I Became a Civil Servant Who Can Use Magic

“Oh Goddess!”

Thud.
The baron commanding the fortress and his troops prostrated themselves on the ground as soon as they saw Loen.

“Wow! When did you ascend to godhood, Loen?”
“I don’t know either.”

As a result of casting large-scale area-of-effect magic, Loen was suddenly treated as a goddess.

A mana storm raging as if the world was collapsing.

Boom!

“Hold out until the end..”
“Keep pushing-”

Everyone fighting inside the fortress stopped moving for a moment.

Screams from beyond the walls.
Thunder sounds as if tearing the sky apart.

Everyone’s gaze turned towards outside the walls at the eerie breaking sounds that continued afterwards. People’s gazes gradually turned upwards. And finally, everyone saw it.

A black-haired woman looking down on the battlefield from the sky.

Around that time, cracks began to form in the dark clouds due to the aftermath of the mana storm pouring down on the earth.

Small gaps opened up here and there in the sky that had been covered in black, and golden sunlight poured through the torn clouds.

One of those beams of light touched Loen. The golden radiance brightly illuminated her silhouette.
Like a halo.

It truly couldn’t be a more amazing coincidence.

Even if someone who knew her saw it, they would be confused thinking ‘Is this a god or what?’. Let alone soldiers who knew nothing, it wouldn’t be strange for them to believe it was the descent of a god.

It was truly the very embodiment of a goddess descending from heaven.

Contrasting emotions swirled between the two factions who witnessed that scene.

To the Reformist Faction, she clearly looked like a goddess who had come to extend a helping hand. Hope filled their eyes.

To the Traditionalist Faction, she certainly looked like a goddess who had come to deliver divine punishment. Despair settled in their eyes.

At that moment, the baron commanding the fortress quickly completed grasping the situation.

‘This is an opportunity!’

Any intellectual with some knowledge and education would obviously know that the woman floating in the sky is not a goddess.

Probably a 4-star mage or so. As for floating in the sky, well, she must have mastered flight magic that was only heard of in rumors.

But, is that important?

Whether she’s a goddess or not.
The truth doesn’t matter.

What’s important is that the soldiers are accepting her as a goddess.

And if their belief works in our favor…

‘Is there any need to deny it?’

Rather, there’s a need to imprint it more strongly.

That she is a goddess who came to save us and a being who promises victory.

“The Goddess has descended to this land to save us! Salvation has arrived!”
“Woah!”
“Goddess of Victory!”

The allied soldiers responded to the baron’s cry. Amidst that, another title was heard.

That’s not bad?
Not just a goddess, but the Goddess of Victory.

The baron shouted again.

“The Goddess of Victory has come to save us!”
“Wow!”

It was truly noble-like quick-wittedness.

The battle resumed. However, the situation was completely different from before.

The Reformist soldiers who had been on the defensive pushed forward instead.

On the other hand, the Traditionalist soldiers who were on the verge of capturing the fortress began to retreat.

The thunder sounds heard from beyond the walls and the cries about the descent of a goddess gradually broke their morale.

In the midst of the ongoing battle filled with blood and the sound of metal.

Clop clop clop-

The Count and Loen’s party burst into the fortress.

The Traditionalist soldiers reflexively turned around at the sudden sound of hoofbeats.

And what appeared in their sight was…

A dragon-kin girl covered in blood from head to toe with an eerie madness flowing from her eyes, and a black-haired goddess with a cold impression who had been looking down on the battlefield from the sky until just now.

“S-Surrender!”

Clang.
The sound of weapons dropping echoed from all directions.

Thus, the siege of Westra Fortress came to an end.

“Shut up! I decide when it ends!”
“Psyche, calm down.”
“Yes.”

Loen hurriedly grabbed Psyche, who was about to leap forward despite the enemy’s intention to surrender.

You’re not normal either, are you?
Loen sighed inwardly.

The Count’s party following behind her couldn’t hide their wry smiles.

To think it would end this easily…

“Then shall we go meet the fortress commander now?”
“Let’s do that.”

The Count replied in an even more polite tone to Loen’s words.

Clop, clop.
Loen advancing slowly on horseback.

Like the parting of the Red Sea, the enemy soldiers stepped aside with fear-filled eyes.

The moment they arrived in front of the commander who had been fighting desperately, passing by them.

“Oh Goddess!”

Thud.
The baron commanding the fortress and his troops prostrated themselves on the ground without hesitation.

“Wow! When did you ascend to godhood, Loen?”
“I don’t know either.”

Loen was bewildered. The Count’s party following behind was also bewildered. Only Psyche was excited, wagging her tail at the unexpected situation.

However, soon the Count’s party nodded. It’s understandable to mistake her for a god. Yes, indeed.

“I’m not a god-”
“Goddess!”

As Loen tried to correct the facts, the baron urgently cut off her words. At this, Loen turned her head and asked the Count for help.

“What’s wrong with this person? Count, do something.”
“I’ll talk to Baron Walter.”

The Count walked from his horse to the prostrated fortress commander. Then he bent his knee and helped him up.

“Baron Walter. Don’t be like this, stand up and speak.”
“Count Lidyte! Sob, I’m glad I didn’t give up hope until the end!”

The baron hugged the Count and shed tears of emotion.

“I knew you would come to save us!”

It was quite an eyesore to see a middle-aged man acting like this.

At this point, Loen became certain that this person called Baron Walter was by no means a normal individual.

And her prediction was exactly right.

“By the way, what do you mean by goddess?”
“Everyone here saw with their own eyes that she is the Goddess of Victory!”

The surrounding soldiers also nodded vigorously at the baron’s words. Goddess!

Then the baron moved his mouth and eyes energetically, sending a silent signal to the Count.

‘Count, do you really not understand my intention?’

Since ancient times, justification has been more important than anything in war.

In the end, it’s the soldiers who fight the war.
But without a plausible justification, their morale cannot be raised. At worst, they become a rabble only full of thoughts of running away.

In that sense, it was quite common to elevate a specific person as a hero to strengthen the justification for war.

Just on Earth, there’s a good example called Joan of Arc. A hero and saint who claimed to have received divine revelation.

Count Lidyte also knows the importance of justification better than anyone. Although young, he was once a noble who ruled the Barrier.

An invisible understanding was formed between the baron and the Count.

‘Baron. Actually, I was thinking something similar.’
‘As expected of you, Count!’

The Count’s mind raced quickly.

‘We succeeded in saving Westra Fortress, but the war situation is still unfavorable.’

While our forces are scattered, the enemy is stronger than ever. To overturn all this, a powerful centripetal force was needed.

But having already abandoned the city and fled, it was difficult for him to gain as much trust as before.

After various considerations, the Count made a decision.

“That’s right. In fact, this person is a goddess who descended to save the Barrier!”
“I knew it!”

Woah!
The soldiers’ cheers rang out.

Psyche also shouted among them.
Woah! Then what am I? The goddess’s apostle?

On the other hand, Loen’s eyes turned cold.
What are you trying to do?

However, she couldn’t pour cold water on the highly excited atmosphere…

She just kept her mouth shut.

‘Should I just return to headquarters?’

From that day on, rumors that a goddess had descended began to spread throughout the Barrier.

The Count’s army, which had only twenty people, swelled to 300 as the survivors from the fortress joined.
This is how it turned out after excluding personnel to stay behind at the fortress for cleanup.

And they transformed into the goddess’s army to punish the forces of the evil dark mage.

“It’s a holy war!”
“Wow! Holy war!”

Adding fuel to the fire, a plausible justification was added.

Now it had been elevated to a holy war to save the Barrier, led by none other than the Goddess of Victory.

“Psyche, where did that flag come from?”
“I picked it up inside the fortress!”
“I see..”

Holding a flag in her arms that she didn’t know where it came from, Psyche faithfully assisted by the goddess’s side.
Psyche was just happy.

After regrouping, they immediately advanced to their next destination.

On the way, their appearance of constantly shouting about holy war was.. just like fanatics.

Loen raised her arm high just in case, and cheers from the soldiers behind were heard.

Woah! The goddess raised her arm!

She secretly sighed.

‘Is this really okay?’

Such a worry flashed by, but what could she do now?

Once started, it has to be seen through to the end.
There was no way to stop here.