Became a Medieval Fantasy Wizard-Chapter 319

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Ian confused the King of Men with darkness, then defeated the undead with holy power.

It seemed simple when put that way...

"What exactly happened...?"

"I don't know either."

"The wizard... won!"

Those who didn't understand the process thought Ian had defeated the undead with incredible magic!

From ordinary servants and bandits-

"...Truly remarkable."

"I-is that magic?!"

"Yes. That's a wizard's true power."

To Salvador and Savage.

"What... was that..."

Even Bertholdt.

Trying to break Ian's interference magic, Bertholdt was greatly startled when rays of light suddenly poured down.

And when he came to his senses, the King of Men was dead!

'How did he do it?!'

Bertholdt didn't know what happened in the darkness.

He never imagined Ian could use holy magic too.

"No... how did you make that!"

Bertholdt screamed as if coughing blood.

Without question, the King of Men was the strongest undead a necromancer could create.

His masterpiece made with blood and sweat!

How could it fall to Ian's hands!

"Seems it's over."

A woman walked out from behind Bertholdt.

After briefly surveying the battlefield, she snorted in disbelief.

"This Ian fellow. Is he some god of magic?"

"...What?"

"That guy used holy magic."

Bertholdt's jaw dropped.

He knew Ian could use fire magic, shadow magic, and various other spells...

But holy magic?

Well, he could use it. Holy magic was the magic of the faithful.

But holy magic powerful enough to defeat the King of Men required someone at the level of a high priest.

It was impossible for someone who learned it as a hobby!

"This will certainly inflame the Regent's obsession."

Despite losing the black dragon, Antios's fixation on Ian had only grown stronger.

He must have seen through Ian's unreasonable potential.

"..."

"Wake up, Bertholdt. We need to flee soon."

Bertholdt looked up at the woman with resentful eyes.

"Did you know this would happen?"

Maybe she did.

She was a space-time wizard after all.

Her name was Larabel.

Once an evil wizard who used space-time magic for personal gain, she had been driven away after being defeated by Ian.

"Perhaps?"

"What kind of answer-"

"Space-time wizards aren't gods, idiot. Space-time magic glimpses the most likely future among countless possibilities."

Bertholdt gritted his teeth but couldn't bring himself to snap at Larabel.

Like it or not, Larabel was his lifeline here.

She had [Space Movement] magic after all...

"Holy magic? Holy magic?!"

"Save the chatter for later. We're leaving first."

Larabel prepared space movement magic.

Almost simultaneously, Ian appeared before the two wizards using flight magic.

Ian was bewildered to find Larabel.

"You...!"

"It's been a while, Wizard Ian. You're looking well?"

"...Who are you?"

Damn. I've seen her somewhere. Where was it?

Larabel shouted with a reddened face:

"We met in the Devosi Barony! You idiot!"

"Ah... now I remember. Didn't Gerard catch you then?"

Larabel gave an evil smile.

"Yes. Gerard caught me then."

"Did you escape?"

"No! Gerard isn't that careless a wizard."

Ian frowned slightly.

If she hadn't escaped.

What was Larabel doing here?

"I made a deal, kid."

"A deal?"

"I don't know what you think of Gerard. But he's not someone you can trust."

"..."

"He's a pitiful slave to fate. No, actually all space-time wizards are slaves to fate."

Larabel giggled.

"Because they know the future, they can only move by attaching reasons to every action. Gerard's no different!"

Ian said in disbelief:

"You're talking like some final boss..."

"Final boss?"

"But aren't you really bad at space-time magic?"

"..."

"All your prophecies were wrong too."

Larabel's face turned bright red as she shouted:

"T-they can be wrong sometimes!"

Ian nodded.

At least she had the conscience not to claim she was good at magic!

In any magic, skill differences clearly existed.

Compared to Gerard, Larabel was a small fry space-time wizard.

Though Ian wasn't too concerned about her running with black wizards...

'She made a deal with Gerard?'

Gerard had never told Ian about that.

Actually, he only ever said exactly what was needed before disappearing, rarely engaging in any personal chat.

"Let me give you advice! Ian!"

Larabel shouted while raising her finger.

"If you drop everything and return to Talian right now! Good things will happen to you!"

"Good things?"

"A pit of fate blocks your path-! If you act recklessly, you'll be ruined!"

Ooh. A chilling prophecy.

Strangely opposite to Gerard's prophecy.

Gerard hadn't tried to stop Ian's journey.

Rather, he'd almost pushed Ian forward, prophesying about possible dangers on the road.

Believe Gerard vs Believe Larabel?

That's how it felt.

"Whatever you say. I'm still going south."

"What a foolish decision..."

"Honestly, I can't trust your words."

Ian said casually.

"Your prophecies. Aren't they pretty useless?"

"What an insult-!"

"It's written all over your companion's face?"

Larabel whipped her head around, and Bertholdt hurriedly tried to control his expression.

Honestly... Bertholdt didn't trust Larabel's abilities either.

She hadn't even properly prophesied the outcome of this battle!

"If you want to prove your skill, try giving more specific prophecies."

"You want free prophecies? No way!"

Ian quickly threw Anor-lsil.

But Larabel was slightly faster.

"Fate will devour you-!"

With a curse like a scream, Larabel and Bertholdt vanished.

Anor-lsil stuck in the frozen ground.

Ian retrieved his magic sword and returned.

Though an unexpected battle had occurred, they'd achieved a great victory.

"W-we won-!"

"Waaaaaah!"

The servants who'd escaped death rejoiced the most.

Sir Salvador, Belenka, Kira and Maria were happy too-

But some people still couldn't smile.

"Caw! Master!"

Oberon landed on Ian's staff tip with flapping wings.

[How dare a lowly creature sit on whose head-]

"He can sit if he wants?"

[-What fortune to receive such honor! Truly lucky bastard!]

Asu hissed but didn't chase Oberon away, watching Ian's reaction(...).

Oberon called out to Ian in human speech:

"Hey! Bad guy!"

"What?"

"Bad guy! Caw!"

While this was completely normal to Ian's companions.

Savage and the bandits were literally bug-eyed with shock.

"H-he's talking with a crow!"

"He can't really be talking! He must be pretending!"

Most bandits thought Ian was just pretending to talk with animals.

But when Oberon soon found someone, they covered their mouths in shock.

"Aesis. So you're alive."

"Ah... yes... um..."

It was Aesis, the minstrel-cum-informant-cum-assassin.

They'd briefly lost track of him in the chaos.

He had been hiding to avoid the fight.

"Didn't run away?"

"...Haven't received the final payment from the black wizards yet."

Ian smacked Aesis's head with his staff.

"Ow!"

"Such touching professional spirit. So. Were you planning to get paid by Bertholdt if I lost?"

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"N-nothing personal!"

Ian hit Aesis again.

Why?

Just because he felt like it.

Watching Aesis get beaten, Savage gulped hard.

'They say skilled wizards have weird temperaments...'

That rumor was true!

Ian's skill was obvious even to a blind person.

Not only incredibly skilled, but with a nasty temper too...!

'I love it!'

Savage was thoroughly impressed with Ian.

He was a fashionable(?) madman who got excited by violence and madness.

Following such an exceptional wizard...

He'd surely get to witness incredible madness!

"You bastard!"

Savage picked up a stick from the ground and promptly hit Aesis.

"Ow...?"

Aesis was startled, then looked at Savage in disbelief.

Ok, Ian made sense but.

Why are you hitting me???(Really don't know)

Ian was equally bewildered and asked Savage:

"What are you doing?"

"I saw the wizard punishing a traitor! Thought I'd help a bit!"

Traitor?

"Hmm. You were my enemy until like 30 minutes ago?"

"But aren't we comrades who faced the same monster together?!"

Savage looked to Sir Salvador for agreement.

Salvador burst into weak laughter.

Being a mercenary by birth, he didn't particularly dislike rough men.

"Well... becoming enemies or allies depending on contracts is normal."

"What do you think, Sir Salvador?"

"We were planning to hire mercenaries anyway. Their help might not be bad."

Savage prostrated himself with a broad smile.

Ian was briefly impressed.

Not even from a Confucian country, yet performing such a clean full bow!

You've got talent as a scholar...!

"Thank you! My lord!"

Actually, Ian could have dealt with Savage however he wanted.

The fight was over and Bertholdt had fled.

No one would care about the lives of mercenaries hired by a necromancer to make corpses.

There'd be no consequences for killing them but...

Ian took Salvador's advice and decided to use Savage as a temporary mercenary.

The stronger the front line, the better for a wizard.

'...!'

Seeing Savage successfully switch sides, other bandits rushed forward.

They were dead men unless they surrendered anyway.

They ran past Ian straight to Aesis.

"???"

"Die! You traitor!"

"W-wait! I'm on your side...!"

The bandits beat up Aesis one after another(...) trying to prove their innocence.

Aesis felt so wronged!

Hey, I'm in the same boat as you guys...!

"Can't miss out on this."

Even Belenka casually looked for a branch.

"You want in too?"

Belenka smiled with pure malice.

"Yeah. Looks fun, doesn't it?"

"..."

These, these medieval barbarians.

Ian shook his head but-

People were already beating up Aesis like they were enjoying some traditional game.

Aesis became like a piñata screaming:

"Lord Wizard! Save me! Lord Wizard-!"

It was a happy moment for everyone except Aesis.

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