I Already Know My Magic Power Is Ridiculously High! Now I Just Need a Cute Wife... - Episode 70

The man from the Judiciary Office shouted furiously, spitting as he did.

“Grrr! Can’t you see this curse mark? We are the ones binding the ‘legitimate heir’ of Ortenos! Don’t act recklessly!”

**The ‘Legitimate Heir’**

It was also called the bloodline, a quality inherited by noble families for generations.

It was said to dwell within the magical gate, like a family name affixed to the door.

Rather than something biological, it was closer to a concept.

The longer a noble lineage continued, the more concentrated this legitimacy became.

The older the noble house, the more unique magic they could use, and the more exceptional talents their members were born with.

“‘Legitimacy Binding Seal,’ huh?”

“That’s right! This curse mark is originally meant to bind powerful beings like you, those of the Stellar rank! With this many of us using it, even someone of Stellar rank would be powerless!”

The **Legitimacy Binding Seal** was, as its name suggested, a forbidden mark that bound the legitimacy of nobles.

It was said to have been established when the Ortenos Marquisate was founded, as part of an agreement with the Ranecki family.

However, I never learned the full details of that agreement.

The troublesome thing about this curse mark was that its effects stacked.

There were about twenty tax officers.

With each one activating the flame-like curse mark on their right hand, the chains marked on my right arm became even stronger.

(Itchy.)

Was I really being weakened?

The binding was supposedly of Satellite rank, but the difference was so small I couldn’t even tell.

It was like feeling an itch when you meet someone annoying.

“Hurry up and draw your weapon. At least die like a warrior.”

“Tch—! Hah, hahaha! Then you’ll regret it! This is the power of numbers! Kill him, all of you!”

All the tax officers charged at me.

Indeed, attacking all at once was a better choice than being taken down one by one.

They were probably equipped with **Star Weapons** too.

“One against many, huh? It’s been a while since I did this—”

Magic and Star Weapons had a huge impact on the surroundings.

I stabbed my pipe into the ground and shifted my left side forward.

“—**Magic Martial Arts.**”

Against mere Satellite ranks, there was no need for me to use a Star Weapon.

Among the noble combat techniques, **Magic Martial Arts** was the oldest and strongest.

It was the first fighting skill I ever learned.

A weapon was useful, but my own body was even easier to control.

“Throwing away your weapon? Foolish!”

“Punish the traitor!”

Magic Martial Arts used by a **Stellar rank** was on a completely different level from what someone like Dadinga, a **Satellite rank**, could perform.

The Judiciary officers probably didn’t understand that.

A Stellar-rank body alone was already like a living weapon compared to most creatures in this world.

And when strengthened further by magic—

“Wha— Vanished—!?”

Those were his last words.

His torso collapsed onto the ground.

“Sorry, I couldn’t make it more flashy for you.”

I tossed aside the tax officer’s severed head.

To minimize collateral damage and reduce cleanup, the best method was **taking heads**.

Since I only used my grip, there was no worry about flesh scattering everywhere, and secondary damage was minimal.

It was warm and unpleasant, but the most efficient method.

“Huh?”

“Goodbye.”

*Squish.*

He was probably shocked by my sudden appearance.

Since **Shukuchi** involved extreme acceleration and deceleration, it wasn’t surprising if he couldn’t see me.

“You bastard…!”

“Next.”

*Squish.*

Another head crushed.

With each kill, my right hand was drenched in more bl00d.

“Why!? Why are you this strong even with your power restricted!?”

“If you think this can stop me, you’re underestimating me.”

*Squish.*

They must have found it strange that I didn’t seem affected by the debuff.

“How cruel…!”

“You call yourself a noble…?”

“Of course, I do. But bear with it, I don’t enjoy this either…”

*Squish, squish. *

I plucked heads off with both hands.

Unless the opponent was of **Stellar rank**, a slight movement of my body was enough to take a life.

So, no matter how cruel it seemed, I had to minimize my movements while taking them down.

“You’re insane…!”

“Haha, we’re both insane, aren’t we?”

*Squish.*

A dry laugh escaped me.

Everyone in this world was at least a little crazy.

If possible, I would have preferred a life where I never had to stain my hands.

But ever since my first training in Magic Martial Arts, my limbs had been broken, severed, and crushed.

No wonder my sense of ethics got twisted.

Now, without realizing it, I kept thinking of ways to efficiently destroy bodies and break minds.

The Judiciary officers had probably never lived their lives constantly preparing for battle like the Ortenos family.

Soon, only two of them were left.

“Is this… a dream…?”

The man with coral-like hair stood frozen, staring at the massacre.

“It’s not a dream.”

“Hiiaaa! M-monster!”

“Calling a person a monster is rude, you know.”

The coral-haired Judiciary officer screamed the moment he heard my voice.

He fell onto his rear and tried to crawl away.

Dripping bl00d from both hands, I slowly approached him.

“*Hah… hah… y-you! A-are you going to kill me too!?*”

“…? Let me ask you instead. Why would I **not** kill you?”

“…!! P-please don’t! I don’t want to die here!”

He broke down, crying and begging for his life.

Since he was so desperate, I decided to chat for a bit.

“How did it feel enforcing the **Special Taxation Act**?”

A law that had lasted over fifty years, never documented or formally established.

I was curious about their mindset.

“H-huh? I never thought about it…”

“You felt nothing?”

“Y-yes.”

“You thought of Ortenos’ people as dogs or livestock?”

“N-no, of course not…”

They likely never even considered the people as fellow humans.

I could somewhat understand how power could make one lose touch with common folk.

In my past life, power came from wealth or fame, but here, it was magic.

That omnipotent feeling could intoxicate any noble.

I had to make sure I never became like this coral-haired fool.

“You take what you want from those you dislike and kill them. You Judiciary officers only ever impose your own will.”

“S-so what?! The strong are the ones who are just! No one can judge us!”

“…”

I wanted to argue, but I couldn’t find the words.

My past life’s ethics and philosophy meant nothing here.

I had no intention of making him change, but this was the limit of our conversation.

Ultimately, power was the only answer.

“Maybe so. But you went too far. You made an enemy of me. That alone is enough reason for you to die.”

I lifted him by the neck.

“Guh…! Y-you’ll regret this! Ranecki will hunt you down and kill you in the most brutal way…!”

I didn’t know what Ranecki would do next, but once I decided on something, I would see it through.

“Whatever comes, I’ll just crush it head-on.”

*Squish. *

With that, only one survivor remained.

I threw the coral-haired man’s head to him.

“Take this to your superiors. Not just your embassy rats, but to Count Ranecki himself. Tell him that if he meddles in Ortenos any further, **Shalka d’Ortenos** will slaughter every last one of his lackeys.”

“Y-yes, sir!”

Half a threat, half a declaration of war.

It was better to draw their focus to me alone rather than the entire Ortenos family.

The last survivor nodded fearfully and fled for his life.