I Already Know My Magic Power Is Ridiculously High! Now I Just Need a Cute Wife... - Episode 93

**Zakrian Empire Calendar, Year 152 – August 25**

**Marquisate of Rocham**

The capital city, Bagram.

**Rocham Plateau**

Also known as the Northern Lands, this plateau is covered in thick snow during winter.

In spring, a few flowers begin to bloom, and in the warmest season, summer, delicate blue brunigera flowers blossom.

—All things with form will eventually crumble.

That is the law of the plateau.

Life in the highlands is harsh for the Stardust people, and surviving from autumn through winter is a major challenge.

If the commoners disappear, the nobles will struggle.

But if the nobles do nothing, the commoners will die.

Because of this reality, the relationship between commoners and nobles in this land is different from other noble territories.

Just past noon.

A boy and a girl ran through a field of flowers under the warm sunlight.

Their elegant clothing, far too refined for commoners, made it clear that they were nobles.

“Hurry up, Lokina!”

“Wait for me, Veet!”

The boy, Veet, ran ahead, while the girl, Lokina, followed behind, her small steps quick but struggling to keep up.

Lokina La Rocham.

A beautiful girl with light blue hair and skin as pale as freshly fallen snow.

She wore an unusual dress for a noblewoman—one with a long skirt.

As she walked, blue petals fluttered in the air, making her seem like a fairy.

Veet, watching his childhood friend grow more beautiful by the day, felt his face flush.

“It’s been a while since we last came to the ‘Azure Hill’ together like this,” Lokina said softly. “You were the one who told me the view of the town from here was beautiful, remember?”

“…I don’t remember.”

Veet answered Lokina’s sweet question with a curt response.

“The weather is really nice today. The wind feels good, and the brunigera flowers are so pretty.”

“…Hmph.”

“…You know, Veet, you should be a little more considerate of me.”

“…It’s fine as it is.”

Veet turned away, trying to hide his embarrassment.

His awkwardness made him seem unfriendly, and Lokina pursed her lips in frustration.

“I turned down the engagement with Ortenos for you, you know?”

“Be quiet… I know that.”

A thin layer of clouds started to drift across the sun.

The light filtering through the gaps illuminated the Azure Hill in patches.

“I chose you over some weak, shady nobleman I’ve never met because I trust you more.”

“…I-Is that so?”

“…Hey, when you said, ‘Choose me over him,’ what did you mean? Was that just… something you said without thinking?”

Lokina looked at Veet, her eyes full of uncertainty.

“H-Huh?”

Veet just couldn’t be honest with her.

Young noblemen, before they come of age, often hide their feelings for the ladies they care about.

Unlike some noble boys who would do anything to claim their ideal bride, Veet was far more reserved.

“Ugh… this is frustrating,” Lokina sighed, her expression sour.

“…!”

She sat down cross-legged under a large tree on the hilltop, clearly annoyed.

Veet, seeing her like that, made a grimace.

“…I’m sorry.”

After struggling with his emotions, his desire not to upset Lokina won over his pride.

He sat down beside her and apologized.

“Hehe… It’s fine. You’ve always been clumsy like this, Veet.”

Lokina decided to forgive him since he had actually managed to say sorry.

Seeing her gentle smile, Veet felt his chest tighten.

Stopping Lokina’s engagement to Ortenos had been his selfishness.

When he learned she might suddenly disappear from his life, the sense of loss had been unbearable.

“If only Father hadn’t tried to offer you up, none of this would have happened.”

“I’m sorry… It’s my fault for making things complicated.”

“No, that’s not it. I was happy you turned it down.”

“I don’t know… People outside our land seem scary. I just feel safer with you. That’s why I chose you, and I have no regrets.”

Despite her usually timid nature, when she made a decision, she stuck to it.

Veet, who had always been indecisive, admired that about her.

“I-I feel the same way!”

“Wah!”

Veet suddenly leaned toward Lokina in a burst of emotion.

Startled, Lokina fell backward onto the grass.

She now lay on the field, looking up at him.

“…Gulp.”

Veet swallowed hard at the sight before him.

Her delicate face, her soft lips painted a light red.

Though her dress concealed her figure, she had the curves of a girl beyond her thirteen years.

“…Veet?”

“…Lokina.”

Before he knew it, he was leaning over her.

He was drawn to her lips, unable to look away.

Lokina closed her eyes, preparing herself.

—Just as their lips were about to touch…

“Hey, you two! The meeting is about to start!”

A voice called out from the base of the hill.

The two of them, startled, scrambled to their feet.

“Oops, did I interrupt something?”

Standing there, grinning, was a girl with the same blue hair as Lokina, though slightly taller.

Her name was Velokia La Rocham.

The second daughter of the Rocham branch family, and one of the people who supported Lokina and Veet’s relationship.

**Bagram Castle**

In the conference room, several high-ranking nobles gathered under the glow of magic lamps.

“So, Turbin, what’s the situation with Ortenos?”

“They turned us away at the gates….”

A large, middle-aged nobleman, built like a rugby player, addressed a stern-looking knight named Turbin.

The nobleman was the Marquis of Rocham.

Turbin, the eldest son of the Gadereta family, was a key knight mainly responsible for diplomacy.

“…Why?”

“They were displeased with how we conducted ourselves last time in Bangwall. Since the ceasefire talks, we haven’t even been allowed to enter the city.”

“To refuse entry over something so trivial? Shalka is quite petty, isn’t he?”

The Marquis frowned.

In truth, Shalka had barred them from entering purely out of irritation—though he had justified it to his men as a show of strength.

“What about Ortenatris?”

“I managed to meet Lord Rednark, but things don’t look promising. It seems they may have already decided on another match for the Ortenos heir.”

Turbin had been working to arrange a marriage alliance with Shalka on the Marquis’s orders.

However, their past decision to break off a previous engagement with Ortenos had left them with a terrible reputation.

“So we’ve been outmaneuvered. We need Ortenos’s cooperation to strengthen the Northern Alliance… Lokina! Because you sent that rejection letter on your own, the engagement with Shalka is off! And now I hear he’s a demon-slaying sorcerer?!”

“…!”

“Father, don’t blame Lokina…”

The Marquis’s imposing presence made Lokina shrink in fear.

As a warrior noble, his aura was overwhelming.

Veet tried to defend her, but he couldn’t bring himself to take responsibility for her actions.

And so, the struggle for power in the Northern Alliance continued…