I Already Know My Magic Power Is Ridiculously High! Now I Just Need a Cute Wife... - Episode 87

Father was the first to react to Grandfather’s arrival.

**”Father, as the Marquis of Ortenos, I have decided on the ceasefire. Please do not interfere.”**

Father glared sharply at Grandfather.

He seemed a bit angry.

**”Rednark, this is also a warning for you. Do not go easy on Naia.”**

**”I am not being lenient, Father. This is a matter of order. For now, could you stay quiet?”**

**”Hah, haha… You’ve really learned to speak up, haven’t you?”**

Father spoke to Grandfather in a strict tone.

He had likely anticipated this situation before the meeting even started.

After all, Father had pushed through the ceasefire despite opposition.

There was no time to deal with Grandfather now.

**”Urgore, you dare show your face before us?”**

**”Hey there, Marquis Hoshiros. We last met on the battlefield, didn’t we? How have you been?”**

This time, Galtano frowned and spoke to Grandfather.

Grandfather casually greeted Galtano, the man he had fought to the death just recently.

**”…Why are you here?”**

**”Can’t I just chat? How boring. I brought you all a little gift.”**

He carelessly tossed a tattered sack onto the table.

The sack was stained with dark, dried bl00d.

**”Go ahead, open it.”**

Grandfather gestured for Galtano to open it.

I had a bad feeling and braced myself for what was coming next.

Without changing his expression, Galtano reached into the sack.

Inside was—the severed head of an old man.

Grandfather grinned wickedly as he watched.

(*Oh no…*)

**”The former Marquis…!”**

**”……”**

A painful cry escaped from David’s lips.

Galtano remained eerily silent, his face like a mask.

**”One of the usurpers—former Marquis Hoshiros, Dalmenus. Do you like my gift?”**

Dalmenus de Hoshiros.

A man who had aided the throne usurpation over sixty years ago and participated in Grandfather’s recent campaign.

After I defeated Barbato, Grandfather’s advance had become unstoppable, and Dalmenus was left behind to cover the retreat.

As a result, Grandfather killed him.

**”You… You bastard!”**

David trembled with rage.

Compared to his father, he still lacked emotional control.

**”The great criminals from that time are almost all gone. And you, who inherit Dalmenus’ will, will soon join them in the afterlife. …But that’s not the point of this meeting, is it? What will you do, Hoshiros? Will you still insist on a ceasefire?”**

Grandfather smirked.

His words were clearly meant to corner Hoshiros and cut off his retreat.

**”I will never forgive this humiliation!”**

David roared, and magic power surged around him.

**”Hah, that’s more like it…”**

Grandfather also began gathering magic.

(*Here we go again…*)

Grandfather’s goal was to ruin the ceasefire negotiations.

He would use David’s outburst as an excuse to reignite the war.

I felt hopeless—what had all our efforts been for?

But now that things had come to this, I had no choice.

I switched my mindset toward stopping the chaos.

(*…At the very least, I have to find a way to save Luna.*)

Just as I thought that, someone leaped into the line of fire.

**”—Please, stop this!”**

Luna stepped between David and Grandfather.

(*Wait, what are you doing?!*)

I clutched my head in frustration.

There was no way Grandfather would show mercy to Luna.

Luna found herself moving before she could think.

If a battle broke out here, it would spark a war between Naia and Ortenos immediately.

That would be worse than doing nothing at all.

**”That blonde hair and emerald eyes… You must be the princess of Naia.”**

**”I am Luna von Naia. I assume you are Lord Urgore? This is a ceasefire negotiation. Please, lower your weapons.”**

**”Hmm… Do you realize you carry the bl00d of a great criminal?”**

Luna faltered under Urgore’s cold, golden gaze.

**”…I do not take pride in what Naia did to Ortenos in the past. I understand why you hate my family. But we must end this war.”**

**”Everything about you disgusts me. The fact that you even speak of peace after taking so many of my comrades’ lives makes me sick. If I think about what you did to my mother, even killing you a hundred times wouldn’t be enough.”**

Luna had never directly felt the hatred of Urgore’s generation before.

No matter how much she spoke, she knew he would never understand.

She realized it then—the darkness Urgore carried, inherited from Princess Illumina of Ortenos, was far deeper than she had imagined.

**”…I know it’s selfish to ask. But please… I don’t want to lose my family anymore.”**

All she could do was beg.

But of course, her words would never reach him.

**”…I see. Then, die.”**

Urgore unleashed an immense Meteor Ray.

**”Lunaaaa!”**

Her brother Nicholas’ scream echoed.

But it was too late.

A massive beam of burning magic filled her vision.

Pure killing intent.

Luna accepted her fate.

But the light never reached her.

A shadow appeared before her, blocking the attack.

**”What are you doing?”**

Between Luna and Urgor stood a black-haired boy.

Urgore addressed him.

**”—Shalka.”**

Seeing his back, Luna felt her chest tighten painfully.

His left arm was charred black.

He had sacrificed his arm.

**”Lord Shalka… why…?”**

Luna questioned him.

Shalka turned to her with a small smile, saying nothing.

Seeing that, Luna felt her heart clench again.

**”Grandfather, this is a ceasefire negotiation—please, respect my decision and stand down.”**

Shalka spoke to Urgore.

He looked like a hero facing a great enemy.

Why was her body so warm?

Why did she feel this way?

**”Shalka, you also want a ceasefire?”**

**”Yes.”**

**”Tsk… If you’re just following Rednark, forget it. You’d be smarter to follow me instead.”**

**”No, this is my own decision. Please.”**

Urgore sighed as he looked at Shalka’s unwavering determination.

He understood there was no point in continuing this.

**”Hah… Half of this is thanks to you. Fine, I’ll let it go this time for Shalka’s sake.”**

Urgore turned away and reluctantly sat in his chair.

Luna was confused.

Wasn’t Shalka against the ceasefire?

But he had protected her with his own body and spoken up for peace.

That was enough for Luna.

The fire inside her, which had almost died out, blazed brighter than ever.

She felt something heavy lift from her shoulders.

She felt like she had become someone new.

The fire melted away the long-frozen snow in her heart.