Most of the military officers affected by my Magical Power lost their sense of balance and stood there dumbfounded.
They were probably surprised to actually experience the phenomenon of Magical Power acting on objects and causing them to resonate.
I haven’t experienced it myself, but it seems like being forced to listen to the sound of nails scratching a blackboard at high volume.
It’s a dangerous power that, if overdone, could instill terror and even break someone’s mind.
If I were to refine the Magical Power a little more carefully, I could give them a pleasant relaxation effect, like receiving an esthetic treatment while listening to a piano performance, but there’s no point in relaxing the military officers now, so I won’t do that.
“O-o-oh, as expected of you, Minashiro-sama! To have hidden such Magical Power! This Getrude is deeply impressed!”
Getrude was the only one in the tent who didn’t collapse, enduring while his knees trembled.
By the way, it seems that Minashiro-sama, as everyone calls me, is a second-person pronoun for royalty. It’s a remnant of when I was royalty, and it seems to be a warning.
“Getrude, don’t push yourself too hard. It’ll affect your body.”
Well, I’m the one who weakened your legs, though.
“No, this is just a warrior’s tremor! Ei!”
Getrude shouted and struck his thigh with his fist, stopping the trembling in his legs.
“……”
“As you can see, don’t underestimate this old soldier.”
What is that?
Why can he cure it with one strike of “Ei!” when all the other military officers are still unable to stand?
…Perhaps experience does matter on the battlefield after all.
“I-is that so? As expected of Getrude. My Magical Power is like this, but do you think I can beat Barbat?”
“That’s absurd. This Getrude has never seen such Magical Power, before or since Minashiro-sama.”
I asked Getrude with a slightly strained expression, and Getrude answered with the corners of his mouth raised, as if he couldn’t suppress his laughter.
“Is that so? Then what should we do, Getrude?”
This time, I asked Getrude again with a relaxed smile.
I felt that if I could get Getrude on board, the other military officers would be fine.
“Of course, we should crush those hateful Prince of Naia (trash) with our own hands!”
Satisfied with Getrude’s answer, I nodded grandly.
Then, Getrude suddenly raised his voice like a beast awakened to sexuality in his old age, “Uoooo!”
Is this how terrifying a person who takes unexpected actions appears? I was unconsciously kneading a gold coin in my right hand.
“What are you guys dawdling about! To be so pathetic in the face of our Ortenos’s arch-enemy, Naia! Stand up, stand up you lot!”
Getrude shouted, slapping each of the military officers on the buttocks, forcibly awakening them.
“Hah…! Uoooo! What power, this is Minashiro-sama’s Magical Power!”
“Oh, amazing… My body, all the muscles in my body seem to be rejoicing.”
“I’m trembling with emotion right now! I want to tell someone about this emotion!”
For a moment, I wondered what was going on, but this is that, a Satella-Class thing.
When Satella-Class magicians feel the Magical Power of their allies’ Stella-Class, they seem to feel that they have received support and their fighting spirit is enhanced.
It is also used as a tactic in battles between forces including Stella-Class.
Even so, what I had heard was only about having fighting spirit dwelling in one’s heart, but it feels much more beastly than that, or is it just my imagination?
“Let’s go, you guys! Let’s destroy the Prince of Naia (scum)!”
“Ooooo!”
“……”
When Getrude gave a pep talk to the military officers, they responded with loud voices as if echoing him.
Then, for some reason, Getrude and the others left the tent with high spirits.
Left alone in the tent, I muttered.
“…Was this okay?”
Come to think of it, I was told by my father not to achieve military exploits…
But since I decided to kill Barbat, I had to raise morale, and it’s fine if Getrude does his best.
Getrude and the others were still outside the tent, loudly encouraging the soldiers who were working, but I decided to ignore it.
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Just when preparations for the cavalry charge seemed to be complete, the outside of the tent became noisy. As I was wondering what was going on, a female military officer with a blank expression entered the tent.
“Message.”
This female military officer has a blank expression, and I can’t really tell what she’s thinking.
However, she is the only woman among the military officers, so I personally intend to favor her explicitly.
In the first place, the female ratio in our unit is low.
I’ve only seen about one woman for every hundred people until today, you know.
“What happened this time?”
When I asked the female military officer with a blank expression politely, she took a deep breath and began to speak.
“Of the 20,000 Naia troops, about half, including Stella-Class, suddenly began moving north while performing “Maten.” The remaining half seem to be staying put to hinder our advance.”
Huh?