I Was Reincarnated as a Mob Noble, and I Swear I'll Protect the Villainess Who Got Married Off to Me No Matter What ~To Dodge Our Total Downfall, I Went All Out Training My Trash Skill [Super Recovery] Through Crazy Hard Work, and Before I Knew It, I Could Totally Wreck the Game Protagonist Who Condemned My Wife Easily - Chapter 4

Chapter 4: Starting to Build the Strongest Army with [Super Recovery]

“…We just figured out something seriously insane.”

Felix looked like he could barely hold back his excitement.

Same here, honestly.

“If we keep using [Super Recovery], eventually you’ll end up at the center of the strongest army in history, young master Zenon. This old Felix—getting this pumped at my age, blood boiling, muscles twitching with anticipation!”

Yeah, exactly.

In the game, the protagonist, Saintess Alicia was this super kind-hearted girl who used her [Miracle of Healing] aiming for a war where nobody on her side died.

She eventually built up an almost-undying army with basically zero casualties, but… could I maybe go even further than that?

“…Still, my MP’s way too low. I can only fire off one Heal a day right now.”

I was getting hyped, but yeah, the situation was still rough as hell.

To dodge total ruin, I had to keep making the best moves possible from here on out.

“If you could come back to the front lines, Felix, that’d be huge. Not under Father—fight with me as my subordinate against the empire army, yeah?”

“What… young master Zenon…!”

Normally, it’d make sense to send Felix over to Father’s camp as reinforcements.

But I wanted to keep this valuable asset right here with me.

Even if I told Father I healed Felix with my version of the [Miracle of Healing], he probably wouldn’t buy it that easy.

Healing his eye would prove it in one shot, but if I tried going to see him again, I’d just get punched out cold like last time.

I’ve got game knowledge—the empire army’s formation, their weak spots, all that.

If I could move the Greivan border count army exactly how I wanted, we’d have a solid shot at pushing them back. But after disappointing him this bad, Father’s not gonna listen to a word I say.

So fine—I’ll build my own independent force I can control freely and fight the empire with that.

“Ha! This Felix pledges his sword to you, young master Zenon, the next head of the house! Use my strength however you see fit!”

Felix trembled with emotion and dropped to one knee in front of me.

“Thanks, man. Alright, first thing—sell off every single vase in Father’s collection and use the money to hire a mercenary band.”

“Huh…? Uh…”

Felix looked totally thrown off.

“I need soldiers who’ll be my arms and legs. Father’s gonna lose his shit, but winning comes first.”

“A-Are you really sure about this? Those are the lord’s prized vases…”

“Obviously. He kept buying stupidly expensive ones just calling ’em heirlooms. Should fetch enough to hire like 1,500 guys, right?”

Even if they’re low-quality, low-number mercs, once I buff ’em with [Super Recovery], they should hold their own against the empire army.

“To save the lives of the people here, you’re willing to face the lord’s wrath… That’s truly admirable!”

“The people’s lives…?”

Huh? I’m just grinding my ass off to avoid my own doom…

Of course I wanna save Felix and the kitchen crew and everyone who’s been good to me, but I hadn’t really thought about it as “for the territory’s people” or whatever.

Eh, whatever.

“Also, can you reach out to the Austin marquis house and ask ’em to send me some backup troops? Their daughter and I are technically engaged, so even just out of obligation, they might lend me like 1,000 soldiers.”

Gotta scrape together as many troops as I possibly can for now.

“…I’m truly sorry for the delay in telling you, but unfortunately, yesterday the Austin marquis house sent word that they wish to nullify the engagement between you and their daughter.”

“Huh? Oh… yeah, right…”

Well, figures.

No way a noble lady would wanna marry some guy with zero future and a trash skill.

I knew it deep down, but I’d met the Austin marquis daughter just once and she was a total beauty, so it still kinda bummed me out.

“Instead, your engagement has been decided with Lady Valeria from the Asphodel ducal house—one of the kingdom’s greatest noble families.”

“…Huh?”

For a second I just froze, brain not processing what he said.

Did I hear that wrong? The Asphodel ducal house is tied to the royal family—a super prestigious name, called the sword of the kingdom.

“Why the hell would a daughter from a family like that get sent off to marry into this backwater borderland?”

…Wait, hold up.

Valeria Asphodel…? That name rang a bell.

“The lord and Duke Asphodel were classmates at the noble academy and best friends back in their student days. Relying on that old bond, last night the lord used communication magic to talk it over with the duke and hurriedly arranged the match to protect this land.”

“…Didn’t know they had that kinda connection.”

Yeah, no kidding—nobles are required to attend the academy for three years starting at 15 precisely to build those kinds of networks and alliances.

If I don’t die in this war, I was supposed to head there this year too.

“Ha, Lady Valeria has already set out for this territory. As her escort, eighty elite knights and mages hand-picked from the ducal house’s prized Schwarz Ritter order are accompanying her.”

“That’s pretty rushed… So basically, a political marriage for backup troops…?”

“Ha! Exactly right!”

Eighty Schwarz Ritter might not sound like much, but they’re literally called the kingdom’s strongest. In a world where one top-tier warrior equals a thousand regular soldiers, those eighty are worth about ten thousand troops.

That’s seriously reassuring!