I Already Know My Magic Power Is Ridiculously High! Now I Just Need a Cute Wife... - Episode 88

“Shalka, I’ll take care of the Hoshiros. Stay out of this.”

Without any warning, my grandfather appeared right beside me.

It was as if he had suddenly emerged from another dimension.

With the look of a predator that had found its prey, my grandfather spoke.

“Understood.”

Having him here was honestly reassuring.

“I have no interest in the others. I’ll leave them to you.”

By entrusting this battle to me, he must already know about my strength.

Maybe my father had shared that information with him.

“Sigh… Thanks, I guess? But be careful. They seem to be up to something…”

(…He’s already gone.)

How impatient can he be?

The sound of clashing swords and explosions began almost immediately.

(Grandfather should be fine.)

But being separated from Father and Roa isn’t ideal.

In a chaotic battle like this, spells would be flying everywhere, and the risk of ambushes would be high.

(Roa, stay.)

I signaled Loa to hold his position.

He nodded with a tense expression.

That should ensure he stays with Father.

Now, I just need to draw all the attention to myself.

“Proceed as planned. Go.”
“Yes, sir!”

One of the three Stellar-class fighters, a man named Leoriel, ordered the black-clad Stellar-class warrior forward.

I wondered what they meant by “as planned”—then I saw the black-clad one heading toward Roa and the others.

(Tch, they split up. I was hoping to take them all out together.)

Now, in front of me, stood two Stellar-class warriors.

The lanky, orange-haired man named Leoriel and the dark purple-haired man called Corvus.

“You guys are heroes, aren’t you?”

“…Huh?”

I addressed the orange-haired man, Leoriel.

His reaction was like that of a delinquent punk.

“Only reckless fools like heroes would attempt an attack on a gathering of national leaders.”

“Shut up… Shalka de Ortenos. Was it you who killed Aquila and Lynx?”

Ignoring my question, Leoriel threw one back at me.

And those names… I had heard them before.

Just by asking, he had practically admitted they were heroes of the Union.

(How careless… He reeks of a fake elite.)

For now, I decided to play dumb.

“No idea. Never heard of them.”

“Don’t play dumb! We have proof it was you. And there are suspicions that you’re a Forbidden Mage. Is that true?”

So, the Heroic Union and Hoshiros are definitely connected.

(That means Albert might be involved too.)

Luna, on the other hand, doesn’t seem to have any ties.

As for Nicholas… I should stay cautious.

“I don’t know anything. If you’re heroes, I’ve been ordered to cut you down. Let’s get this over with.”

“Tch, you’re a damn irritating brat… I hate being looked down on by anyone younger than me!”

Leoriel spat out his words, scratching his head in frustration.

“Calm down, Leoriel. Remember our priorities.”
“…Yeah, you’re right, Corvus. This is your job. Get it done.”

The dark purple-haired man, Corvus, reminded Leoriel of their objective.

Was he the strategist of the group?

“Heh heh heh, understood.”

Corvus began gathering magic.

I braced myself for an attack, but the flow of mana was… odd.

The magic seemed to be moving through the air around him.

“Ahhh!”

Suddenly, a girl screamed.

I turned and saw Luna being lifted into the air by an invisible force, as if she were bound by something unseen.

“W-What is this…?! I-I can’t move!”

Her clothing began to tear, pieces of fabric fluttering to the ground, leaving her in an exposed state.

From below, her red miniskirt had ridden up, revealing high-quality white undergarments.

Small cuts appeared on Luna’s Stellar-class body, and bl00d began to seep out.

(Cuts… Could it be a Star Relic?)

In that brief moment of hesitation, the answer clicked in my mind.

But before I could act, Nicholas moved.

“You bastard! Let Luna go!”

Enraged, Nicholas’s hair gleamed emerald green—just like when he fought Barbato.

Wind magic surged forth from him.

Though not as refined as Barbato’s, the attack packed enough power to deal serious damage.

It tore up the ground as it surged toward Corvus—

But just before impact, it dispersed against an unseen barrier.

“What?! My wind magic didn’t work?!”

“Nicholas, his Star Relic is probably ‘Threads.’ He’s using ‘Hardening’ and ‘Invisibility’ to suspend people in midair and create invisible barriers.”

I explained my theory to Nicholas.

At this point, I doubted he was still siding with the Union.

“Correct! I am Corvus, ranked eighth among the Union’s Thirteen Stellar Warriors—‘Thousand Thread Executioner.’ I have slain countless nobles with these threads, and by killing you all, we will rise in rank!”

As I expected.

Threads—an unusual choice of weapon.

The Union’s warriors all seem to have these unique skills, like Aquila.

(Threads, huh… I kind of want them.)

“Threads, you say?! Then I’ll just take you down in close combat!”

Nicholas charged in, body infused with enhancement magic.

…Why would he think that’s a good idea?

His magic failed, so now he’s relying on brute force?

Maybe his rage is clouding his judgment.

Before he could reach Corvus, Leoriel blocked his path.

“I don’t have time for you! Move!”

Nicholas unleashed a flurry of wind magic.

Leoriel drew the longsword at his waist and, with a single slash, cut through the wind spells—

And slashed Nicholas across the chest.

“Gah!”

Nicholas collapsed, bl00d gushing from his wound.

This was bad—that was a fatal strike.

“Brother!”

Luna’s anguished scream echoed through the air.

“I am Leoriel, ranked seventh among the Union’s Thirteen Stellar Warriors—‘Sword Saint.’ Pathetic nobles like you, who’ve never faced true hardship, cannot hope to stand against my blade.”

Leoriel flicked the bl00d off his sword with a cold smirk.

“Ugh… Brother…”

Luna, still suspended in midair, sobbed.

Unlike Barbato, Nicholas had been a good brother to her.

“For our plan to succeed, Princess Luna of Nia must die here.”

Corvus extended his right hand, moving his fingers.

(So Luna is the target. Well, I won’t let that happen.)

I formed my fingers into the shape of a gun and fired an “Intimidation Bullet” at Corvus.

His mana wavered, and the threads lost their strength.

“Wh-What?! My mana pathways have been severed?!”

Corvus was completely shaken.

I caught the falling Luna in a princess carry and immediately cast a healing spell.

“A-Ahh…!”

Luna let out a soft gasp.

The warmth of her bare thigh pressed against my hand.

(What is this texture…?)

It wasn’t fat, but full of youthful energy and vitality.

(…Wait, focus! This is a battlefield!)

I shook off my thoughts and gently set Luna down.

“Shalka… My brother… my brother…!”

Luna was hysterical.

“Luna, I promise I’ll save him. Just wait for me.”

“Shalka… please… please save him…”

Now I couldn’t let Nicholas die.

I had to show her she could rely on me.

“Impossible… Impossible! A mere noble interfering with my mana…!”

Corvus clawed at his dark purple hair, his eyes vacant with shock.

He was like Aquila—too reliant on his one trick.

(Threads, huh… That gives me an idea.)

“…Let’s try this out.”

I grabbed the threads Corvus had controlled and used “Puppet Magic.”

The threads wriggled freely under my command.

“W-What?!”

Corvus was dumbfounded.

Losing control of his prized ability must have been devastating.

“Looks like I’ve got myself a Star Relic.”

Using his own magic against him, I bound Corvus in his own threads—

“Stop! Stop it!”

And crushed him.

His agonized screams echoed through the battlefield.

“One down.”

I turned my gaze toward Leoriel.

He was still smirking.