Became a Medieval Fantasy Wizard-Chapter 312

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Though Ian had mastered various mysteries, there was still one he hadn't encountered.

The mystery of time and space.

Time and space were both the clearest truths composing the world and mysteries that everyone knew but no one could understand.

What is space? What kind of beings are we who live in that space? Why do we move from existence to non-existence, and why does time flow from future to past?

Answering these questions would require advanced physics knowledge and discourse about the universe.

Ian was neither a physicist nor an astronomer.

He only had basic knowledge like 'The universe was probably created by the Big Bang~' and knew only that 'There's a theory that time was created by the expansion of the universe~'.

Actually, even physics majors couldn't answer these questions precisely.

If answers existed, humanity would have already developed teleporters or time machines.

But...

In this barbaric and primitive medieval fantasy world, there existed wizards who understood and utilized time and space.

Those who could foresee the future and handle teleportation magic.

The space-time wizards.

Time and space were [modern mysteries] that hadn't fully revealed their secrets even to modern people.

Ironically, medieval fantasy wizards could converse with them precisely because they couldn't penetrate the secrets of space-time.

Conversing with incomprehensible beings - that is, with mysteries - was wizards' specialty.

"Gerard. Becoming a space-time wizard..."

"A branch has come to you."

The mystery of space-time was one of the hardest mysteries for humans to approach.

Just as the mystery of darkness Ian handled was very difficult for ordinary wizards to find, the mystery of space-time could only be handled by those born with space-time's interest.

That's why Ian couldn't learn space-time magic.

But now, Gerard told Ian.

A branch had come where he could learn space-time magic.

"Space-time wizard is one of many possibilities given to you."

"...I see."

Since opportunities to learn space-time magic came very rarely and extremely limitedly, there was over 99% chance of missing it without another space-time wizard's guidance.

So the birth of new space-time wizards almost always depended on guidance from existing ones.

"By possibility, you mean there are futures where I don't become a space-time wizard?"

"Of course."

Like all space-time wizard prophecies, there was no compulsion.

Ian could become a space-time wizard, or not.

But Gerard's added [condition] was rather chilling.

"When I want to give up everything."

"..."

"Is that a prophecy, Gerard?"

Gerard nodded.

The motion was slightly heavier than usual.

"Space-time wizards see various futures."

Gerard said.

"We can know which futures reach which destinations. But we can't know which direction reality will flow."

"Because the present is chaotic."

"Exactly. While future and past are fixed, everything in the present churns. Even minor accidents frequently change the future entirely."

That's why space-time wizards didn't carelessly speak prophecies.

It only made an already chaotic present even more chaotic.

"Ian. You have enemies."

"..."

"I see futures where you defeat your enemies, and futures where you submit to them simultaneously."

Most futures space-time wizards saw were like that.

Rather than definitively stating 'Ian will win the coming battle'.

Space-time wizards' future alteration was guiding reality toward either 'the future where Ian wins' or 'the future where Ian loses'.

Oh, Ian won? Well, then the future goes this way.

Oh? Ian lost? Then it's that way?

"If... you grow tired of life in reality. The path of becoming a space-time wizard exists, Ian."

Ian shrugged.

It wasn't particularly appealing.

"If I become a space-time wizard, I'd be like you, right?"

"Like me?"

"Unable to say a word about the future. Running around working hard everywhere trying to bring reality to the future decided by the space-time wizard council. That kind of person."

Gerard showed a rare smile.

"Sharp insight. So accurate it's almost unfair."

The future of becoming a space-time wizard was clearly just one of many possibilities.

"Then Ian. Go forth and challenge fate."

Gerard turned his back to Ian.

"Fight and settle things. Whichever path you walk, I'll sincerely cheer you on."

Ian answered with a smile.

"Instead of cheering, couldn't you give some helpful advice?"

Surprisingly, Gerard nodded.

Wow! This works?

"Beware the man in green clothes. Then good things will happen."

"...?"

"Well then."

With those final words, Gerard melted away into the bare forest.

Ian watched the space-time wizard's retreating figure while exhaling white breath.

Whatever future awaited Ian.

He would move forward.

'Should head back.'

---

Ian returned to Talian Hall alone.

And thought briefly.

He'd learn space-time magic right away if the conditions were decent.

What? Learn it when he wants to give up?

Better not learn it at all.

It was a meaningless offer to someone like Ian who was happy with his current life.

Especially thinking about after the journey ended.

Planning to settle in Talian for about 5 years.

Learning space-time magic didn't really matter either way.

And who knows?

5 years might stretch to 10, 15 years.

...Though Ian wasn't a space-time wizard, he somehow felt such a future awaited him.

If Lucy and Kira had babies, he probably wouldn't travel like now.

'...Medieval people become adults so fast.'

Actually, modern people were the ones marrying late.

Coming from a world overflowing with unmarried people in their 30s to one where you were called an old bachelor/maid in your late 20s, the gap felt huge.

'After meeting the Sky God.'

Ian hurried his steps while stretching lazily.

"Oh. Ian. You're back?"

"???"

Returning to Talian Hall, an unfamiliar person had arrived.

A traveler wearing a green hat and green windbreaker...

'A man in green clothes?!'

Ian instantly recalled Gerard's 'prophecy'.

Wasn't it that good things would happen if he was careful of men in green clothes?

"Belenka, who is this...?"

"Ah. A traveler from the south."

The man greeted Ian with an elegant hand gesture.

"Pleased to meet you, noble one. I am Aesis, a minstrel."

"A minstrel?"

The man in green's name was not Zelda... but Aesis.

Even saying he was a minstrel.

"He says he watched the war in the south then immediately fled north."

Though it could sound insulting depending on interpretation, Aesis calmly nodded.

"I saw Duke Fargar leading his army. The Duke's valiant forces literally swept away Rashin's rabble. Like waves washing away a sand pile."

Belenka listened to Aesis's story with fascinated eyes.

Being a minstrel, his storytelling skill was excellent.

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"You watched quite a battle."

"One of the most glorious moments in my life."

Being a knight, Belenka showed great interest in others' war stories.

...But Ian couldn't focus on Aesis's tale at all.

'Is this the guy?'

Beware green clothes.

The space-time wizard's warning wouldn't leave Ian's mind.

Medieval minstrels were welcomed everywhere.

"These green clothes are a minstrel's symbol."

"Oh ho."

"Wearing green clothes, we rarely get attacked first."

Rarely meant they still got attacked sometimes.

Minstrels were medieval singers and storytellers.

Medieval songs largely fell into two categories.

First were folk songs.

Rootless songs hummed by village farmers, later called the root of all roots among people's songs.

Folk songs were so trivial that almost no one except laborers sang them. They didn't want to hear them either.

Why would anyone want to hear songs others sing while farming?

Second were sacred songs.

Starting with songs priests created for religious ceremonies, they spread among priests and monks.

In medieval times, almost all professional songwriters were religious people.

When wondering who would dedicate themselves to things unrelated to survival, guessing religious people was right over half the time.

Because religious people didn't care about survival issues...

They spent their spare time on non-productive work making books and songs.

Having nothing but time, the songs religious people ground out were quite excellent.

There was just one minor issue.

"[Heaven's grace falls like rain~]"

"...What's he saying?"

Namely, the lyrics were incomprehensible!

"Just ancient language. All priests' hymns are like that."

Minstrel Aesis said he'd sing a quick song, and sang none other than a famous hymn.

Though quite tacky by modern standards, it was a very natural song choice for medieval people.

Originally all good songs were made in temples.

That's what they did after eating!

Not surprisingly, everyone except Ian and Sister Mionia couldn't understand Aesis's lyrics.

People who knew ancient language were naturally rare.

"How was it?"

"I liked it. Lucy, what about you?"

"Um... felt like sitting in a temple."

Though brutally honest feedback, Aesis didn't look hurt.

It was Ian who had requested the song anyway.

"If Lord Ian enjoyed it, I'm satisfied."

Aesis said with a smile.

"You must have enjoyed it more since you understood the lyrics."

Ian thought briefly.

'The lyrics are fine.'

Aesis's ancient language skill was excellent.

Almost no jarring pronunciation.

"Kira."

Ian secretly called Kira to talk privately.

"About Aesis's song. How did it sound to you?"

Kira tilted her head slightly.

"Not bad... but not good either."

"Really?"

"Yeah. With that skill level, he'd have trouble making a living anywhere."

This was the assessment of Kira who had traveled with professional performers since childhood.

Ian trusted Kira's evaluation.

'A minstrel with good ancient language skills but poor singing ability...?'

Ian looked at Aesis again.

'What's with this guy?'

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