I Already Know That My Magic Power Is Ridiculously High! Now I Just Need To Get A Lovely Bride - Chapter 15

Neftis looked south and wondered, “What happened to the 10,000 soldiers we left behind as a decoy unit?”
Facing us was the Ortenos army of 5,000 men led by a foolish eldest son, who was barely twelve years old.
They were probably still scared and had not yet started fighting, or they could only withstand a half-hearted charge by a Hoshistera-class unit.

“There is no time to waste! Get the officers back into fighting shape! Wake up only those stardust troops who are completely intact! If some cannot move, just leave them be! How many horses do we have…?! Two hundred? That is not enough! Increase our numbers!”

Neftis worked alone, reorganizing the unit.
The reorganization was taking longer than expected because he had trouble countering the mysterious numbness caused by the enemy’s “Intimidation.”

“Damn it! Someone out there is doing some stupid trick!”

Balbat, who had disappeared for a while, returned.

“Your Highness! Where did you go?”
“Huh? Of course I was looking for some hidden Hoshistera-class warrior of Ortenos!”
“Wha—! That is dangerous! Please, do not act alone!”

Neftis sighed at Balbat’s lack of caution.

“Hmph, the enemy probably timed their approach to the intervals of my detection, closing in quickly, then launching their full ‘Intimidation’ and leaving immediately.”
“But can ‘Intimidation’ really cancel out ‘Maten’?”
“No, with Ortenos we are different. They must have found a dirty way to cancel ‘Maten.’ I don’t know whose doing it is, but I will find out and beat them to death!”

Balbat desperately tried to fit the situation into what he could understand.
From his point of view, he was sure that a Hoshistera-class warrior of Ortenos was nearby.
Since Shalka, who remained on the hill, was naturally not one of the candidates, Balbat kept chasing after the invisible enemy.

“Your Highness, the time we set is almost here. What will you do?”
“I will use ‘Maten’ immediately and head for Lonshant Fortress! Get everything ready quickly…”
“Messenger, messenger!”

As Balbat ordered Neftis to lead the formation, a ragged officer ran in with a worried expression.

“…What is the matter?”

Balbat, annoyed at being interrupted, asked gruffly.

“Uh, from here to the south, the 10,000 Naiya troops under Knight Jeranard, who were held in reserve as a block against the Ortenos army, have been completely wiped out!”
“Wiped out?! No way! You—what the hell happened?!”

Balbat grabbed the officer by the collar and shouted.

“Our 500 cavalry of Ortenos raced down the hill all at once, and with a speed like a vengeful spirit, they trampled our 10,000 soldiers to pieces!”
“500 cavalry?! No way! That is insane! How can that even happen?!”

Balbat could not grasp the surreal report.
He waited for the officer to continue, desperate to understand what was going on.

“Our knights, faced with that breakthrough power, were unable to defend and were picked off one by one from the front, and the citizen soldiers scattered and fled!”
“Ridiculous! Huh?! Where are those cavalry now?!”

Realizing that an abnormal situation had occurred, Balbat shivered as he imagined where such a powerful cavalry force would strike next.

“The 500 cavalry of Ortenos are now advancing toward our army at an unbelievable speed.”
“!”

Balbat looked into the distance at the southern sky, where red magical energy was rising, and cold sweat broke out on his face.

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Some time earlier, at the foot of the hill near Pekion Village, I had named this plan the “Appointment Operation.”
Instead of immediately dealing with the 10,000 Naiya troops that were holding back the enemy decoy unit, we planned to use 500 cavalry to drive them away from the hill, and then finally deal with Balbat.
Now, the first phase of the operation was almost complete.

“Alright!”
“Stop it, you monster!… Oof!”

From atop my horse, I swung a pipe nearly twice my own height and bludgeoned the last of the enemy satellite Satera-class soldiers.
I struck the enemy’s head until it exploded in a bloody splatter, swung the pipe to wipe off the blood, and repeated this task several times.
The remaining citizen soldiers scattered and fled.

Objectively, watching a twelve-year-old boy dispatch a satellite Satera-class enemy as easily as cracking a coconut is beyond words; even as a boy, being a noble in this world means you are feared.

“Phew… Truly, a cavalry charge is something incredible!”

Wiping the sweat from my forehead with a freshness that reminded me of a break during farm work, I spoke to Getrard.
With the annihilation of the main 10,000 satellite Satera-class troops on the hill complete, I temporarily canceled the “Maten” that had been applied to the officers.

“Ugh!… Hah… Hah… No, it is simply that the boost from Lord Minashiro’s ‘Maten’ is off the charts.”

When the “Maten” was canceled, Getrard’s face briefly looked as if the flesh on it had sagged from the powerful G-force of a roller coaster ride.

“Hey, are you really alright, Getrard? Would it not be better to lower the output of the ‘Maten’ a little?”
“Hah, hah… No, it’s fine. This level of enhancement is new to everyone, so the fatigue is heavy. We must get used to it this way.”

Looking back, perhaps because of the recoil from the “Maten,” the officers, gasping for breath, dismounted their horses and lay spread out on the ground.
The sight of those who had been laughing boisterously moments before, now slumped and staring fixedly at one spot on the ground, was much like a group of college freshmen who had partied too hard at a welcome party.