my father.

As a noble born with immense magical power, I was always told to control my emotions properly, but it seems I’m still lacking.

If you show your emotions too openly like now, you’ll unconsciously release magical power, clearly exposing your weaknesses both as a noble and as a magician.

“Yes, I will keep that in mind.”

“Indeed. The matter of the marriage proposal is truly unfortunate. … By the way, Shalka, how about attending the academy starting this autumn?”

My father’s suggestion was truly sudden, and it had never crossed my mind.