I Already Know My Magic Power Is Ridiculously High! Now I Just Need a Cute Wife... - Episode 82

When I think about it, I have never had a serious argument with my father before.

Since I had never stepped onto the main stage, I always thought of things as someone else’s problem.

But once I stepped forward, I realized how much I had been living in a comfortable and easy world.

I feel embarrassed now, thinking about how I just sat around, waiting for a wife to come to me.

“Very well. Speak.”

My father said, looking a little amused.

“The problem with Ranecki is something that we, the Ortenos, must solve on our own. Your approach makes us look weak, Father.”

“But that is not realistic. You should understand that after dealing with the Judiciary. The Seal of True Binding is powerful. If it were a Satellite-class seal, it might be possible, but a Star-class seal is on a completely different level. Even my father gave up trying to break through it head-on.”

“Grandfather did?”

That was news to me.

“Yes. Didn’t you find it strange that your grandfather has always stayed in the frontier?”

“…Now that you mention it, it is strange.”

“Your grandfather once challenged Ranecki alone and was defeated. Even he couldn’t stand against multiple Star-class seals. Since then, he has been restricted from entering Ortenatris and other cities, forced to remain in the frontier.”

“I had no idea that happened.”

I see. That is a serious concern.

It makes sense why my father is hesitant.

“That is why, even if we seem weak, we have no choice but to attack from the outside. First, after the truce, Ortenos plans to ally with Dalbony.”

Dalbony’s territory is west of Ranecki’s land, and they are bitter enemies.

Before my first battle, Dinoren from the Dalbony family was in Ortenatris. Perhaps my father invited him.

“You plan to make Dalbony fight against Ranecki?”

“That would be ideal, but even showing that Ortenos is siding with Dalbony is enough to keep Ranecki in check. However, recovering our legitimacy will require an extra step.”

Dalbony and Ranecki have a long history of conflict, with many unresolved grudges.

Knowing my father, who excels in strategy, he surely has the cards needed to ignite that conflict.

I almost find myself agreeing with him—but that would be meaningless.

“Your approach relies too much on other families’ movements, Father. If we do this, another house will simply take Ranecki’s place. In the end, it lacks a decisive blow.”

“I intend to minimize that risk. The safest and most practical way is to bring down Ranecki through external pressure.”

“Your method is certainly practical, but it does not solve the root problem.”

I have already decided to push my own plan, but if I want to make an impression, I need to stand my ground in this argument.

To make an impact, I must completely reject his idea.

“Hahaha, you’ve become quite bold. Very well, tell me your plan, Shalka.”

My father was not angry. Instead, he looked at me with deep interest.

He was not looking at me as a father but as the Marquis of Ortenos, assessing my worth.

“Right now, Ortenos’ position within the empire is very fragile. We are mocked as Ranecki’s puppets. If we continue to appear weak, we face a grim future. If a large-scale war breaks out in the north or south, we will be forced to participate and used until we are no longer needed.”

I began by explaining Ortenos’ current situation.

Criticizing my father’s stance as weak pains me, but I cannot ignore public opinion.

Negative feelings, if left unchecked, can become a serious problem.

Like a disease, they will slowly strangle Ortenos.

“Hmm, and?”

“Ortenos must become a truly independent noble house. To do that, we must demonstrate overwhelming power—power that is not controlled or influenced by anyone.”

“Easier said than done. How do you plan to achieve that?”

I took a slow, deep breath.

“I, Shalka, will crush the Ranecki family alone and reclaim our legitimacy.”

I declared my determination, but I knew my father would object.

“I already explained how difficult that would be.”

I had already reached my conclusion, but I suddenly remembered something I wanted to ask my father.

Since this was a rare opportunity, I decided to bring up my theory.

“Yes… But, on another topic, did Grandfather ever defeat a magical beast in the past?”

“…Why do you ask?”

“I heard it from Barbato. He also told me that Grandfather was a Demon Slayer.”

“I see… It may be time to tell you the truth.”

My father knew about the Demon Slayers.

He had not told me before because nobles who learned about them often became reckless, eager to slay magical beasts.

Normally, it was knowledge passed down after reaching adulthood.

Magical beasts are nearly impossible to defeat alone, so I had no desire to fight one.

“Six years ago, what you told me was completely different from the legends of the Demon Slayers. If true, it could change everything we know about magical beast disasters.”

The legend of the Demon Slayers states that those who defeat magical beasts gain immense magical power.

“Yes, I researched records of magical beast disasters. Most accounts describe the destruction caused by the beasts, but there are no details about how they were defeated. Additionally, the origin of magical beasts is vague. If there are no records of their birth, then what I encountered six years ago was likely a magical beast before its full birth.”

“That makes sense. It was likely a ‘pre-born magical beast.'”

My father and I concluded that the entity I encountered six years ago was a magical beast.

The prophecy’s failure might have been because I unknowingly stopped a magical beast before it fully emerged.

If that is true, an interesting theory arises.

“Father, magical beasts release magic as they exist, correct?”

“Yes. Even magical beasts will eventually die if they run out of magic.”

Magical beasts spread magic as they move, creating destruction.

The one I encountered would have unleashed an enormous amount of magic upon landing.

“Then, if I defeated a magical beast before it consumed its magic… where did that magic go?”

“Where, indeed…? Wait… could it be?”

My magic power far surpasses even my grandfather’s, despite us both being Demon Slayers.

If a defeated magical beast’s remaining magic transfers to the victor, it explains everything.

“It’s just a theory, but I think it’s quite plausible.”

“I see… So that’s why you believe you can defeat Ranecki.”

“Yes.”

It was an absurd idea, but my father accepted it.

“…It seems Geraldo’s words were true.”

“Excuse me?”

“He said you had begun walking the path of conquest. With your magic and courage, it feels like destiny. So, Shalka, what do you truly desire?”

My father asked solemnly.

Did I impress him too much?

“Father, I desire only one thing—please let me marry Elmia.”

I bowed deeply.