I Already Know My Magic Power Is Ridiculously High! Now I Just Need a Cute Wife... - Episode 5

A brother who is subservient to his half-sister might seem like a strange relationship.

I think we used to talk in a more casual way, but somehow we naturally settled into the current vibe.

“Yes. I’m going to be the one in charge of you in the future, aren’t I, Shalka?”

“Of course, Lady Elmia.”

“Hmm, as a superior, I have the responsibility to keep track of your every move. You understand that, right, Shalka?”

Elmia tries to act clearly as a superior towards me.

If you are treating me like this because you consider me the biggest rival for the next head of the family, as your brother, it’s a bit sad.

Since she’s such a delicate little sister that I wouldn’t even feel pain if I put her in my eye, is it my fate to forgive everything about her?

“Lady Elmia, what do you mean by ‘step by step’?”
“Every detail, every detail. I want to know everything about Shalka—where and when he goes, what he does, who he plans to meet in the future—every single day. For example, if a marriage proposal comes up, make sure to consult with me. I have to consider various things as the next head of the family.”

Even a capable female project manager wouldn’t impose such strict reporting obligations.

Just how much are they on guard against me?

“Elmia-chan, that’s just too reckless…”

“—tan?”

Ah, I realized I called Elmia’s name out of habit from the past.

Elmia quickly reacts to it and shoots me a sharp glare.

“I-I apologize, Lady Elmia.”

“That’s right, since I’m the ‘superior’ one, you shouldn’t speak to me like that! Be careful from now on, Shalka!”

By placing intonation on the word “superior,” Elmia’s attention to detail becomes apparent.

It’s not exactly a landmine, but Elmia immediately corrects me whenever I use overly familiar terms.

Elmia, who only corrects me, seems somehow lively and exhilarated, but is that just my brother’s biased perception?

“Yes. Well, about the earlier conversation, I have a strong desire to report everything in detail, but I hardly ever get the chance to present it to Lady Elmia…”

Elmia and I are noblemen of different genders.

Therefore, since our living spaces hardly overlap, it’s difficult to report even if asked.

“Alright, then from now on, come to my bedroom around the time the fire is lit.”

“Is this the bedroom?”

“Yes, is there a problem?”

Elmia tilted her head as if to say, “If you have a problem, just say it.”

As expected, I’m worried about my sister’s sense of chastity, so as her brother, I have to give her a little lecture.

“No, um, isn’t it rather inappropriate for an unmarried young lady to invite a man into her bedroom?”

“If I say it’s fine, then it’s fine. Besides, Shalka is my ‘big brother,’ so it shouldn’t matter, right? Or are you planning to do something bad to me, Shalka?”

Elmia gives a teasing smile.

If you put it that way, sneaking into Elmia’s sleeping quarters isn’t out of the question.

She is my beloved younger sister, but before that, she is a lovely and beautiful girl.

Turning down this invitation goes against my principles.

“No, if that’s the case, then this Shalka understands.”

“Yes, you just need to listen to what I say. My Shalka.”

Elmia said that and stroked my cheek.

Elmia’s flushed expression seems to be somewhat intoxicated and dazed.

The young nobles who were standing behind were gritting their teeth and grimacing at the sight of the skinship I was receiving.

“Understood.”

I ignored those noble youths and performed the Ortenos-style bow.

“Since it’s Shalka, I’m not too worried about her first battle. But be careful. The East has been in constant conflict, but according to the people of Ranecki, the West has also started to get a bit tense.”

“To the west of Ranecki, are you referring to the Dalbony Marquessate?”

“Yeah, it’s a bit strange that they decided to make a move just when the East started getting noisy.”

When Elmia said that with a puzzled expression, one of the nobles behind her stepped forward.

“This is quite unexpected, Lady Elmia.”

The one who spoke was the orange-haired nobleman I hadn’t recognized earlier.

Average build, but my gaze is higher than that of me and Elmia during our growth period.

“Oh, did I say something wrong? Lord Dinoren?”

“Yes, we Dalbony have no intention of opposing Ortenos or Ranecki. There have been minor misunderstandings, but now that we have been able to participate as the lowest-ranking members of the Dalbony in the Ortenos regional noble meeting, let’s foster a friendly relationship. Both in public and private.”

The young nobleman known as Dino-ren said that and took Elmia’s hand.

Seeing that, I felt a momentary flicker of my eyelids from the deep-seated disgust rising from within.

“No, there would be no reason for me to meet with Lord Dinoren. Especially not for you, who holds no particular title even in Dalbony.”

Elmia, with a faint smile, brushed off Dinoren’s hand.

Elmia is implicitly saying not to overstep with that “guardian” attitude.

“Oh dear, you’re quite the cold one, aren’t you…”

Even though Dino-ren’s hand was brushed away, he maintained a nonchalant demeanor, but a hint of irritation seeped through his expression.