The East and West Real Song Battle

"...Ngh."

When I woke up, the person who should have been sleeping next to me

was gone.

Not yet fully awake, I touched the space where she had slept, and found

it still slightly warm. That meant she hadn't been gone long. I felt a certain

loneliness that the white softness that had been seared into my mind was not

there.

I rolled over on to my back, and stared idly up at the ceiling as I

reviewed my current situation. I was naked from the waist up, but I was still

wearing pants. Then...

"You're awake now, my darling?"

The voice came from the opposite direction of where I was looking, and

when I turned around Juna was waiting with tea prepared. I slowly sat up.

"...Morning, Juna."

"Hee hee, good morning."

When I greeted her, Juna responded with a smile.

I could be more casual with her now because... well, we were married. I

had promised to try to be less formal when we were alone together, and I

was trying to follow through with that.

While pouring hot water into the teapot, Juna said, "I've prepared

things. Would you like a cup to start the day?"

"Yeah, I would. But before that..."

I got out of bed, and embraced Juna from behind as she put a lid on the

teapot to allow it to steam. "Gosh..." she said, with a slightly troubled

chuckle. "It's dangerous when you hug me so suddenly."

"Sorry. But you're half to blame here, Juna."

"Oh, my."

I was the one who got turned on, but Juna was the one who had

provoked me.

Her current attire had more than sufficient power to blow away any

reason I might have had. That's because all she was wearing over top of her

underwear was the white shirt I had cast off.

The sleeves were a bit long, but the chest was bursting at the seams.

With one look, I was on the verge of losing all control, and I couldn't resist

holding her.

"Darling..." Juna turned just her head around, and reached out to put her

hand on my cheek. "I never knew you were so passionate."

"I mean, now that we're husband and wife, I don't have to hold back

anymore."

"You were holding back?"

"Well, you're attractive, and your occasional coquettish gestures tickled

me just right as a man. It was a long battle between my self-restraint and the

temptation to give in."

"Hee hee... That explains why last night was so intense..." Juna smiled,

tracing her fingers gently along the arms that embraced her. "It may not be

long before we have children at this rate."

"If we do, Cian and Kazuha will be their big brother and sister, huh?

Cian is a gentle boy, so I'm sure he'll be fine, but Kazuha is too energetic,

so I'm a little worried there."

"Hee hee, I'm sure it will be fine. If she's inherited Lady Liscia's

personality, I'm sure she'll make a good, caring older sister."

"...Yeah. You may be right."

We laughed, and then flirted with one another until the maid came to

inform us breakfast was ready. It's a good thing we lived in the castle.

If it were just the two of us living together, I suspect Juna's charms

might have turned me into a useless person... Though, it's still a bit of a

shame we didn't.

◇ ◇ ◇

— 6th month, 1548th year, Continental Calendar —

It was an afternoon with clear skies. I was in the governmental affairs

office looking over some documents that Hakuya had handed to me. As I

read them... I couldn't help but let out a sigh.

"...He's finally taken one."

"Yes. It will be vital to pay attention to the situation from now on."

"What's goin' on, Darlin'? Why the frowny face?"

"Did something happen?"

Because Hakuya and I had difficult expressions on our faces, Roroa and

Juna got worried.

Roroa was here to handle financial documents, and Juna was here

because, though their heads were more stable and they could sit now, Liscia

was still fully occupied by dealing with Cian and Kazuha, so Juna was

taking her place as my assistant.

In order to show them there was nothing to fear, I gave a small smile and

waved the piece of paper.

"I was just reading the regular report from Julius."

"From my brother?"

"Yeah. ...It seems that Fuuga's reclaimed a city inside the Demon Lord's

Domain."

I laid the documents on the table, and rested my chin on my hands as I

explained, "The Eastern Union of Nations is in an uproar over it. Fuuga was

no more than the king of a minor nation, but now his name echoes like

thunder."

When I said that, Roroa cocked her head to the side.

"Hmm... Sure that's impressive, but it's still just one city, right? When

the Empire sent their expeditionary force, they must've gone in deeper, but

no one ended up makin' that much of a fuss over it..."

Yeah. I largely agreed, but the way they interpreted it on the ground was

different.

"Ever since Madam Maria took the throne, the Empire has been cautious

about launching an expedition. If the greatest of mankind's nations will not

act, then we're all forced to sit quietly and watch. That's why they've

worked to maintain the status quo and keep the situation from deteriorating

further, but if you look at it another way, it meant there was no chance to

break out of the situation. Now they're getting good news for the first time

in a long time."

"The people are more excited than the accomplishment merits... Is that

what you're saying?" asked Juna.

I nodded to her as Hakuya spoke up, too, "In addition, the Union of

Eastern Nations is an amalgamation of many small to medium-sized states.

The fear of the demon wave externally, and the haphazard system of

alliances and familial ties internally, makes acting with unified purpose

difficult. Even if a ruler like Your Majesty, Madam Maria, or Sir Gouran

were to try to make their country better, those fetters would get in the way."

"It's easy for the nail that sticks up to get pounded down there," I said.

"Hmm," Hakuya nodded. "Is that a saying from your world, sire? It's

quite apt... There are limits to what they can accomplish so long as they

remain a country of small to medium sized states. They have no bright

outlook, and the nation is enveloped in a feeling of entrapment. That is the

current situation in the Union of Eastern Nations."

"And that feeling of entrapment is fertile ground for the rise of a 'great

man.'"

When a society felt trapped, the people would look for a great man who

could break through whatever was holding them back. The sort of entity

who could use radical means to smash everything and let them stand up

anew.

Oda Nobunaga, Cao Cao, Napoleon... These men all held the potential

for greatness, but what made them great men was the people of the era they

were born into. Their actions, which would have been considered massacres

in peacetime, were deemed necessary by their people, and that was the birth

of their status as great men.

If I thought about it now, the lack of notable resistance when Sir Albert

gave me the throne was a manifestation of the people's desire to change the

plight of their directionless country.

The people placed their hopes in the words, "the summoned hero."

With Liscia's support and some words from Maria, I was able to pull

myself back from the brink, but if I had kept trying to role-play being a king

any longer... I might have been forced into the same "great man" position as

Fuuga.

"The report from Julius indicates nearly all the refugee soldiers serving

under Jirukoma have joined Fuuga's forces now as volunteers. With the

exception of a small number who, like Jirukoma, married Lastanian women,

they all wanted to flock to go to Fuuga's side."

"That's a real hit to the ol' manpower. Is my big brother and big sister's

country gonna be okay?"

Roroa looked worried. Her relationship with Julius was mending, and

she got on well with his wife, Princess Tia, so she must have felt uneasy.

"They're fine," I said with a laugh, trying to reassure her. "I told them to

flee to the Kingdom if they have to."

"You told that to Sir Julius, who was once, even if only for a short time,

the Prince of Amidonia...? I apologize to Lady Roroa, but I cannot

recommend stoking the fires of potential strife like that," Hakuya said,

frowning.

Roroa looked like she wanted to say something, but she must have

understood Hakuya's point and didn't voice her displeasure.

"It's nothing to worry about," I told Hakuya with a shrug. "Machiavelli

said, 'People will forget the harm you have done them, but they will never

forget the women and the money you stole.' Right now, the most important

thing Julius has is Princess Tia. For as long as her safety is guaranteed,

Julius won't get his priorities out of order. That's what I felt when I actually

met him."

"...Very well. Let us trust in your eye for people, then." Hakuya looked

me directly in the eye as he backed down.

He must have wanted to be sure I wasn't simply being soft on Julius

because he was family. I couldn't have been more grateful to Hakuya for

taking on an important role that would only hurt him. If I didn't have

someone like him at my side, I wouldn't be able to have confidence in my

own decisions.

With that conversation sorted, I decided to change topics.

"Now then, partially as a means of preparing for Fuuga, there's a project

I'd like to push forward."

"Oh! It's finally time to get movin' on that, huh!"

"Hee hee, I've been looking forward to it ever since I heard about it."

Roroa and Juna smiled happily.

Hakuya, meanwhile, shrugged in exasperation. "I understand this project

is likely important, but is there a need to make it such an overblown affair?

It's an experiment for the country, is it not?"

"Well, sure, but it should make for a fun image. Since we have the

opportunity, why not put it on the Jewel Voice Broadcast, and let the people

enjoy it, too?"

"...I have to acknowledge my lack of knowledge in these matters, so I

will defer to your decision, sire, but please ensure you do not forget the

original purpose of all this."

"Yeah, I know," I said, standing up as Hakuya impressed his point on

me. "All right, now let's make it a big, fun experiment."

◇ ◇ ◇

"Magicium."

This substance was said to be the key to the appearance of magic in this

world.

Magic was divided into six elemental types: fire magic, as wielded by

Carla and Hal; water magic, as wielded by Liscia and Juna; wind magic, as

wielded by Aisha; earth magic, as wielded by Kaede; light magic, which

could heal external wounds; and dark magic, which encompassed all the

powers, like mine and Tomoe's, as they did not fall under one of the other

groups.

It was an important element, and yet we knew hardly anything about

magicium. Even Doctor Hilde, a member of the three-eyed race, who each

bore a shining third eye on their forehead that allowed them to see with the

precision of an optical microscope, was apparently unable to see this

magicium. I didn't know if that was because it was invisible, or because it

was so incredibly small that even the three-eyed race couldn't see it, and we

would need an electron microscope.

When things were this unclear, I almost began to doubt the very

existence of the stuff, but if I considered the connection Mother Dragon had

hinted at of continuity between "this world" and "that world" where I had

once lived, there had to be some reason for the emergence of magic. There

were various feats we could do here that couldn't be done in my former

world.

In that world, there was a cause and effect relationship between all

things. There had to be a "cause" that resulted in the "effect" of magic

emerging, so I thought that "cause" was magicium.

The other point I had learned about magic was that its power was greatly

diminished over the ocean. Even water magic, which was less affected than

the other elements, was affected to at least some degree near sea water. This

was why Excel had once been called, "the mage who is unbeatable

anywhere there is fresh water."

It had become established as common sense that magic did not work

well near the sea. That was also why firearms, which had been ignored for

use on land because they were inferior to magic, had still been studied by

the Navy.

Because of all this, I had hypothesized that magicium's effects were

limited by nearness to the sea. The fact that magic could be used with fresh

water, but not with sea water, was interesting. If fresh water was good, but

sea water was bad, it was almost like you-know-what, right? If so, perhaps

magicium was... No, I didn't have enough to go on just yet. I could go on

about my conjecture, but I couldn't be sure of it. It needed to be studied

more firmly.

Some months ago, when I was thinking this, a research proposal for a

certain experiment came to me from Ginger's Vocational School. I was in

the midst of preparing for my coronation and wedding ceremony at the

time.

"The Work Songs Society?" I cocked my head to the side as I looked

through the report Ginger had brought to me in the governmental affairs

office.

Ginger's Vocational School did more specialized research, focusing on

the kind of things they wouldn't handle at an academic institution like the

Royal Academy. That could be skills like cooking and singing, or more

esoteric topics that would be wasted on the Royal Academy.

Though, recently, Ginger's Vocational School had catalyzed a shift

towards supporting more unique research at the Royal Academy.

Competition was an important factor for academic development. I wouldn't

tolerate them interfering with each other, but surely a close competition

between the two was to be welcomed.

The thing that Ginger had brought to me on this occasion was also

something that had been wasted on the Royal Academy, and drifted over to

Ginger's Vocational School instead.

Ginger nodded in response to my question. "Yes. The Work Songs

Society. The formal name is 'The Society for the Study of Work Songs."

"By work songs, you mean those songs everyone sings while they're

working?"

"That is correct."

In essence, these were songs that laborers tended to sing in place of

shouting as they worked. In terms of ones I would know, there was Asadoya

Yunta, which I had learned in elementary school. I seemed to recall that was

a work song. Hmm, studying the work songs of this country, huh?

I was a little curious about what there were... but still...

"I think it's interesting as an object of ethnological study, but was this

something you needed to come all the way to the castle about?"

"Oh, no, this isn't simple ethnology." Ginger hurriedly shook his head.

"Hm? What do you mean?"

"According to the head of the Work Songs Society, some of the songs

that the common people sing seem to have the effect of increasing the

potency of magic."

"Singing makes magic more effective, you're saying?"

It sounds like something out of a game, but is it possible? I thought, but

on more careful consideration, from the perspective of my old world,

wasn't this world of swords and sorcery already kind of like a game?

Madam Tiamat had suggested there was some temporal relationship

between that world and this world, so was something so absurd possible? I

was only half-convinced, but Ginger shook his head strongly.

"No, it seems the effect is gained by listening, not singing. The effect

doesn't affect all magic, either. There are songs suited to specific spells. For

instance, a work song used in the quarries affects the magic used when

extracting stone. It doesn't work on other magic... like, say, the

enchantments placed on weapons."

"So listening to the woodcutters' songs makes you better at magic used

for cutting down trees, and so on?"

"That's right."

"I see. That's fascinating."

Did that mean if they were listening to the most famous woodcutters'

song from Japan, their logging magic would get stronger? No, that was an

enka song, not a work song, huh.

Hmm... At the current juncture, I couldn't really be sure if this was

incredible or not.

"It's an interesting thing to focus on, but... I can't decide if it's a

worthwhile thing to study or not," I said. "I'd like to get an opinion from

Juna, since she's a singer, and from an expert on magic, too."

"That makes sense. I think that would be good."

"So, could I ask you to come back with the head of this Work Songs

Society someday soon? I'll bring together the people who can make a

decision."

"Understood."

From there we moved on to a discussion of Ginger and Sandria's

upcoming wedding. They had apparently been having problems, so I gave

Ginger some advice, and arranged behind the scenes for things to be set up

for him.

With that done, I went back to thinking about the plan Ginger had

brought me again.

Now, who was I going to need other than the loreleis...? Ah, I know of

one.

"Aisha," I called out to her as she was standing guard by the door.

"Yes, sire?"

"Send a messenger to Genia's dungeon workshop. Have them tell

Merula, who is involved in the drill research project, to appear at the

castle."

"Yes, sir. I understand."

Having left the Spirit Kingdom of Garlan and dappled with a variety of

magic cultures, primarily enchantment magic, Merula Merlin was an expert

in all things relating to magic.

If I showed her this report, how would she react? I was kind of looking

forward to it.

◇ ◇ ◇

"I do not believe it's impossible," Merula said, not seeming particularly

surprised.

It had been some days since then, and a new group of people had been

gathered in the meeting room at the castle.

The members other than me included Liscia, who had come to help

because the children were having an afternoon nap; Juna, who had been

called as an expert on music; the high elf Merula; and Souji, the worldly

bishop who had for some reason insisted on accompanying her; as well as

the central figures of this gathering, Ginger and the head of the Work Songs

Society, Morse Butchy.

I was surprised by how large Morse was. He stood easily over two

meters tall, and was pretty thick, too. But, more than that, he had the face of

a walrus.

He was a member of one of the five races of the snowy plains, which

made up the majority of the population in the Republic of Turgis, the walrus

race. His family had apparently immigrated to the Kingdom in his

grandfather's time.

This man was more rotund than Poncho, and was wearing an academic

uniform, so I couldn't help but think, What fantasy movie did you escape

from, buddy?

On top of that, the moment we met...

"Ohh, Your Majesty. I am most honored to have received your invitation

on this occasion," said Morse. "It is an honor beyond anything I deserve

that you know about our research."

His low voice overflowed with a dandyism that I would not have

expected from his walrus face, so I was quite surprised upon meeting him.

It was so good I instantly fell in love with it. From what I heard, he wasn't

just a researcher, he was also a bass singer.

From there, I received a thorough explanation of the Work Songs

Society's activities from Morse. They had gathered work songs from all

over this country, and had been satisfied just to be able to record them.

However, when they tried using magic while singing a work song used in

the forge, they got the feeling it had increased the power of their flame

magic. Did songs have the power to affect magic?

With that thought, ever since then, the Work Songs Society had been

studying which songs had what effects. As a result, they began to learn that

the mental image was what was important.

If you listened to a song that made you envision roaring flames, it would

strengthen your fire-type magic, and if you listened to a song that made you

envision a raging gale, it fortified your wind-type magic instead. The key

point here was that songs that were about a quietly burning flame, or a

gentle breeze would instead lower the power of the associated magic. That

was presumably because of the mental image, too.

"A strong image will strengthen the magic, while a weak image will

weaken it," Merula said, following Morse's explanation. "And the simplest

way to conjure that image in people's minds must be through song."

"Is it possible for a song to affect magic?"

"Yes. It's pretty commonly said that image is important in magic."

Merula stood up, and began writing on the prepared blackboard.

Person's Head → Will → Magicium → Reaction → Phenomenon

Person's Head → Strong Will → Magicium → Strong Reaction →

Large Phenomenon

"In regards to the system of magic in this world, it is said that first you

convey your intention to manifest a spell to the magicium, and then the

magicium responds to that will by triggering a phenomenon. Though the

all-important magicium's existence has not been proven, it is clear that

magic is manifested by our will. The size of magic each person can use

differs, but in most cases, they can adjust their power at will."

Oh, yeah. My Living Poltergeists had a limit on the number of things it

could control, but that didn't mean I need to control all of them all of the

time. I could control just one thing, too.

Satisfied she had convinced me, Merula went on, "This will could also

be referred to as the 'image of using magic.' With a stronger image than

usual, we can see that the magic's power is increased. This is something

that is on display in spell names."

"By spell names, you mean... the attack names that Liscia and Aisha

shout? Ice Sword Mountain and Sonic Wind, was it? Oh, and there was

Water God Calling, which Excel showed us in the Kingdom of Lastania."

"Yes, but... when you say it like that, it's kind of embarrassing." Liscia

sent me a resentful glance as she blushed.

It apparently was embarrassing to have her attack name pointed out by

someone else. My own Living Poltergeists sounded a bit like a name that a

kid in middle school would come up with, too.

"But, normally, manifesting magic doesn't require you to say the spell

name aloud," Liscia commented.

"It doesn't? Oh, now that I think about it, Aisha was using it without

calling the name, huh?"

"When I say the name, it helps me get fired up! Augh, just leave me

alone."

When I looked at her, she was covering her face with both hands. Her

ears were red, too. She must have felt pretty embarrassed. If I poked at her

any more, I was probably going to get an earful later, so I decided to lay off.

Merula coughed politely and resumed, "What Princess Liscia said is

more or less correct. The key point is that how strongly you imagine the

result is how well the effect will manifest. That's why people shout spell

names, or chant incantations to help them imagine things more concretely.

The latter method takes more time, so it's actually less effective in battle or

when in a hurry, though."

"Hmm, so it's not just because they're cool."

"Yes. Also, in the sense of forming an image, I think that songs should

have the same sort of effect. In fact, there are even types of magic that make

use of that. Right, Souji?"

When she suddenly threw the discussion over to him, Souji's eyes went

wide. "Huh? What're you asking me for?"

"There was magic in the Lunarian Orthodox Papal State that we could

infer was making use of song-based effects, right? The reason I had you

come here today was so that you could explain that, so do it properly."

"Songs and magic... Oh, you mean Area Heal?" Souji said, sounding

convinced, as scratched his head.

Area Heal... The name suggested it was a mass healing spell.

When I expressed that opinion, Souji nodded.

"You're not wrong. It's rare, but among the Orthodox Papal State's light

mages, there are a number who can heal multiple people's wounds at the

same time. When those guys become cardinals or archbishops, they get

cloistered away. Then, when a large number of people are hurt because of a

disaster or a battle, they're taken there to heal the wounded. With talk of

how it's 'Lunaria's grace' or whatever."

"Huh?! They can heal all of the wounded at once?!"

If they could heal multiple wounded people at the same time on the

battlefield, I was scared they were going to pull a zombie attack on us. That

was too good a match for religious groups, like the Ikko Ikki back in the

other world, who believed they would get into paradise if they died for their

beliefs.

However, "Oh, yeah, that's not happening," Souji said, waving off the

idea. "It's called Area Heal, but for every additional person being affected

at the same time, the effect on each individual person is lessened. Besides,

all it can heal is gashes up to a certain size and some minor bone fractures.

Healing multiple broken bones at the same time, or reattaching severed

arms... that's beyond their power. Of course, it doesn't work on sickness,

either."

"...I still think it's plenty threatening."

They might not be on the same level as zombies, but they'd still be a

tough group.

Though, it did seem like the sort of magic that would be useful in

disaster areas. I'd have liked to have users of Area Heal in our country, too,

but they had probably hidden them and all of their blood relatives away.

That's definitely what I'd have done if I were in charge there.

"Whoops, got off-track there. When they perform Area Heal, the

wounded and their families are supposed to sing a hymn. They're praying to

god, basically. I had figured it was a religious rite, but... if Merula's

explanation is correct, it's to make the magic user's image of 'being healed

by the power of god' more concrete, and to boost the power of the spell."

"I believe that's the case. Whether or not they are aware that's what

they're doing is another matter, though."

"Hm? What do you mean?"

When I asked that, Merula raised her index finger and explained,

"People have a tendency to focus on the causes when things work well. To

take it to an extreme, 'I walked out of the door with my left foot first today

and something good happened, so I'm going to walk out of the door with

my left foot first again tomorrow. It's a sort of wish."

"Oh, like routines."

It was like the way athletes would go through the same routine each time

in order to elevate their spirits.

Merula cocked her head to the side, looking confused, but she went on

without worrying about it.

"Whatever the case, when something works for people, they have a

tendency to repeat that action. If that goes on for about a century, it can

become a religious or cultural ritual. So, for the hymn sung with Area Heal,

they sang it, and the effect seemed to improve. They kept singing because

they felt like there was an effect. Then, at some point, it was recognized as a

religious rite... I think that's the sequence of events."

"I see..." I crossed my arms and groaned.

If the same routine was repeated with a common understanding of it, it

would eventually be recognized as a religious or cultural ritual, huh?

"So, you believe Morse's theory that certain songs can enhance the

effect of certain magics," I said.

"There's a need to prove it more thoroughly, but I believe there would

be value in doing so. I believe there are things we could learn about the

nature of magic by studying this, too."

"Hmm... What do you think as a lorelei, Juna?"

"Well..."

Juna brought her clasped hands up to her mouth, and made a slightly

difficult expression.

"As a singer, I'm happy to feel the potential of songs in it. However, as

someone who was in the Marines, I also think we may be able to use songs

in battle. What if there were songs that could boost the power of offensive

spells..."

"...I went straight to that, myself." Liscia agreed with her. As someone

tasked with managing a country and a military, it was an inevitable thought.

"Me, too. Though, depending on how you look at it, it may be more

suited to defense than offense. We can't send a military band out to the front

lines, after all. If we were going to run a band, it would probably stay inside

a castle or camp. That's why I intend to prioritize studying defensive music.

In order to defend this country... Does that sound convincing?"

It sounded like a fallacious argument to me even as I made it, but Juna

still smiled and said, "I already believe in you, sire. No matter what you do,

I will simply trust and support you."

"I'm prepared for that, too. You should do what you believe in, Souma."

"Thank you, Juna, Liscia."

This was how the project to study the relationship between magic and

songs began.

However, because it was a major undertaking and would require a

number of staff, it was decided the experiment to demonstrate it would not

be performed until after the coronation and wedding ceremony.

◇ ◇ ◇

— End of the 6th month, 1548th year, Continental Calendar —

On this day, there was a massive crowd overflowing from the fountain

plazas where people could watch the Jewel Voice Broadcast. That was

because word had spread that the young king would be doing something

interesting again.

Ever since Souma had begun to use the Jewel Voice Broadcast, the

number of fountain plazas had grown, and in turn, the content's popularity

as well. The broadcasts drew massive crowds, and so people were gathered

in Parnam's central fountain plaza, waiting with bated breath for the

broadcast to begin.

"Whoa! What a crowd. There's so many people, you could sweep them

up and throw them out."

"Oh, Yuriga. Don't talk about people like they're garbage."

Yuriga's all-too-frank opinion left Tomoe pursing her lips in

dissatisfaction.

The five kids: Tomoe, Ichiha, Yuriga, Velza, and Lucy, were currently on

the third floor terrace of the restaurant managed by Lucy's family, which

was near the central park. Lucy had invited them because they could see the

Jewel Voice Broadcast from here without getting caught in the crowds.

"What do ya think? It's a pretty good location we've got goin' on here,

huh?"

"It is, yes. It's a bit far, but I can see the fountain plaza well," Ichiha said

with a small smile as Lucy puffed out her still non-existent chest, with

pride.

Velza, who was quietly eating the nut cookies that had been left out, had

yet to respond. Unlike Aisha, who devoured her food like a lion, she had

more of the look of a small animal desperately stuffing as much into her

cheeks as she could.

Lucy looked at Velza and chuckled. "I'm glad to see you're likin' the

food."

"Munch, munch... Yes. I am quite satisfied with it," Velza said shyly.

Ichiha pointed to the fountain plaza. "Oh! It's starting now."

The third primary queen Roroa and the kingdom's first newscaster, the

half-elf Chris Tachyon, appeared. Lucy squealed in delight at the sudden

appearance of her idol.

"Eeek, Lady Roroa's super cute today, too!"

"Munch, munch... Whoa, girl."

While grabbing a cookie and putting it in her mouth with her left hand,

Velza tapped Lucy on the shoulder with her right. Then, as the many people

watched, the two on screen shouted in unison.

"The—"The East and West Song Battle"—ttle."

...Correction. They were not quite in unison.

"Hey, Chrisie. We practiced this. Why're you not matchin' my timin'?"

"S-Sorry. It's my first time MCing a program like this."

"Why's that? You're always fine when you're readin' the news, aren't

ya?"

"The news has a fixed script, but they only gave us a rough outline to go

off of for this kind of thing. Why am I the MC anyway? We had other

people to do it before now, didn't we?"

"They're more or less all bein' used for this event, so there ain't much

else we can do. Now then, was the next part of the program the one where

we make you strip off some of your clothes and strike a sexy pose?"

"It is not! Seriously, please don't say things that we haven't discussed in

advance!"

The plaza filled with laughter at the sight of Chris's flustered response.

Lucy watched Roroa's mischievous snickering with pure ecstasy. "Not

only is she smart, she's charmin', too. Is Lady Roroa our cute goddess?"

"""She's our queen,""" Tomoe, Ichiha, and Velza dutifully pointed out.

Yuriga was the only one to remain silent, apparently having had enough

of playing along with their nonsense.

"Now then, getting back to it, I'm Roroa Amidonia, the third primary

queen of Friedonia. I'd like everyone to go home at least rememberin' my

name and face."

"I don't think there's a person in this kingdom who doesn't know your

name and face... Erm, I am Chris Tachyon. Along with Lady Roroa, I am

here to act as the MC for this project. Please, enjoy the show."

"Wow, you're actin' stiff... Come on, smile."

"Fake smiles are my specialty, you know?" Chris said with a smile.

"Now there's a smile that looks like it was stamped on your face, but it's

time to introduce the program."

"Yes. In regards to the 'East and West Song Battle' that will be held, it is

fundamentally the same sort of thing as the 'Red and White Song Battle'

held at the end of the year. The loreleis and their male counterparts, the

orpheuses, as well as singers of our country will be divided into two teams,

and they will take turns singing."

"The difference is, unlike with 'Red and White,' the National Defense

Force'll be doin' a trainin' exercise along with it," Roroa added. "The

National Defense Force will be divided into the 'East Force' and 'West

Force.' During this program, we'll be showin' you video as the East Force

attacks a certain fortress outside Randel, and the West Force defends it.

Basically, the loreleis are gonna be cheerleaders for the opposin' sides in

the battle. Get a good look at our brave soldiers fightin' as loreleis sing in

the background."

"We hope you will enjoy the show."

"...They're up to something weird again. It sounds fun, though," Yuriga

said in dismay as she sipped her tea after hearing what the program would

be about. "But are you fine here, Tomoe? If you asked your brother,

wouldn't he have taken you to the event site?"

"Yeah. Well, you're right, but..."

Tomoe had been invited to come to the event by Souma, in fact.

However, though this was, on the face of it, just a new broadcast

program, behind the scenes it was also an experiment on the connection

between music and magic. Because the whole nation was being mobilized

for the experiment, they couldn't let exchange students like Yuriga and

Ichiha, or a commoner like Lucy, see the full picture. Even if they were her

friends, she couldn't bring them.

"I wouldn't be any help this time, and besides... I'd rather watch here

with all of you than alone by myself."

"Aw, you're makin' me blush," Lucy said, grabbing Tomoe around the

shoulders. "Go on, have another biscuit. Drink some tea."

"I-I will."

Tomoe took one of the sweets with a wry smile. Watching them, Yuriga

sighed a little, then turned to look straight at the broadcast. Her eyes were

too serious to think she was watching a simple entertainment program.

◇ ◇ ◇

Meanwhile, around that time.

We were in the fortress outside Randel, the city that housed the castle

that once belonged to former General of the Army, Georg Carmine. There

were a large number of officers from the National Defense Force gathered

here.

This place was where the Forbidden Army and the Army fought during

my fake confrontation with Georg Carmine. Though, the most intense

fighting was between the Forbidden Army and the personal forces of the

corrupt nobles and their Zemish mercenaries, so the Army itself had hardly

moved at all.

It was made by reviving a long since destroyed castle using military

engineers, and had been used as a training facility for the National Defense

Force since the end of the war.

"Now then, let us review the rules of this exercise," I said.

Inside the fortress, I was standing in front of the broadcast jewel wearing

my military uniform, explaining the outline to the men who would

participate in this combined training exercise and experiment. The only

ones watching this broadcast were the officers and soldiers gathered in the

fortress as well.

In order to maintain secrecy, we used separate jewels so that the people

couldn't watch. The rules had, of course, been communicated beforehand,

but you can think of this like the announcement before the start of an

athletics festival.

"In this exercise, you will be split into the attacking team and the

defending team. The attacking team will be called the East Force, and will

be commanded by Commander-in-Chief of the National Defense Force,

Excel Walter. The defending team, meanwhile, will be called the West

Force, and I will be their commander-in-chief. But, in actual practice,

command will be taken by Deputy Commander-in-Chief of the National

Defense Force, Ludwin M. Arcs. The attacking team wins if they can break

through the fortress wall and reach where I am within the time limit, while

the defending team wins if they are able to protect me the whole time. The

winning team will receive a bonus to their pay, so give it your all."

The moment I mentioned that bonus, the soldiers cheered so loudly I

could hear them in the distance.

Yeesh, what a mercenary lot. It's just bonus pay... Anyway, getting back

on track.

"In light of the inherent advantage the defending team has, the attacking

team will have double the number of members. In addition, there will be a

major magical experiment during this exercise. Because we are observing

the power of magic, the attacking team will be limited to using the tactic of

attacking by force from all sides. There will be no aerial forces involved in

the battle. We've gathered people who are used to magic here, so I'd like

you to listen to the loreleis, orpheuses, and singers and really let loose with

all your power."

Next, I went over the rules for fighting.

"I know I am repeating myself, but the objective of this exercise is to

observe the power of magic. Because of that, those who fight with weapons

must use the arms and equipment provided. The weapons are blunted

swords and spears, as well as arrows with rounded tips. You must enchant

these with magic as you fight. Throwing them without magic is forbidden.

The armor is a suit of breastplate that has been enchanted to slightly resist

magic. If this armor is destroyed, or you run out of magical power, you are

out. You must leave the battlefield at once."

Incidentally, the one who came up with this equipment was Genia.

While we were discussing the best way to observe magic while also

limiting the number of injuries, she proposed these rules and equipment.

When I first heard the rules, I couldn't help but think, Clothing

destruction KOs? But only the breastplate would break, so there wouldn't

be any particularly sexy results.

Well, ninety percent of the soldiers participating were male anyway. I

was relieved to know we wouldn't be showing the people a video where

there were half-naked men everywhere. Besides, Aisha was participating as

a combatant, too, and I would hate to let others see my wife naked... So,

yeah, that about did it for the rule explanation.

"This exercise is a combat experience, and an experiment. At the same

time, it is also important that you do not forget the people are watching your

bravery. That's why I have an order for you."

I thrust my fist skyward.

"Fight hard, and make it flashy! The ones who stand out the most win! If

you were especially noticeable, you will receive a special cash prize

regardless of if you won or lost! Now give me a heroic display of magic!"

"""Yeahhhhhh!"""

There was cheering from inside and outside the fortress. It seemed I had

them good and motivated.

Once I had checked that the broadcast was terminated, I returned to a

table set up in the back of the fortress.

"Good job," Liscia said. "Here, have some water."

"Thanks... Whew."

I took a breath, then loosened the collar on my uniform. I looked at the

simple receiver placed in the middle of the room. There I could see Roroa

and Chris explaining the plan (the one for public consumption) for this

event. They were recording in a separate room, so that their jewel wouldn't

pick up the sound of our broadcast.

"Did the sound from when I riled the men up end up getting broadcast to

the people?" I asked.

"Roroa did a good job playing it off with a, 'Sounds like the soldiers are

rarin' to go!'"

"Well, that's good. Now... we just wait for the report to be done."

For this experiment, the Royal Academy had dispatched a large number

of researchers who specialized in magic and related fields, and they were

positioned all around the area to report on minute fluctuations in magical

power.

What songs would affect which magic? I was looking forward to finding

out.

"Now then..." Liscia smoothly stood up, and put her rapier on her hip.

"Hold up, Liscia. You can't be planning to..."

"Aisha's participating, isn't she? I have Mother watching Cian and

Kazuha back in the castle, so I want in on this, too. Between the pregnancy

and birth, I've been letting my skills get rusty. If I'm going to be a cool

mom, I've got to get my combat instincts back."

"Does a mom need combat instincts...?"

There had been signs that Liscia would be a tough mom, and that was

exactly what she was shaping up to be. Well, there was hardly any danger

involved this time, so I guess it was fine. She had been spending all her

time looking after our kids lately, so I needed to let her spread her wings

occasionally.

"Have fun."

"Thanks, Souma."

Liscia gave me a kiss, then was out of the room in a flash. She was as

brave as ever.

"Now then... I guess I'll go help Roroa."

I left the room to attend to my own work.

◇ ◇ ◇

"Juna... Oh, no, Lady Juna."

With the battle about to start shortly, the lorelei Komari Corda, who was

wrapped in a dress of spring colors, struck up a conversation with Juna

while they were waiting in the wings of the stage.

Juna, who wore a blue dress, looked very noble and beautiful. Even now

that she was married, none of her glimmer had faded.

"Just Juna is fine, Komari," she said with a smile.

"No, you're a queen, Lady Juna..."

"It's really all right. When I'm standing in front of the Jewel Voice

Broadcast, I want to be myself."

"...I understand. Juna."

Touched by Juna's soft smile, Komari sensed anew at how great a

presence the one they called the Prima Lorelei possessed.

In general, the word lorelei was synonymous with the term idol back on

Earth, so Juna, who could no longer be an idol after marrying Souma, was

called a singer like Margarita.

However, the people still referred to her not as a singer, but as the Prima

Lorelei. As if the words Prima Lorelei had been separated from the concept

of what a lorelei was.

The title Prima Lorelei had become Juna's alone. That showed how

great the people's support for her was, even now.

For Komari, who was referred to as the Post-Juna, her successor, Juna

was an ideal she strived toward, but also a great wall she hoped to someday

transcend.

That was why she had spoken to her: to convey that resolve.

"I am here because you saw something in me. I couldn't be more

grateful for that. Which is why... I want you to listen to my songs on the

opposing team."

"......"

In this program, the singers would also be split into two teams, cheering

for the attackers and defenders, respectively. In short, they would be

competing against one another as well.

Komari was on the attacking side, while Juna was on the defending side.

Their voices would collide on the battlefield, and allow the men to fight

their hardest.

"I'll sing with everything I have," Komari started, placing her hand over

her breast. "So that I can pull the music industry as your replacement. So

that I can put on a performance that doesn't make me ashamed to be the one

you chose, your successor. I intend to repay that favor by showing you,

through this project, just how much I've grown."

"...Is that so?" Juna erased her smile and listened to Komari's bold

proclamation with a serious face. Then, looking her straight in the eye, she

said, "I can see your resolve. But there's one part of what you said that

concerns me."

"...What might that be?"

"That you're replacing me. Am I already a person of the past to you?

Does my marriage to His Majesty somehow decrease my appeal as a

singer? Is that, perhaps, what you're trying to say?"

There was a quiet but intense emotion hidden in those words.

"...!" Intimidated by the air around Juna, Komari gulped.

It was like she was looking at a blue flame. Hot despite looking cold.

This dignified air that overwhelmed those who saw her was that of a queen,

no matter how Juna might try to deny it.

As Komari stood there speechless, Juna looked to the side. When she

did, the air of dignity around her vanished.

What's going on? Komari wondered as she followed Juna's line of sight.

There she saw Souma talking to Roroa who had just finished presenting. He

must have come here when he finished his speech to the soldiers. No sooner

had he joined them than...

"Darlin', I know you just got here, but you've got a job to do!"

"...I know, but the schedule's pretty tight, huh?"

It seemed he would be compiling the reports that came in from around

the experiment site. Because Souma's ability specialized in paperwork,

people looked to him to do the work even though he was king.

"Desk work even here, huh? It's just as tiring as always."

"Nyahaha, it'd be nice if there were a song that strengthened your

magic, though. Know any good ones? Like a labor song for filling out

paperwork."

"Hm... Day-O, maybe?"

"What kinda song's that?"

"In between the lyrics, there are call and response segments about how

they want to go home."

"Listening to that'd kill your morale..."

...Is being a king that much hard work? Komari was a little weirded out.

Then Juna, who had been listening to the two of them, chuckled.

"Um, was there anything in that conversation to laugh at?" Komari

asked.

"Don't you worry. This happens all the time."

"All the time...?"

"You couldn't leave him alone, right? That's exactly why I want to be by

his side, supporting him," Juna said, clasping her hands in front of her chest

as if she were singing.

"In meeting him, and meeting all the people around him, I've been

touched by so many kinds of love. Romantic, parental, familial... It's an

invaluable time, walking with those important to me, and the joy of life

itself. Now that I understand that, I can sing even more powerfully than

before. About love, dreams, belief, sadness, and the joy of being alive right

now."

They should have been kind words, but they struck deep in Komari's

heart.

This is Juna Souma... she thought. It was a fresh reminder that, even

now that her family name had changed, she was still a lorelei loved by the

people.

"...Haha! You really are the Prima Lorelei, Juna."

Komari laughed. It wasn't a cold laugh, or a laugh of scorn. She was just

happy. That Juna, her ideal, and her target, still stood before her as a

towering figure.

So she looked Juna straight in the eye, and made a declaration,

"Someday, I will transcend you!"

"That's a wonderful show of resolve. But I won't clear the way easily,

you know? I want you to see me shine. Because we need figures like that."

"Of course! Now that your shine has grown next to His Majesty, I'll aim

even higher!"

"Hee hee, I'll look forward to it. Now let's go." Juna smiled and

extended a hand to her. Komari took it without hesitation.

"Okay! I'll sing with all my body, all my soul, and all my strength!"

The opening performance of this experiment was a duet by the two

loreleis.

◇ ◇ ◇

As the two loreleis sang, the battle began.

They were singing the passionate opening theme of a relatively new

robot anime. Pulled along by their voices, the attacking team opened with a

strong offensive.

The defending team desperately shot down the fireballs and magic

arrows that arched towards them, or deflected them with shields. In the

middle of all that, Halbert was just standing on the edge of the wall.

Though he knocked away the occasional attack that came straight at

him, from the look on his face, he seemed a bit out of it. What was

dominating his head right now wasn't the battle, but a single woman.

It had happened just yesterday.

"I'm pregnant, you know, Hal."

His childhood friend who was now his head wife announced in front of

Ruby and his parents.

Kaede had seemed a little off recently, but it was apparently because of

morning sickness. They had been given a long vacation after their wedding,

and used it to travel around to Venetinova and other places, with all three of

them making love to their heart's content, so... Well, it was kind of the

obvious outcome.

Naturally, the House of Magna had been turned upside-down by the

furor it caused.

His father, Glaive Magna, was overcome with emotion and started

slapping Halbert on the back, while his mother, Elba, got teary-eyed as she

congratulated her daughter-in-law.

His second wife, Ruby, was as happy for Kaede as she would have been

for herself.

Halbert, meanwhile... was so shocked his mind went blank. He'd known

this day would come, and even prayed for it too. Yet it was so sudden, he

couldn't process it.

Then, snapped back to his senses by the pain of Glaive continually

slapping him on the back, it slowly dawned on him, and the emotion rapidly

welled up inside him.

"Aw... yeahhhhhhhh!" Halbert lifted Kaede up and spun her around.

"Whoa! Hold on, Hal?!"

When Souma discovered he was going to be a father in the Republic, he

was disappointed that Liscia wasn't there in front of him. But Kaede was

here, right in front of Halbert, and so he hugged her as he burst with joy.

Though, he'd gotten carried away, so...

"""Take care of her!"""

...Ruby and his parents all shouted at him.

For that reason, Kaede wasn't participating in this mock battle. There

were apparently a large number of people who couldn't participate for

similar reasons.

Two months after all those weddings in the capital, there was an

epidemic of morning sickness in the newlywed families. It would be

followed by a baby boom the next year.

Now, some days later, Halbert was thinking about it with muddled

thoughts. I'm... gonna be someone's old man, huh...?

"You're too dazed, Hal."

The next thing he knew, Ruby was standing next to him. Because there

were to be no air forces involved in this mock battle, Ruby the red dragon

was only allowed to participate in her human form.

This was the first time in a long time that Halbert would be fighting on

the ground alone.

Putting her hands on her hip, Ruby shook her head in dismay. "I'm sure

this is about Kaede and the baby, right? Well, get your act together. You're

the ace of the defending team."

"Well, yeah... I know that, but still."

"Besides, I'm sure Kaede is watching this broadcast while on maternity

leave, you know?" Ruby pointed to the broadcast jewels positioned here

and there around the battlefield. "Don't you need to show off how cool you

are? Dad?"

"...Darn straight I do." Halbert readied his spear, and looked down at the

soldiers swarming towards the walls below. "I'm not ready to be a dad yet,

but I don't want to let her see me looking uncool!"

"Hee hee, that's the way to be. You remember your order, right?"

"Of course. You stay on task, too, Ruby."

This time, their orders from the commander of the defense team,

Ludwin, had them acting independently.

They listened, and the music had changed to a firey song by the orpheus

unit, Yaiba.

In terms of the anime songs from Souma's world, this would be the sort

of theme used when rising up against a massive enemy and turning things

around. The energetic song spurred on the attacking team, and in turn, made

it harder for the defending team to act.

That being the case, the defenders had to go on the offense.

Halbert turned around, giving the order to the Dratroopers who were

waiting behind him.

"Hit them where it looks like you can push in! Let's show the people of

this country what the Dratroopers can do!"

"""Yeahhhhh!"""

The men's morale was high. If they stood out here, the girls out there

watching the broadcast might squeal over them. It'd give them something to

brag about to women in the tavern, too.

These single men who had been forced to watch all of Halbert, Kaede,

and Ruby's flirting were desperate for partners of their own. Even for the

one-in-three who was married, their families were sure to be watching the

broadcast, so they wanted to stand out, too.

"And... Drop!" On Hal's order, Ruby and the Dratroopers threw

themselves over the edge of the wall. "Ooh, rahhhh!"

"Whoa!"

"Wh-What is with this unit's strength?!"

Halbert and the Dratroopers were an elite unit, and they went around to

places where the defense seemed ready to break, joining the fray and

pushing back the attackers.

The song that had been playing up until then stopped, and a new tune

began to play.

This time it was an orchestral piece without singing, included in this

experiment to help measure the effect of lyrics. Incidentally, because they

were looking for battle songs, many of the pieces were game music from

Souma's world.

The one that just ended played in the castle scenes of a game where you

explore a cave and collect treasure. This piece, which rearranged the main

theme into something with composure and dignity, made the attackers

imagine high walls, and highly damaged their morale.

Halbert destroyed a few enemies' armor with his flaming spears, then let

out a sigh. Because he wasn't allowed to use the Twin Snake Spears that he

always trained with, he was using two spears provided for the experiment.

"This is a cinch. If this's all they've got, we'll be able to defend until

time's—Guh?!"

Before he could finish that line, Halbert got a bad feeling and doubled

over backwards. When he felt the wind rush past his nose, a number of the

Dratroopers who had been in front of him moments ago were flying through

the air.

Halbert continued to do a backwards flip, and when he landed, he saw a

person in front of him who had just finished a full swing of her greatsword.

Tch! I have to fight against that again...? Halbert mentally clicked his

tongue.

The music had just changed to the sort of thing used to hype the arrival

of an invincible general. The defenders, faced with a person wielding a

greatsword, cried out despite themselves.

"""I-It's Lady Aisha!"""

"...Hahh!"

Facing those soldiers, Aisha slammed her greatsword into the ground. In

the next instant, a gust arose that blasted more than ten of them into the air,

scattering them like leaves.

"Having to use magic with every attack... It's a troublesome rule, don't

you think?" Aisha sighed as she watched.

Normally, she fought with a style that relied on the weight of her

greatsword and the strength which let her swing it about with ease. Though

she did attack with magic blades of wind, too, that was only when there was

a distance between her and her opponent, so she wasn't used to fighting

while imbuing every attack with magic.

That was because, if she were using her regular greatsword, she didn't

need to imbue it with magic; her blade didn't even need to be sharp, she

would crush her opponents to death with the weight of the thing.

However, she wasn't using that sword this time; she was using a sword

that looked similar on the outside, but was made of wood from the GodProtected Forest. In order to blow them away effectively, she had to use

magic.

"This is not a fight I am familiar with, but to answer his majesty's

expectations of me, I—Ah?!"

Kaching! A sound more high-pitched than anything you'd expect from a

training weapon echoed. Two spears of flame swung down on her

greatsword, which she had instantly used to block the attack from above.

"Today's the day I stop you, Young Miss Aisha!"

"Sir Halbert, huh!"

In the instant they traded blows, their eyes met and sparks flew between

them.

After their momentary encounter, Aisha swung with all her might, and

Halbert made a nimble landing meters away. Her usual dumb strength

brought a strained smile to Halbert's face.

"I didn't expect you to be on the attacking side. Don't you need to guard

the castle where your husband is?"

"I was told to stand on the attacking side to maintain the balance of

power. In order to go be with His Majesty, I will slip past you here!"

"You think it'll be that easy?!"

Their weapons clashed and grinded as they jostled against one another.

If it weren't for magical reinforcement, both of their weapons would have

been shattered by now.

"...Are your wives not with you today?"

"Ruby's here, but elsewhere. Kaede's on maternity leave."

"Ohh, she's with child. I am happy for you."

"Thanks... Oh, no, I should say 'Thank you,' huh?"

"You're a friend of His Majesty, it is fine to speak like you normally

would. I am naturally inclined to be a bit more formal."

Their conversation was idle chatter, but their arms never stopped

swinging their weapons. It was amazing they could keep up a conversation

next to that banging noise.

The conflict continued a while before Aisha began to overwhelm

Halbert with her natural strength. Now at a disadvantage, Halbert clicked

his tongue, "You've got the same dumb brute strength as ever..."

"And you don't have Madam Carla and Madam Kaede with you this

time, either. If I let myself lose to you when you're not on Ruby's back, I

will never be able to defeat that man."

"...Fuuga, huh? Then I can't lose, either!"

Halbert desperately held out against Aisha's fierce attack.

"""Whoa, whaaaaaaa?!""" The nearby soldiers were blown away by the

shock waves of their battle.

"When the time comes, it's gonna be my job to take that bastard down!

So..."

"It is my duty to defend His Majesty from that man! So..."

""I can't afford to lose!""

"Hey, hey, you two sure are getting worked up." In the middle of their

test of wills, an easygoing voice came down from above. "Ookyakya! Let

me in on this, too!"

Kaching! As a cudgel swung down from behind together with those

words, Aisha blocked it without turning back, using only her gauntleted left

hand. The music had already changed from that of the undefeated general to

a jaunty tune from something that might have played in the original

monkey's great adventure.

Aisha glared behind her and said, "If that was meant to be a surprise

attack, you shouldn't have shouted first, Sir Kuu."

"In this festive atmosphere, it'd feel boorish to launch a sneak attack.

That's why I gave you a shout, Bro's wife." His attack parried, Kuu did a

flip to land beside Halbert. "I'm gonna take the redhead's side. That should

be a fair handicap, right?"

"Be my guest. It will make this better training for me."

"Wait, did you get permission from Souma? You're not from this

country, right?"

When Halbert asked, Kuu let out a hooting laugh.

"There's no way I could stay out of something so fun. I appealed to Bro

directly, and got his permission to participate. He gave me some condition

about staying away from the experimental observation posts, and the data

gatherers, and a bunch of other stuff, though."

Halbert, who had been having a hard time alone, grinned. "Oh, yeah...?

Well, give me a hand then, would you?"

"You got it."

"Heheh. Very well. I will smash both of you."

As Aisha boasted, Halbert and Kuu both kicked off the ground towards

her.

◇ ◇ ◇

Meanwhile...

In another place, amidst a raging thunderstorm, the sparks of an intense

battle were spreading. It was clear skies a moment ago, and now this sudden

thunderstorm? And mixed with sparks? The viewers might have been left

wondering, but there were, in fact, sparks flying on the battlefield as it was

pounded by the tempest. In the middle of all of it...

"Tahhhhhhhhhh!"

"Daryahhhhhhh!"

Zukabakidokozubashucchuindokan!

In the middle of all of it, the hero with a red and silver scarf traded

blows with the Emperor of Evil. It was the protagonist of the Kingdom's

popular tokusatsu show, Overman Silvan, and his ultimate nemesis, the

Great Evil Ogre Emperor, Akki Taitei. It seemed like a good opportunity to

see how music affected Ivan and Moltov's illusions or performance.

In addition, because Ivan was known as the actor who played Silvan, we

decided it would confuse the children if he was seen fighting normal

soldiers instead of monsters and villains, so we had his father Moltov face

him in the guise of Akki Taitei. It meant father and son would be fighting

for real, but they fought all the time, so that was no issue.

The song currently playing on the battlefield was the Silvan theme song,

sung by Nanna. Thanks to it being their own theme music, the two of them

were fired up, and sparks flew as their fists collided; their moves left

afterimages, and countless phantasmal Silvans and Akki Taiteis appeared

around them then vanished. It looked like they were moving at high speed,

fighting one another all over the place, and it may have made Souma

whisper, "What kind of warrior race are these people from...?"

Rain fell when they stared each other down, and when they collided,

sparks flew and lightning struck. Even knowing it was all an illusion, the

storm of intense special effects made soldiers on both sides stay away. No,

actually, it wasn't so much fear as a feeling they shouldn't interfere that

kept them from approaching. Sort of like how people feel bad walking in

front of a person who's trying to take a photograph.

There was no reinforcement magic on their bodies, by the way. Though

the effects were flashy, all they were really doing was beating the crap out

of one another. With no magical armor to decide the winner and loser, their

battle had turned into a quagmire.

As Souma thought, The one who runs out of stamina first loses...

The music changed to an ominous melody.

It sounded like a piece that heralded the coming of a one-winged angel,

and Silvan and Akki Taitei both stopped. They looked up as the section that

celebrated the arrival of a warrior played, and red wings alighted on the

wall in front of them.

"Why...? Why?!" the figure cried out.

That person slapped the wall with the reptilian tail that protruded from

her rump, clenching her fists as she spread her wings wide. Her highly

revealing, swimsuit-like outfit, which was open in the middle, exaggerated

her cleavage as she puffed her chest out and shouted.

"Why do I have to dress like this agaiiiiiiiiiiin?!" The cry of her soul

echoed across the battlefield, and Ivan and Moltov's eyes widened.

"Is that Miss Dran?!"

"...Young Miss Carla?!"

The one who had landed on the wall was Carla, in the sexy villain

costume of Miss Dran. Her face was red with shame, and her eyes wet with

tears.

"Here I thought... I could participate in a training exercise for the first

time in so long. I was happy to be able to serve as a warrior once more, so

why do I have to wear this getup?! Urgh! I hate myself for underestimating

that person. I thought she wouldn't be so unreasonable while she was

pregnant, but I never expected her to have already ordered the other maids

to block my escape..." Carla muttered to herself, her eyes like those of a

dead fish.

The person Carla was talking about must have been the head maid,

Serina. Incidentally, though she just sort of threw that out there like it was

nothing, Serina was pregnant with Poncho's child.

Being the capable woman she was, Serina had predicted the coming

baby rush, and taken action immediately, so this was to be expected. As for

what action she had taken, please understand that everyone was concerned

by Poncho's sudden weight loss. This was why Komain, who had become

pregnant like Serina, had stayed behind in the capital with her.

Given the family of workaholics she came from, it seemed Serina didn't

intend to go on maternity leave until the last possible moment, and the way

she was working at the castle, even now, had Poncho and her maids

worried.

With all this, Carla had expected to be able to fight without Serina's eyes

on her for the first time in so, so long. However, the next thing she knew,

the other maids had hidden her clothes as she slept, and the only thing she

had to put on other than her underwear was Miss Dran's sexy costume.

Her colleagues had put their hands together, begging her forgiveness, as

they explained this was on Serina's orders—who was probably watching

the broadcast from the capital with a smile.

Carla looked at Ivan and Moltov with muddy eyes. "I'm sorry, but... I

will be taking this sadness out on you."

"W-Wait, Carla... No, Miss Dran!" Ivan pleaded.

"Calm yourself, Miss Dran!"

They made a point of calling her Miss Dran for the viewers' benefit, but

that ended up enraging Carla.

"Don't call me that naaaaame!"

Countless balls of fire launched forth from Carla's arms, and they rained

down with a Boom, boom, boom.

These were real fireballs, not illusory ones. Getting hit would leave no

trace behind. Ivan and Moltov broke into a sweat as they looked to one

another with a nod. They extended their hands forward and shouted in

unison, ""Deploy illusion!""

When they did, countless Overman Silvans and Akki Taiteis appeared.

At a glance, there had to be hundreds of them. It was almost like a

duplication technique. They hid among the illusions as they tried to escape

the area. However, it wasn't going to be so easy.

"Heheheh, we've worked on the same program, so of course I know

about your abilities. That the illusions you make are without form, and lack

the presence of a living person." Carla narrowed her eyes as she looked

around. There were countless Silvans and Akki Taiteis, but she only felt life

from two of them. She formed a fireball in the palm of her hand, and the

corners of her mouth turned upwards. "...Heheheh, I fouuuund you."

The ball of fire shot straight toward Ivan and Moltov.

""Nwahhhhhhh?!""

The direct hit blasted both of them into the air. With the originals gone,

the illusions vanished, and only Carla's flames remained.

"Hahaha, burn! Burn away, along with my memories!"

The image of her as an evil queen was burned into the viewers'

memories instead. No one approached the scorched earth, and for some

time Carla's desperate laughter echoed through the area.

◇ ◇ ◇

Meanwhile, behind the scenes of that intense fighting...

"Sire. I'd like the records of that battle just now."

"Hm... Does listening to your own theme song increase the power?

Maybe I should make theme songs for Aisha, Hal, and the other powerful

warriors. Like the themes that play when a pro wrestler enters the ring."

Souma and his group were carefully recording the results of Ivan,

Moltov, and Carla's battle. When he finished recording, Souma looked up at

the simple receiver which showed images of Carla going wild.

"She's gone too far," he sighed. "The evil female commander won."

Both the hero and his nemesis were blown away by Miss Dran. Souma

was wracking his brain over how to explain this development to the

viewers.

Incidentally, this utter domination by Carla would go on to be discussed

by the viewers as the one episode where Miss Dran awakened and, unable

to control her great power, went out of control, and even defeated her

master Akki Taitei along with Silvan. Silvan would undergo intense training

to defeat her in the next episode. But that's another story.

◇ ◇ ◇

Now, let's get back to the battlefield.

Maybe because the battle had been engineered to produce a stalemate,

the attacking and defending teams pushed back and forth, neither side

achieving dominance.

In the main camp of the attacking team, Excel Walter watched the

proceedings unfold with boredom. It might have been hot out, because she

was sitting in a chair beneath something like a beach parasol, fanning

herself as she watched the battle on a simple receiver.

"Because the focus of this event is on the magic experiment, we haven't

been allowed to use any tactic other than pure force. I have nothing to do.

It's such a pain to be in this position now. If only I could leave someone

else to be commander, and go out to fight as one of the common soldiers...

Hold on?"

The hand holding Excel's fan stopped. Looking like she had come up

with an idea, she clapped her hands and folded up her fan before rising from

her seat.

"Now that I think about it, I was never told, 'The commanders must sit

quietly in their main camps.' Well, then. I suppose that means I can

participate!" With a devilish smile, Excel opened her closed fan once more.

"Hee hee, they said the ones who stand out the most win, so maybe I'll give

this battlefield a little more flair."

"Wh-What is that?!"

"The water's rising?!"

The soldiers fighting on the south side of the fortress all gulped,

regardless of which side they were fighting on. The water in the river south

of the fortress suddenly surged upwards. Then the vast amount of water

transformed into a great five-headed snake, its heads all poised to strike the

fortress.

"I-Is that...?! There's no mistaking it, it's the same as from back then!"

"It's Duchess Walter! Duchess Walter's magic!"

"I-If we stay here, won't we attackers get caught up in it, too?"

The water snake was familiar to those soldiers that participated in the

battle in the Union of Eastern Nations to divert the incoming monster

assault. However, now, standing at the base of the snake, Excel looked

dissatisfied.

"I knew it... It looks a little thin. It would be better if it had the volume

of water that the Dabicon provided, but I suppose this is the most I can

expect from a river like this."

It was true that the serpent she had given birth to was a size smaller than

the one from the Dabicon. The river running by the forest was little more

than an oversized stream, and it did not have that much volume. Even so,

from the point of view of the soldiers, it was no less of a threat.

Excel refocused, and looked towards the fortress. "Well, if I try to

control too much, my magical power will run dry in no time. This is fine.

Now... What will you do, defending team?"

As she said that, Excel pointed her fan toward the fortress. When she

did, one of the five snake heads rushed towards the fortress like a water

cannon.

The song playing at that time came from the most famous kaiju movie in

Souma's old country. Hearing music that seemed to stir terror in people, the

defenders felt as terrified as if a massive creature were attacking them.

However...

"There's not much that needs to be done."

Bwoooooosh...!

Flames suddenly rose from the battlefield to evaporate the snake head in

an instant. The next thing she knew, there was a girl in a red scale dress that

looked out of place on the battlefield standing in front of Excel with a

defiant look in her eyes. Her red hair streamed behind her, and a reptilian

tail protruded from her rear.

Excel's eyes narrowed as she regarded the girl and said, "I believe

you're... from the House of Magna, yes?"

"Yes, Duchess Walter. I am Halbert Magna's wife Ruby." As she

introduced herself, Ruby produced flames in the palm of her hand. "Sir

Ludwin predicted this. Knowing how capricious you are, it seemed likely

you would want to come out and play. That's why I, who have power to

rival your own, was ordered to keep you under control."

"Hee hee, Lord Ludwin understands me well. But you on your own

won't be enough to stop me now." Excel was smiling, but her eyes shone

like a raptor that had sighted its prey. "It's true that you have considerable

magical power as a member of the dragon race. However, under current

rules, you must fight in human form. Because using air power is forbidden.

And the amount of force you can exert in that form is limited, right?"

"...You know your stuff."

"I am Commander-in-Chief of the National Defense Force, after all. I

am well acquainted with this country's strengths in war. So let me ask you

again. Do you truly believe you can stop me in that form?"

When she said that, Excel turned the remaining four snake heads

towards Ruby and had them lunge. Ruby loosed flames from both her hands

as she stepped back, causing two snakes to evaporate.

"How naive."

Before Ruby knew it, one of the water snakes had circled around behind

her. Then the last snake came from the front, threatening her with a pincer

attack. Ruby dug her heels in, spreading her arms wide, and threw fire at

both snakes.

Hisssssssssss...!

"Urgh...!" she grunted.

However, Ruby couldn't fully evaporate them. That was because Excel

kept up the supply of water to them. The power of the flames kept things at

a stalemate, but Ruby couldn't knock the attack aside.

The steam hung in the air around the two of them. Then...

"Do you know they call me, 'the mage who is unbeatable anywhere

there is fresh water?'" Excel said, creating a new snake head to menace

Ruby, who was unable to move. Its lips were upturned in a crescent shape.

"That's because, in any place where there is fresh water, I can wield my

magic more efficiently. Now, let's have you step aside."

"Urgh... To think you can control this much magic when in a human

form. It's not fair..."

"Call it whatever you like. Now, I'm going to strike the final blow."

The water snake assaulted Ruby from above, when...

Crack!

Lightning flashed through the sky, and the water snake was blown away.

"Huh?!"

Excel took a huge jump back in surprise, and two bolts of lightning

came down where she had just been standing. This broke Excel's magic,

and Ruby was finally set free. A black figure who had a tail on her rump

and a pair of antlers that were even larger than Excel's growing through her

glossy black hair landed, then turned to Ruby.

"Looks like you're having some trouble. Want help?"

"...You're being a busybody, Naden."

Naden already looked ready for battle, her hair standing on end, and

sparks crackling around her as she slapped the ground with her tail.

The sudden intrusion of Naden made Excel chuckle. "Oh, my. The

second secondary queen is joining the fray, too?"

"For the same reason as Ruby over there. Souma asked me to stop you if

you came out to play. You did help me with those lessons of yours, but I

won't let you go any further."

"Hee hee, now this is interesting. Both of you come at me together."

Excel spread her arms and created more snakes. Eight of them this time.

When she witnessed Excel's incredible magical power, Naden spun her

arms in circles with a resigned sigh.

"...This is going to be tough if I can't take ryuu form. Ruby?"

"I know. I'll take you up on your offer to face her together."

"Don't get in my way, stupid Ruby."

"I could say the same, dumb Naden."

Even as they argued, they readied themselves for the fight, and then ran

towards their joint foe.

Excel sent two water snakes at them, but they nimbly dodged. Ruby

launched a great ball of fire toward Excel, who had a water snake coil

around her, forming a wall, and blocking the attack. Piercing through the

steam created when they canceled each other out, Naden rushed in close to

Excel, her body wreathed in electricity.

Excel sent a water snake after Naden and shouted, "Come to me,

ancestor of the sea serpent race!"

"I'm not as old as your five hundred years!"

Their attacks collided, and the splash of water sparkled with electricity.

The soldiers who witnessed this battle later reported it was like a fight

between three massive beasts. Fortunately, the theme playing at the time

was the theme song of a film where three kaiju fight a great war.

◇ ◇ ◇

The excitement on the battlefield was reaching its peak.

I was in a room deep inside the fortress the defending team was

protecting, fighting with the reports delivered by researchers from the Royal

Academy and Ginger's Vocational School.

"Your majesty, reporting from Observation Point 8. Track number 28.

Effect witnessed on defending side," said a researcher.

Another followed up with, "Report from Observation Point 14. Track

number 52. No effect detected."

"Observation Point 2! The battle between Duchess Walter, Queen

Naden, and Lady Magna has become too loud to hear the music!"

"Also from Observation Point 2! The aftermath of their battle has caused

a large number of casualties!"

"Don't talk all at once! I can write several things at once, but there's still

only one of me!" I shouted despite myself. I might have sounded angry, but

it was a cry of desperation. I wasn't Prince Shoutoku; if they talked at me at

the same time, I wasn't going to be able to hear them all.

If they were talking in front of my note-taking machine, Factory Arm, it

would at least be able to think independently. But even if it could do that, it

couldn't respond, so I had to do what I could with my main body.

"I only need the records, so talk to the Factory Arm," I said. "Also, let

them do whatever they want over where Excel is. Even if we told her to lay

off, she wouldn't listen. Oh! But make sure you get all the data."

"Yes, sir. It will be done."

Having sent all matters that didn't require me to talk over to the Factory

Arm, the number of people dropped a little, and I was able to catch my

breath.

The three simple receivers set up in the room all showed images of the

soldiers fighting. They were going all out while listening to the loreleis

sing.

I could only smile wryly at the fact that the showiest places were Aisha,

Hal and Kuu's, and Naden, Excel and Ruby's, all people I knew personally.

...Watching this, it does look like the music has an effect.

Listening to music elevated the power of the imagination, which had an

effect on magic. When cheerful music that urged the soldiers to fight

played, the attackers pushed forward, and when music played that made you

imagine a solid defense, the defenders pushed back.

The most impressive was the orchestral showdown between the theme

of "an action-adventure puzzle-solving game that featured a mark similar to

the Hojo Clan's family crest" vs. "the theme that played in the rebel army

base in the second installment of a major RPG everyone in Japan would

know." These were the pieces that gave me the strongest sense of offense

and defense.

I tried having them played together, and I could clearly see that when the

former played, the attackers gained momentum, and when the latter played,

the defenders rallied. These two themes could probably be used in actual

combat.

From the reports I'd seen, the presence of lyrics made no real difference.

That was likely because, on the battlefield, there was no time to listen to

them. However, in a situation where they could hear the lyrics, or where

they knew the words in advance, like with the Lunarian Orthodox hymn

that strengthened healing magic, the outcome might have been different. I

wanted to perform tests under a variety of different conditions, and record

lots of results.

"Your Majesty, we received a report from the medical team." The head

of the Work Songs Society, Morse, who had initially proposed this

experiment, brought me some papers.

"By the medical team, you mean the group that has the legal loli lorelei

Pamille Carol with them to test the effect of music on healing magic,

right?"

"Legal... Uh, what are you talking about?"

"Uh, never mind that part. How did it go?"

"...It really does seem like their ability to form a mental image is the

key," Morse said as he handed me the report. "When they cast healing

magic on the wounded while singing the Lunarian Orthodox hymn, the

effect was different depending on whether or not the injured soldiers were

believers of Lunarian Orthodoxy or not. This is a fascinating result."

"Hm? The magic relies on a mental image, right? Wasn't this the result

you anticipated?" I asked.

The ones who had an image of the hymn healing people were the

believers, right? If the followers of other faiths were told this was the mercy

of Lady Lunaria, it wasn't going to feel quite so real to them. In the country

I came from, everyone sang the hymns during weddings, but unless they

were Christian they probably didn't have any image of the Lord's grace.

When people prayed for divine intervention, it was either to Amaterasu,

or to the Buddha. Or maybe their ancestors. That's why I had a vague sense

that hymns would only work for followers of the same faith, but according

to Morse that was not the case.

"Sire. The predicted result was that adherence to Lunarian Orthodoxy

would only be relevant for the magic users. If songs have an effect on

magic, it should only influence the mages originally casting the spells."

"Hm... Oh! I see now. As the recipients, the wounded soldiers' faith

shouldn't matter at all. But it actually is involved somehow, you're saying."

"Yes. In short, recovery magic does not only exhibit a magical reaction

from the caster, but from the subject, too. It's truly fascinating." Morse

laughed with that handsome voice of his.

The recovery magic in this world cured external injuries by activating

the body's natural ability to heal. That was the explanation why it didn't

work on illnesses. Though the one elevating the body's natural ability to

heal was the caster, that ability itself belonged to the subject. In that case,

the mental image of the subject might be important, too.

"Is that why they have everyone sing the hymn when they use Area

Heal? Not to have the casters hear it, but to make the wounded imagine

themselves being healed."

"I imagine that's likely the case."

I didn't know if Lunarian Orthodoxy did that because they understood it.

Like Merula had said before, it might have become a custom because it was

most effective when they did it that way. From a routine, to a custom, to a

tradition, huh?

Then, perhaps having listened to our conversation, Ginger came and

handed me a report. "This is a report from that medical team. It seems there

were non-religious songs that increased the recovery effect, too. One

surprising choice was 'the song sung by three villains' from your world.

When people heard it, they said, 'I'm not gonna let them beat me,' and it

actually made them more energetic."

"Oh, so that sort of image works, too, huh..." I said. "Maybe in addition

to divine blessings, songs that make you envision relaxation and health,

immortality and indomitable spirit might have an effect, too."

Those three villains' song definitely had an image of invincibility and

indomitable spirit.

But a hospital (or church) with their theme playing, huh...? That sounded

fun, but it would also make this country seem even more absurd. I felt like

I'd get another lecture from Liscia, so I crossed my arms and groaned.

"We've made a discovery that should be useful to the research magic in

an unexpected place. The researchers at the Academy should be thrilled.

That alone is enough to have made this experiment worthwhile."

"Yes, I agree," Ginger replied. "I believe there is value in continuing the

research."

"I would like to continue with my research as well," Morse followed up.

This sort of experiment was too big to carry out easily, but they could

continue and develop their research using the data gathered here. Morse had

drifted to Ginger's Vocational School because of how preposterous his

research seemed, but views of him were bound to change now. If his studies

found acclaim, this research that had been overlooked as meaningless by

the Academy might be given the chance for further consideration.

That sort of academic development should become a great strength for

this country.

Unlike Fuuga's Malmkhitan, which bordered the Demon Lord's

Domain, we had nowhere to expand our territory without fighting an

external war. That was why we needed to develop on an academic and

technical level instead. We needed more and more powers, like our

knowledge in the field of medicine, and the carrier Hiryuu, which other

countries did not possess.

While I was thinking about that, "Ah!" Ginger suddenly mumbled to

himself.

"What is it?"

"It seems something has happened on the battlefield." Ginger was

pointing towards the place where Aisha and the others' battle was

unfolding.

◇ ◇ ◇

"Hahhhhhhhhhh!"

"Whoa?!"

Though Kuu blocked a swing of Aisha's greatsword with his cudgel, he

was still sent flying a good distance. He used his agility to flip through the

air and land on his feet, but there was cold sweat running down his cheeks.

"S-Scary, scary. If I hadn't jumped in time with the impact, I'd have

been crushed, weapon and all."

"Hahh... Hahh... Her strength's in another league, isn't it?"

Halbert, who was winded from having been sent flying earlier, lined up

beside Kuu.

They were both very capable, and were now fighting together, but were

still unable to land a single effective blow on Aisha.

Kuu put on a forced smile as he wiped his brow. "Ookyakya... You're so

strong it's not even funny anymore, Bro's Wife #2. Is Bro gonna be okay

living the newlywed life with her when he's such a weakling himself?"

"...Oh, that explains it," Halbert said.

"Huh?"

"Earlier, I heard him grumbling, 'My back hurts thanks to Aisha...'"

"...Not his hips? Just what are those two getting up to?"

Kuu seemed a little put off by this revelation, but Aisha must have heard

them, because her brown skin turned a brighter shade of red.

"N-N-N-N-Nothing really, I just forgot my promise... and squeezed a

little too tight..."

Isn't it dangerous if she can accidentally injure his back like that?! they

both thought in unison.

The two were even more weirded out now. In order to mask her

embarrassment, Aisha swung her sword even harder. They still somehow

managed to dodge the blades of wind that she produced with each swing.

"Whoa, watch out! She's not holding back anymore!"

"Ookyakya! Scary, but... it's not a bad situation. Hey, redhead!"

"What is it, whitehead?!"

"We're gonna keep Aisha's focus on us for a while."

"...Sounds like you've got a plan. I'm in."

They closed in while dodging Aisha's blades of wind, then, as they

swung their cudgel and spear at her, they spoke with their normal voices.

"What do you talk about in bed with Souma?"

"Is Bro ever proactive in bed?"

They decided to use dirty talk to catch her attention. When Aisha heard

them, she turned an even deeper red.

"A-A-As if I could ever tell!"

Aisha kept swinging her greatsword, trying to pull the two of them

apart. The two had done a brilliant (?) job of getting her attention. Then,

sensing now was the time, Kuu raised his left hand.

Just at that moment, the track that began playing was the main theme to

the game adaptation of a manga about a hard-boiled sniper. Then...

...Whoosh!

Something flew over Aisha's ear from far in the distance. She turned to

her side, and saw an arrow coming straight towards her, and Leporina, who

must have fired that arrow, standing on a large boulder.

A sniper?! Oh, no!

Aisha tried to chase off the incoming arrow, but it came directly after

Hal and Kuu's attacks, leaving her off balance. There was no way to dodge

or block it like this.

Am I out of options? she thought, only to be interrupted by the sound of

hooves and the whinny of a horse...

"You let your guard down too much, Aisha."

The person who came riding in on a white horse cut the arrow down.

When they saw who the sudden interloper was, everyone's eyes went wide.

"Lady Liscia?!" Aisha exclaimed.

"Whaa?! Bro's Wife #1?!"

"Huh?! The princess... No, the queen?! Why is she here?!"

"It looks like fun, so I want in," Liscia said with a smile. "Aisha, leave

the rabbit over there to me. You stop these two."

"...Oh! U-Understood!"

Having come to her senses, Aisha managed to give that much of a

response, and then Liscia was off at a gallop, heading towards Leporina.

"Huh? I have to face Queen Liscia?! Master Kuu?!"

Kuu heard Leporina's bewildered cries in the distance, but unable to do

anything about them, he just gave her an off-handed, "Good luck!"

Leporina loosed arrows as she fled, but Liscia cut them out of the air as

she gave chase. The fleeing Leporina and pursuing Liscia. It was a scene

that looked like a rabbit hunt.

"Eeek! Stay away from meeee!"

"You're fast, and you've got good aim. But a challenge always gets me

fired up."

Liscia looked like she was having fun, and she kept chasing the tearyeyed Leporina. As he watched, Kuu couldn't help but mutter, "All of Bro's

wives are a little too energetic..."

"...You've got a point."

Halbert could find no words to disagree with him.

◇ ◇ ◇

"Liscia's so full of life," I said to myself, sighing as I watched her enjoy

her rabbit hunt on the other side of the simple receiver.

She was really in her element. Having to look after the children all the

time lately must have left her itching for this. Cian and Kazuha were cute

enough that she didn't mind, but she was a warrior trained by Georg, and

she must have wanted to really let loose sometimes.

Suddenly, one of the bureaucrats came in and said, "Y-Your Majesty!

This is big!"

"What is? What happened?"

When I asked him, the bureaucrat caught his breath and gave his report.

"They've breached the walls! Please, head to the hall and prepare to meet

them at once!"

"They broke through... Seriously? I thought it was a stalemate..."

I looked to the simple receivers, but all I saw was my wives and

companions fighting, the same as before. No matter where I looked, it

seemed like the fighting was even.

"Yes. The heads of the attacking and defending teams have thrown the

major players at one another, so the places that are being recorded are all at

a stalemate. However, in the more ordinary spots, the ones not picked up by

the broadcast, there was an ordinary fight, fought with ordinary means, and

it has broken through the walls in an ordinary way."

"Oh... Yeah, I guess that makes sense. It's not like we're seeing the

whole battlefield."

I was satisfied with their explanation. There was fighting in the places

Ludwin and Excel weren't concerned with, too, and a result had been

decided there.

"It's not really a satisfying conclusion, but... I guess that can't be helped.

I'll take it on board as something to learn from."

I didn't know if we would be doing this a second time, but if we did, I

wouldn't have them fight in a big, chaotic melee like this. There would be

proper routes, and the broadcast jewels would be placed along them.

I feel like that'll bring it closer to *******'s Castle, though.

"Sire, hurry."

"Yeah, I know. I'm going."

At the bureaucrat's urging, I returned to the hall where I gave my initial

speech.

◇ ◇ ◇

"...And so, the winners are the attacking team! Also, the special award

for the person who did the most to make things the most exciting goes to

Miss Dran for blowing away both Silvan and Akki Taitei."

"Yayyyyyyy!" ← The crowd roaring.

"...Th-Thanks." ← Carla wanting to crawl into a hole and die.

"Whew, it's all done. Lady Roroa was cute as a button, and the whole

project was pretty interesting, on the whole, I'd say."

"Yes. Lady Aisha was as strong and cool as ever."

With the song battle over, Lucy and Velza, who were both at a restaurant

with a terrace overlooking the fountain plaza, both gave their opinions.

Tomoe nodded in satisfaction as she sipped her tea. "Big Sister Liscia

was so brave and wonderful, too. And Naden was cool."

"The fighting was incredible, but the loreleis' performances were

amazing, too. That duet between Madam Juna and Madam Komari was

simply enthralling," Ichiha added enthusiastically.

Tomoe noticed that Yuriga was watching the broadcast in silence. There

was no enjoyment on her face, only seriousness.

"What's wrong, Yuriga?" she asked.

"...Hm?" Yuriga grunted hesitantly. She inclined her head towards

Tomoe as if to say, "What?"

"No, um... it's just that you were just staring so intently."

"Ohh... I guess I was, huh? I spent the whole time thinking about the

purpose of this broadcast. If he's doing something on this large a scale,

there must be some reason for it."

"P-Purpose..."

Tomoe jumped a little at the mention of it. She had heard from Souma

that this was all to, "Investigate the effect of music on magic." But that

information had not been made public. They might figure it out much later,

but for now, the people only saw it as another show.

"Big Brother is trying to put on broadcasts that will entertain the people.

I guess this is part of that," Tomoe said. "Look, everyone seems to have

enjoyed it, right?"

"Is that a job for the king?" Yuriga said with a sigh. "Honestly, your

brother isn't regal at all, is he?"

"Huh? Uh! Well... Yeah."

Tomoe was (only slightly) miffed to hear her speak so disrespectfully

about the brother she admired. Still, if it meant Yuriga would be satisfied

with that answer, that was for the best, so she didn't push back.

"Did you really think I'd buy that?"

"Huh?!"

Yuriga stared at Tomoe with eyes that seemed to see everything. As

Tomoe shuddered, Yuriga shrugged her shoulders in dismay.

"I've gradually come to understand it, too. The way your brother's

politics work, I mean. I know the things he does that look pointless often

aren't, and the events he seems to have put no thought into have some

deeper intent lurking in the shadows. Even if I can't figure out what that is."

"......"

As Tomoe sat there, unable to respond, Yuriga stared at the broadcast

image of Souma. "He's someone my brother is wary of, after all. I guess

you could say that while I may not know what he's thinking, I know he's

thinking something, at least."

"Yuriga, you're..."

Tomoe felt like she saw something in Yuriga's eyes that resembled the

big sister she admired. Liscia once told Souma, "I may not have faith in

you, but I do trust you." ...and Tomoe was reminded of that now. Souma did

all these crazy, off-the-wall things, but she knew there was a reason he did

them.

Maybe Yuriga feels the same, Tomoe thought. Come to think of it...

Yuriga's personality is similar to Big Sister's, too.

As a princess who was serious, with a strong will that would not bend

once she made up her mind, and a willingness to take up the sword to fight

herself, it was true she had a lot in common with Liscia. Even more than

Tomoe did, though that was to be expected because they were not bloodrelated sisters.

In that case... I wonder if Yuriga will grow up to be like Big Sister. She

admired Liscia, but though her ability to talk to animals was a valuable

asset, it was not suited to combat. No matter how hard she tried, she likely

couldn't be a brave warrior like Liscia.

But Yuriga had that potential.

That's... kind of frustrating. Tomoe clenched her fists. This was the first

inkling of feminine pride inside Tomoe.

The fact was, though she couldn't touch Yuriga in the realm of physical

abilities, in terms of academics, she far exceeded her. This was to be

expected, since they each had their own specialties, but Tomoe's newfound

pride as a woman could not accept the loss when it meant she was somehow

less of one.

I'm not the same type as Big Sister. I can try all I want, but Yuriga is the

one who'll be more like her. That's why I have to aim to be someone more

womanly than Big Sister... The image of her adoptive big brother's bluehaired partner flashed through Tomoe's mind.

The first secondary queen, Juna Souma. Though Juna was also a fighter,

her true value was in her beautiful appearance and her refined manner. This

was a lady that other women strove to emulate, and one who even Liscia

felt slightly inferior to as a woman. I want to be like her, too.

Tomoe felt like she could envision the future she wanted for herself. To

be a talented and sexy woman who could support her big brother politically.

I'll ask Juna for help when I get back. I need her to teach me to be a

more wonderful woman. So I won't lose to Yuriga. Tomoe worked herself up

as she clenched her fists.

The other four looked at her mystified.

From this day onward, Tomoe began to learn how to be a woman from

Juna, and took her first step towards becoming Tomoe the little devil, who

played havoc with the lives of men around her (primarily Souma, Hakuya,

and Ichiha), but... that's a story that comes a little later.