I Already Know My Magic Power Is Ridiculously High! Now I Just Need a Cute Wife... - Episode 8

Someone said, “People are born by the stars and perish by the stars.”

Once, humans, who possessed no special powers and merely existed in countless numbers, were nothing more than “stardust” drifting through the universe.

However, even the “stardust” that merely crawls on the ground can take shape when gathered together. Just as a village is formed when people come together, a powerful being emerged from the “stardust.” They named it “Satellite Satera.”

How could it be that it was still so boring? A star fell to the land of Atla. Finally, even “Satellite Satera” was drawn in, succumbing to the immense gravitational pull of this entity that had appeared on the land of Atla.

Possessing powers beyond those of humans and existing like a twinkling star in the night sky, people called it “Star Stella.”

Did people gain power because the stars fell, or do the stars gain power from people?

When the stars collide…

“I have captured one Star Stella-class.”

The 152nd year of the Zakrian Empire, July 10

Our Ortenos territory, located in the extreme east of the Zakrian Empire, shares borders with many countries. To the north is the Zethia Khanate, to the east is the Naia Kingdom, and to the southeast is the Azarash City-State.

On this day, under my father’s orders, I left the capital of the Ortenos territory, Ortenatris, and set up camp on a small hill near Pekion Village, closest to the border with the Naia Kingdom.

The content of the order was the subjugation of two thousand Naia troops stationed near Pekion Village.

According to the pre-battle evaluations, we were confidently marching, thinking we could easily crush the enemy, but then a problem arose.

Suddenly, a large army from the Kingdom of Naia appeared from the east.

I immediately ordered a retreat and fled to the hills we were currently in like a bat out of hell.

We, being the minority, are currently staring down Naia’s large army from a high vantage point.

Then, a woman officer with a blank expression ran up to me and reported the unacceptable content I had just overheard.

“One person from the Stella-class…? Is there anyone else?”

I desperately try to hide the anxiety bubbling up from the depths of my body and ask the expressionless female officer.

“No, I can’t find it. The Stella-class is just one, the second child of Karina, who is of the bloodline of the infamous Naia fox, Barbato von Naia.”

I see, the second prince of the Naia Kingdom, huh? A surprisingly big player has shown up.

Since my detection magic yields the same results, there is no mistake in the report.

However, I can’t help but feel that the timing is just a bit too perfect.

“Explain the situation.”

I was unsettled by the appearance of the Stella-class starship, but I urged the expressionless female officer to continue the conversation.

“Hah, against our 5,000 Ortenos troops, the enemy Naia army has 20,000, including one Star Stella-class ship. It seems the Naia army began marching from Bangwall Fortress this morning and is heading this way. If we are surrounded like this, a clash is inevitable.”

Seriously, this is completely different from what Dad said.

It was supposed to be just the extermination of the mixed force of about two thousand Satellite Satera and Stardust Dust that had invaded our territory, so why has it increased to twenty thousand, and even to Star Stella class?

“Up until now, the existence of the Stella-class starships shouldn’t have been confirmed, right?”

“We are also quite perplexed by the sudden changes in the situation, and as of yesterday, the reconnaissance unit reported that no Stella-class ships were confirmed at Bangwall Fortress.”

So, when did Barbato arrive at Bangwall Fortress?

I can’t help but think that they just happened to enter Bangwall Fort right when I arrived here.

(Is this a coincidence? …No, it’s possible that our movements were leaked.)

However, I feel that making statements based on strange assumptions is not a good idea.

Right now, I have to think about how to deal with the army in front of me, which includes a single Stella-class starship.

By the way, I wonder if Grandpa at the northern fortress is okay.

In this situation where we keep falling behind, I have a bit of a bad feeling.

How is your grandfather doing?

“Hah, it seems the War God is at the Ronshanto Fortress, about 150 kel north-west from here, facing a mixed force of 30,000, including three Star Stella-class units from the Naia Army and the Hoshiros Marquis Army. We have about 3,000 allies, but reinforcements are not needed.”

Grandfather is called the “War God of Ortenos” and is feared both inside and outside the empire.

Even in overwhelming disadvantage, he wields a massive halberd and achieves extraordinary feats in battle, making him strong not only as a commander but also as an individual.

In a situation where I’m surrounded by three Stella-class stars, I don’t have the luxury to worry about this.

“Is Grandpa really okay?”

“Yes, if it comes to that, we can cross the Ortenos River behind Ronshant Fortress and escape into the Nevrim territory, so it should be fine.”

I see, if you’ve thought that far, then it’s fine, but it does seem a bit optimistic considering we’re surrounded by three Stella-class ships…

“Understood. To take on three Stella-class ships, as expected of you, Grandfather. As long as you are here, the Ronshanto Fortress will not fall.”

There are some concerns, but it’s better to stay in sync rather than cause unnecessary worry.

Well, I should probably decide how to proceed with my life from now on.

(Should we kill Barbato, or should we run away?)

Since the situation has turned out to be completely different from what my father had informed me beforehand, I can think of countless reasons to escape.

However, that would not be acceptable for the Ortenos family.

On the other hand, if we kill Barbatos, problems will arise as well.

Because there is a possibility that the issue of the Marquess of Ortenos’ succession will reignite.

There isn’t much time to think.

I calculate in my mind which choice would be within the realm of compromise for both Ortenos and me.

About ten seconds had passed when I let out a strong, short breath.

(Alright, I’ve decided)

Suddenly, I took an imperial gold coin out of my pocket and flicked it high into the air with my thumb.

Instead of stopping the falling gold coin with the back of his hand, he simply catches it with his right hand.

This performance doesn’t have much significance.

However, when I have to make a somewhat big decision, I do this.

Well, it’s like a kind of prayer.

(Barbato has no choice but to kill here and now.)

The rumors of fleeing from the Naia Kingdom army cause far more damage than the outbreak of succession issues.

The former is something I can easily dodge, but the latter will definitely have lasting consequences.

By the way, the question of whether I can kill Barbatos or not is not even worth discussing.

Such things are self-evident to me.