I Already Know My Magic Power Is Ridiculously High! Now I Just Need a Cute Wife... - Episode 67

“Your treatment of Ortenos is completely outrageous! I can’t believe it… but could it be that you’ve dabbled in Forbidden Magic?!”

“Heh… To think you’d reach that conclusion with just that information. It seems the rumors about you being a true Ballista were correct.”

Azalash chuckled, genuinely impressed by Evelyn’s growing realization of the truth.

Then, he traced his thumb along Evelyn’s glossy lower lip.

“S-Stop it!”

Evelyn glared sharply at Azalash.

Seeing her reaction, Azalash’s face twisted into a look of pleasure.

“Juurr… I’ve heard that scholars from the Far East, like you, are often rebellious and arrogant women. It seems that’s true. But that’s fine… That just makes it all the more enjoyable.”

“…!”
Evelyn felt a terrible sense of foreboding as she saw the wicked desire flicker in Azalash’s expression. Cold sweat trickled down her back.

“First, I’ll cut off all your limbs. Once you lose the ability to resist, you’ll despair. Seeing that will be the perfect way to cure my boredom.”

“Tch… You really are a monster.”

“Kuhaha! You see, when I find a woman I like, I make sure to take my time with her. I wouldn’t just kill someone as young and beautiful as you. No… I’ll violate you slowly until your screams turn to whispers… and then, until you can no longer make a sound at all.”

Azalash’s hand moved from Evelyn’s lip, reaching inside her nun’s robe, heading towards her ample chest—
Just then, a deep, booming voice roared through the air.

“YOU BASTARDS! What the hell do you think you’re doing in the fortress of the Muscle Evangelist?!”

The man who appeared was a towering, middle-aged military officer with a techno-cut hairstyle.

Behind him stood three young officers, their faces tense with apprehension.

“D-Dadinga, sir, this is bad!”

“That’s the Judiciary we’re dealing with…!”

“If we start trouble here, we’ll definitely be held responsible…!”

The three young officers voiced their concerns anxiously.

“Ahaha! Don’t worry. I won’t bring trouble to the Evangelist. And I won’t let you take the blame either.”

Dadinga flashed them a confident grin, showing his bright white teeth.

Azalash narrowed his eyes as he observed Dadinga.

From his uniform, it was clear he was an Ortenos officer.

“You there, with that ridiculous haircut. Just to be sure, who are you?”

“Cheers! I’m Dadinga, a patrol officer of Bangwall! I’m here to tell you to stop whatever nonsense you’re pulling here.”

Dadinga spoke in a cheerful voice that didn’t suit the tense situation.

Though this was far beyond a point of peaceful negotiation, he still tried to prevent further damage.

“Hmph! Stay out of this, you Ortenos soldier! If you defy the Judiciary, you will all be executed. If you want to live, turn back now!”

“That’s not going to happen. You’re committing atrocities in this fortress without even paying your respects to the current lord, Lady Shalka. What exactly is the Judiciary trying to pull?”

“Kuhaha! Ortenos has gone too far. Shalka and Rednark both ignored the wishes of House Ranecki, so this is what happens.”

Dadinga realized that this chaos wasn’t just Azalash acting on his own.

Ridiculous laws like the “Special Tax Collection Act” were often used by the Ranecki family to pressure Ortenos.

Most likely, they planned to wreak havoc in Bangwall and disrupt the ceasefire negotiations.

“Men! Begin!”

At Azalash’s command, the tax collectors split into two groups.

One group started seizing property.

The other group did something even more shocking.

“Wait… is that… Lady Shalka?!”

“This… this is unforgivable…”

“Those bastards… I can’t stand this…!”

The townspeople, with tears in their eyes, hesitantly stepped forward one by one—
To step on a bronze plate engraved with Shalka’s image.

The three young officers clenched their fists, barely holding back their rage.

For them, nothing was more honorable than fighting alongside Shalka in their first battle.

They had personally witnessed her take down the enemy commander, Barbato, and lead them to victory.

Their loyalty to her had reached its peak at that moment.

Seeing her honor defiled was far more painful than any wound they could suffer themselves.

Just as they were about to lunge forward, Dadinga stopped them with a firm hand.

“Please… please, just don’t disgrace our lord any further.”

Dadinga lowered his head, his voice trembling as he forced the words out.

The three young officers knew how much longer Dadinga had served Lady Shalka compared to them.

They knew he was suffering more than anyone here.

But if even Dadinga had chosen to show sincerity, they couldn’t disregard that and act recklessly.

“Kuh… Kuhahahaha! This is priceless! I thought Ortenos’ so-called hero was impressive, but if his men are like this, then Shalka is nothing more than a ‘toothless stray dog’!”

“…”

In an instant, Dadinga and his men’s expressions changed.

The Ortenos family crest bore the image of a wolf.

To mock them as a “stray dog” was the gravest insult imaginable.

No Ortenos officer could forgive such a slight against their lord.

“What’s wrong, ridiculous haircut?! Got nothing to say? In the end, you and Shalka are just—huh?”

Before Azalash could finish his sentence, Dadinga was already moving.

With a shout, he tore off his upper garment mid-run.

Now, his body was nothing but a mass of pure muscle—

A projectile of raw power.

“MUSCLE WAVE STYLE—SEVENTH FORM! MUSCLE METEOR KICK! EISHA, EISHA… AAAAAALYOSHA!!!”

In an instant, Dadinga closed the distance, leaping into the air and unleashing a three-hit spin kick.

The first and second strikes slammed into Azalash’s left temple, bouncing his body off the ground twice.

On the second bounce, Dadinga’s foot caught Azalash’s cheek—

Sending him spinning like a drill, carving into the earth before finally coming to a stop.

“Ghhkk… khk… bbhhh… SH-SHAAAAAAA!!!”

Azalash’s wig had been completely obliterated by the impact.

“We, the Ortenos, are proud wolves! No one is allowed to disgrace our name!”

Dadinga roared, and cheers erupted from the crowd.

As the Judiciary officers hesitated in shock, Azalash crawled from the ground.

“Hah! Where is my hairpiece?!”

More than the beating, he was concerned about his prized custom-made wig.

Frantically, he searched for it—

And found it.

“MY HAIRPIECEEEEE!!!”

It was completely destroyed.

A wig could never be as tough as human flesh.

With shaky hands, he picked it up and placed it back on his head.

Then, trembling, he pulled out a pocket mirror.

The reflection staring back at him—

Looked like a mud-covered vagrant with a coral reef on his head.

Shock overtook him, making him shudder violently.

The mirror slipped from his fingers.

“I’LL KILL YOU! I’LL KILL YOU ALL!!!”

Azalash shrieked, face red with rage, foaming at the mouth, bl00d and saliva flying as he roared.