I Already Know My Magic Power Is Ridiculously High! Now I Just Need a Cute Wife... - Episode 45

In the end, I couldn’t stand the silence any longer and decided to talk to Elmia.

If we both stay silent, the atmosphere will become tense and awkward.

“It was nice weather today, wasn’t it, Elmia-sama?”

“……Yeah.”

“The food is delicious, isn’t it, Lady Elmia?”

“……Yeah.”

“You look beautiful today as well, Lady Elmia.”

“……!”

I was glared at fiercely.

This is what it means to be left with no place to turn.

Hmm, as I was thinking about my next move, Nicolette’s plan was activated first.

“It’s Dante.”

“It’s Nogihon.”

“It’s Rotten.”

“Ugh, Limbo!”

What Nicolette planned was a “hidden talent show” by the military officers.

If I can make Elmia chuckle with this, she’ll surely be in a better mood.

The first item is a limbo dance by the three foolish military officers.

The fools who charged into the fort faster than anyone else.

“Hot! Hot! Ooh, Fire Limbo!”

In the end, Rotten was set ablaze with a blazing stick, bringing it to a fiery conclusion.

For a first attempt, it showed quite a bit of excitement.

Well then, how is Elmia doing――?

…Yeah, my facial muscles don’t even twitch.

Let’s pull ourselves together and move on to the next.

“I’m Joseph. Let me show you the most bizarre disappearing magic.”

The second act is a magic performance by a scholarly, bearded military officer.

What Joseph took out were several silver coins.

When he placed the silver coin in his proud beard, it suddenly disappeared from his hand.

Wow, I wonder how they’re doing that.

As he stuffed multiple silver coins into his beard, cheers erupted.

“It is also possible to extract it as shown here.”

This time, a silver coin comes out from the beard.

“Oh!”

“Please, Your Highness, verify whether it is genuine.”

A classic magic trick, an audience participation event, huh?

With this, Elmia will surely enjoy it too…

“I don’t really want to touch it.”

“……”

……Is it no good?

As expected, I felt sympathy for Joseph.

After that, several people tried, but they all ended in utter defeat.

Unfortunately, the lack of material that would appeal to women and the half-baked state of the performance were probably the reasons for the defeat.

……Only one remains.

“Cheers! It’s Dadinga! Let’s go with the ‘Muscle Wave Flow’!”

A middle-aged man with a muscular build and a techno haircut, who was unusually high-strung, appeared.
Is this guy okay?

When I winked, Dadinga flashed a bright smile and gave a thumbs up.

It seems like they are confident.

I’m only filled with anxiety, but…

“First, the standard ‘Magic Martial Arts’… Haa, hah hah! Eiy! Eiy eiy!”

With a solid stance, I deliver a straight punch.

It is a martial art called Mabu-jutsu, a form of hand-to-hand combat and shukuken that uses magical power.

Every time Dadinga swings his fist, a sound like air being struck echoes through the venue.

“……Eisha! Eisha! Eisha! Aaryoshah!”

Oh, this is an intense performance.

A spinning kick followed by a reverse spinning kick.

In close combat without weapons, the outcome is determined by the skill of magic martial arts.

You didn’t resort to any weird gimmicks and came at it the right way, Dadinga.

With this, we can have high hopes.

“From here on, it’s the Muscle Wave Flow… Hey, bring that over here!”

What the military officers carried together was a large rock.

Taller than Dadinga.

“To think I would get the chance to show this Muscle Wave Flow in front of the Muscle Apostle-sama, what an incredible stroke of luck!”

Dadinga says strange things.

And then, taking a deep breath and exhaling, they assume a fighting stance.

“Hmph”

With the shout of “Dadinga,” the upper half of the clothes vanished in an instant.

It seems that just by flexing his muscles, he tore his clothes.

What an air of a certain master.

However, at this point, Elmia was frowning.

This is starting to look suspicious…

“Muscle Wave Style, Third Form, Bone-Crushing Fist! Hah!”

Dadinga, with a high-pitched voice, shouted and slammed his fist into the large rock.

“……Fyo, fyo, fyo, fyo, Fyooodroooowiiiiiich!”

With shouts, they struck repeatedly, and in the end, they shattered the rock into pieces.

For a satellite of the Satera class, it has quite a decent output, doesn’t it?

I’m not confident that I’m measuring it correctly with my own yardstick.

“Oh!”

Cheers erupted from the military officers, and applause filled the air.

I also clap, succumbing to the pressure to conform.

“In the end, it’s no different from just magic martial arts…”

From the front, Elmia let out a voice of dissatisfaction.

I thought about it a bit too, but you shouldn’t say such things out loud.

“Muscle Apostle!”

For some reason, Dadinga came to me.

Hmm, a muscle evangelist?

How was my Muscle Wave Flow?

“Hmm? Ah, wasn’t it quite good?”

“Oh! To receive words of praise from the Muscle Evangelist, Shalka-sama, this Dadinga is utterly overjoyed!”

Hmm, didn’t you just say something I can’t just ignore?

“Wait a minute, who is the Muscle Evangelist?”

“Of course, the Muscle Evangelist is none other than Lord Shalka.”

“Huh?”

Elmia’s gaze narrowed.

It feels like a bad situation.

“Don’t you remember? About eight years ago, when I was at a dead end in my martial arts training, you showed me the path of building muscle.”

“No, I don’t know.”

“No! It was definitely the muscle evangelist Shalka-sama who bestowed upon us the famous saying ‘Muscle training is justice’ at that time!”

Ah.

Now that you mention it, I do have a memory like that…

I remembered that there was an unprecedented fitness boom in my previous life, and in front of the troubled warrior, I couldn’t help but say it.

Elmia gave me a sulky look.