Became a Medieval Fantasy Wizard - Became a Medieval Fantasy Wizard chapter 61

61 – Episode 61

# 61

Galladin’s anticipated scenario was as follows:

First, the learned and knowledgeable scholar, Galladin, would perform the most important ritual when encountering an unfamiliar magician, [Summon Magician], with deep knowledge and common sense.

“This fake magician! Can’t he do it properly!”

“How dare he call me a fake magician! I can’t stand it! Witness my amazing magic!”

“Oh! Impressive. So, you’re not a fraud?”

The magician, deeply impressed by Galladin’s profound knowledge, says this.

“I’ve never seen anyone perform my summoning spell so perfectly! Who are you?”

“I am Galladin, serving Count Devois. Magician! I offer you the opportunity to work for the Count!”

“Oh! Count Devois! I will gladly follow you!”

… And so, with a whistle, Galladin leads the magician to his estate.

Everything went according to plan.

In theory, that is.

But the situation did not unfold as Galladin had expected.

“What? How did you know?”

Ian thought that his creation of fake magic potions had been exposed.

So, he was taken aback…

“Just a moment?”

But soon, Ian understood the situation and regained his composure.

“You didn’t draw your sword?”

This was the medieval era.

Here, swords were closer than the law, and even judges had to carry swords to enforce justice (or romance?).

But someone like that man, who only complained about Ian without drawing his sword from a distance…

It was too peaceful and gentlemanly.

If that man had really been harmed by Ian’s fake magic potion, he would have brought mercenaries and caused a commotion, shouting while raising his sword.

Ian Eredis Raven, you scammer! That’s what they say.

Only then did Ian understand, “Ah, that person suffered because of me.”

But to not shoot an arrow and just shout “You scoundrel!” like this…

It was not a very medieval behavior.

For a modern person, it was a level of protest that could be understood. Modern people, accustomed to law and ethics, think that protests accompanied by violence are cruel and barbaric.

But Ian was already getting used to the medieval way of thinking.

When he heard the sound of “You scoundrel,” the thought of “Why don’t you draw your sword?” came to mind before “I’m sorry! I was wrong!”

“That means…”

Ian narrowed his eyes and observed the man.

To insult Ian with words but not shoot an arrow meant that Ian wasn’t very angry.

In other words, it was a show meant to provoke Ian.

“He said he’s Mage Raven.”

The man also called Ian “Mage Raven.”

He knew that Ian was a mage.

Ian had been working as a mage and briefly remembered the experience of being insulted.

And he realized something.

“…Calling for a mage?”

The man right now…

He was inviting the mage Ian!

Ian, who understood the situation, was dumbfounded.

“No, what kind of invitation is this…”

As soon as he was insulted out of the blue, Ian’s insides started to bubble and boil at the medieval magician’s reception that he insisted on calling an “invitation.”

In truth, magicians were benevolent and virtuous beings, but when others treated them with such disrespect, it was only natural for them to become eccentric.

If he continued to receive insults like that as soon as they met, even a perfectly normal magician would become eccentric.

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After saying something like, “Magicians are so mean~”…

Ian’s magician sensibilities exploded.

“Belenka. Get rid of that crazy human right in front of my eyes.”

“Um, are you sure about that?”

Belenka gave him a look that seemed to ask, “Is that really okay?” but seeing Ian’s displeased expression, she immediately drew her sword and rushed towards the man.

“Wait! Stop! Sir Knight! I am Conion, the son of Droff…”

“Step aside.”

“Argh!”

The man’s escort knight stepped forward, but he was no match for Belenka.

After taking care of the knight first (…), Belenka tried to take care of the man himself.

The flustered man shouted, “I-I’m not crazy! I am Magician Raven! Is this how you treat someone like me!”

Ian stopped Belenka and stepped forward.

“Like this? What does ‘like this’ mean?”

“Surely you know? I just summoned the magician!”

He had expected this, but as expected.

It was true that he was performing a summoning spell.

However, Ian, who was already irritated, did not pay any attention to the man’s excuse. Instead, he smirked at the man’s excuse that wasn’t really an excuse.

“Why are you summoning a sorcerer as you please?”

“Well, according to history and records… it’s the norm of the Golden Empire…”

“Cut the crap. Did you mistake the era by about a thousand years? This is the Holy Empire, sir. Not the Golden Empire.”

Ian spat out harsh words at the man without hesitation.

But no one thought of Ian as strange.

As Ian said, the decision to perform a summoning spell was up to the sorcerer.

Why would someone perform a summoning spell?

Literally, it was a procedure performed to “serve” a sorcerer.

In order for a summoning spell to be performed, there had to be a socially acceptable hierarchy, and the onlookers had to be beings worthy of witnessing the summoning spell.

Throwing insults without even revealing who he was, like that man did, was nothing more than a mere verbal attack, unrelated to the summoning spell.

Decisively.

Regardless of considering various variables and reaching an appropriate situation, if the sorcerer refused to do it, it couldn’t be done.

Of course, withdrawing when the public desired a summoning spell was detrimental to the sorcerer himself. Being seen as a strange person by others was a daunting thing in any era.

But refusing in a situation like this was not a problem at all.

The purpose of the summoning spell was not to insult and tear each other apart, but to verify the sorcerer’s ability and showcase it to the public.

In other words, that man didn’t know how to properly perform a summoning spell.

“I am Galadion, serving Lord Deobosi! Show some respect to each other! Sorcerer!”

When Galadion, or rather, Galadion continued to come out stiffly, Ian’s mood really worsened.

If I were to explain that it was because I didn’t know how to summon a wizard, would they understand…?

It seems like they’ve decided to go with a documentary instead of entertainment.

We can only go with a documentary too.

“Oh, I see. Sir Galladin. I must have been very rude when we first met.”

As Ian lowered his head first, a smile appeared on Galladin’s face. A sense of relief flooded over him as he saw Ian humbled.

He must be a wizard who knows the situation!

But that was Galladin’s misconception.

“Oh? Is that so? Sir Galladin. I suppose I should apologize for being a fake medicine peddler.”

“… Huh?”

“Apologies for selling fake medicine.”

He didn’t lie.

Ian really did sell fake medicine, and he really is a swindler.

But no one in this room believed Ian’s words…!

“To treat Ian like a swindler!”

“What the hell is he doing? Seriously?”

To the people of Talian Territory, Ian is a genius wizard who even defies the gods.

But to accuse such a wizard of selling fake magic potions is just nonsense!

Until just now, the atmosphere was all about summoning a wizard.

When Ian responded seriously, Galladin’s words were also taken seriously.

As the reactions around him became hostile, Galladin was taken aback.

“No, what are you suddenly saying? Raven!”

“I’m sorry for selling fake medicine.”

Galladin was dumbfounded.

The mage denied the potion he had made? Why would he suddenly do such a thing?

But soon, Galladin realized.

Because of what happened earlier, Ian must be feeling resentful right now…!

“Did you see such an absurd author?!”

The “fake magic potion” Galladin mentioned was, of course, nonsense and a lie.

It was an insult he made up to summon the mage!

However, because Ian apologized, Galladin’s nonsense became a serious insult.

Naturally, the onlookers were outraged.

“Who is that bastard to call our mage a fraud?”

“Damn son of a b*tch! That guy!”

“Should we hang him?!”

The mercenaries who were fighting against Graeme’s army next to Ian reacted particularly strongly.

Our mage’s magic potion is fake? That can’t be true!

The mercenaries raised their voices because they respected and admired Ian. They were not worried that the potions they received might be fake.

Lucy, as well as Ingrion and Belenka, gave him disapproving looks.

“We shouldn’t accept such people as guests in the future.”

“He said he’s Lord Dubois’ subordinate. Judging by his attitude, Lord Dubois must be an insignificant human.”

As the situation unfolded, Galadin became so frustrated that he was about to jump up and down in indignation.

I only cast the “Summon Wizard” spell!

Why am I the only one being blamed for something everyone else does!

“What am I supposed to do…!”

As the situation turned against him like this.

Cornered, Galadin bowed his head and apologized to Ian instead of fleeing.

“I, I’m sorry! I didn’t know any better! I thought this was the Summon Wizard spell!”

In admitting his mistake, Galadin was better than the shameless modern people.

Although it was also because Galadin was desperate.

Galadin definitely wanted to present Ian to the Count.

To miss the opportunity to save the Count by arguing with the wizard? Even a fool wouldn’t be that foolish.

Although Galadin didn’t know much about customs like the Summon Wizard spell, he was a diligent student of literature.

As Galadin bowed his head and begged, Ian let out a deep sigh.

He wasn’t a bad person, just someone who was quite clumsy.

“You don’t know how to cast the Summon Wizard spell, do you?”

“I’ve read it in a book before.”

“The knowledge in the book isn’t everything, sir.”

There was some noise, but now that he had received an apology, Ian had no intention of pushing Galadin any further.

Still, since he had come all the way from afar, Ian wanted to hear why he had come.

“First, go to Talian alone.”

Lucy stepped forward and spoke.

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Galladin explained the situation to Viscount Debois.

Ian understood without difficulty.

“So… you want to know the cause of the Viscount’s collapse?”

“Yes. I think the Viscount’s collapse is due to some magical curse.”

It was a suspicion that had been harbored since the point when the prayers and medicine had no effect.

Lucy said a word.

“Someone intentionally made the Viscount suffer, does it mean that?”

Galladin nodded.

If it was an illness, there should have been some improvement when he took the medicine, but the Viscount’s condition did not improve at all. So Galladin thought that the Viscount had fallen victim to someone’s wicked magic.

But real magicians…

Ian and Inrian couldn’t fully agree with Galladin’s thoughts.

“There is a possibility that it is an unknown disease.”

“The professor is right. It is foolish to always associate it with mystery just because we don’t know the cause.”

However, at the same time, the two agreed to some extent with Galladin’s opinion. Because it could be an incident involving some mystery.

Whether it was an illness or a mystery, it was something they wouldn’t know until they examined it directly.

Even if someone intentionally caused it, they would have to check whether the method used was a type of magic.

“Please, I beg you! Magician Ian! Please personally confirm the condition of Viscount.”

Ian pondered for a moment.

Unless he was a medical student, it was impossible for anyone, no matter how modern, to cure someone else’s illness. After all, don’t modern people go to the hospital and take medicine when they’re sick? They have no medical knowledge.

So, if it was a serious illness, there was nothing Ian could do.

But if it was related to mystery, it was a different story.

If it was a mystery he had never encountered before, he might even gain skill points. If he was lucky, he might even learn new magic.

“It seems okay to give it a try.”

Inrian thought positively about Galadin’s request.

“Why is that?”

“Hmm. Aren’t you curious? About the identity of what’s bothering Marquis de Bois?”

It was a curiosity befitting a magician.

Ian agreed with that part as well.

As he rolled along as a magician, Ian had unknowingly developed a lot of curiosity about mysteries.

“I am curious.”

“If you reveal it to various nobles and get on their good side, it could be useful in many ways. You might receive help later, and it could be an opportunity to make your name known.”

Inrian was a power-seeking magician.

Unlike Eredis, who wandered around exploring only mysteries, Inrian valued his relationship with the powerful and relied on their support.

Ian couldn’t ignore the advice of a professor at the Magic University.

“It won’t take long anyway.”

There wasn’t much to do in the Talien territory anyway. He could easily handle just performing investigations.

“Alright. Let’s go together.”

“…! Thank you! Thank you so much!”

Ian took a moment to decide to tell Marquis Dvorsky.