Magic Caster of Destroy

“Well, your Majesty brought up the topic first.....how about using your Majesty’s magic?”

The queen waved her finger to deflect the minister's suggestion. So this was all he knew about magic. Draudiron could only smile bitterly.

“Wild Magic... in this case, it’s usable by a human being because 1/8th of the blood in me belongs to a dragon. In the worst case scenario, it will only delay the destruction of the country. So it will be our last resort.”

“Last resort....I hope that day won't come. Then I will try to seek reinforcements again from the Slane Theocracy.”

“Please do~”

The minister glared coldly at Draudiron, as she replied in her adorable little girl’s voice.

“Just so, Your Majesty. Incidentally, if you have the energy to spare, please write thirty letters of encouragement to the officers at the frontline. In children's handwriting, of course.”

“Ueeeh~ Bring me alcohol! I can't write like that when I’m sober.”

“Understood, you can drink and get drunk all you want. But, finish your work by today.”

The minister bowed, and left the room.

After looking in the direction that he went for a while, she looked back down to her own hands.

“Wild Magic, huh...”

Wild Magic was different from typical magic because it was powered by souls, rather than mana.

Therefore, it required the sacrifice of a lot of people, and the released souls would allow the casting of a powerful spell. According to her grandfather, magic like this could create an explosion that could rival the Platinum Dragon Lord’s ultimate attack.

However, for a person far weaker than a Dragon Lord like her, the sacrifice to initiate that sort of spell would be huge, estimated to be in the millions.

Draudiron covered her face with her hands.

She shuddered as she realized that no matter which path she chose, both would lead to hell―

Overlord Volume 9 Chapter 3

Another Battle

Translators: Nigel, Rockgollem, SifaV6

Editors/Proofreaders: Namo-Namo, Skythewood, Ferro, M, Noir-chan

Part 1

With the clamoring created by the armies stationed at E-Rantel as they prepared for the upcoming battle echoing behind his back, the first prince Barbro Andrean Ield Ryle Vaiself’s current mood was extremely sour as he advanced with his troops towards the north.

“Shit. All because of that Marquis Raeven…”

Barbro could not help but let out a curse.

During the demonic disturbance, his younger brother borrowed men from Marquis Raeven and was able to raise his reputation by patrolling the streets within the capital, leaving behind an image of someone who was capable of taking action during emergencies and was not afraid of going to the frontlines. This was viewed favorably amongst the nobles, causing many of those who supported the first prince Barbro, to change their opinion. Although Marquis Raeven might have played a hand in this as well, a number of nobles had already begun to support the second prince as the next heir.

Not having taken action during the demonic disturbance proved to be a fatal mistake.

The reason why Barbro remained at the palace and did not appear on the frontline was because he had no available pawns to use at that time.

That was the correct decision to make. Going by himself to the frontline would not have made any difference, and he most likely would have ended up becoming a burden instead. Furthermore, there was the possibility that the palace might also get attacked.

If it were not for the subordinates that Marquis Raeven provided, his brother would not have been able to patrol the streets.

Barbro believed his judgement was correct. However, those fools could not even realise that and ended up becoming deceived by what their eyes saw. In the end, everything went according to what Marquis Raeven had initially planned.

“Can those guys not even comprehend the motives behind his actions? Furthermore, all they did was scamper around the city. They didn’t even participate in any of the battles against the demons.”

If his brother had stepped onto the battlefield, he most likely would have revealed his pathetic side to the public. When he thought of it that way, it showed just how terrifyingly capable Marquis Raeven was at using his head.

Also, there was another reason why Barbro’s mood had been foul all day long.

The reason being that he was forced to head over to this backwater village called Carne.

The fight for the throne would have to be put off for later.

In the upcoming battle with the Empire, Barbro had to let the world know of his existence as the first prince of the Kingdom. To make his name known as the next heir of the Kingdom, and to take back what was rightfully his from his brother.