Became a Medieval Fantasy Wizard - Became a Medieval Fantasy Wizard chapter 62

62 – Episode 62

# 62

Another day had dawned.

Ian stretched lazily, taking in the fresh morning air.

“The air here is unbelievably clean.”

Among the few things Ian liked in this primitive medieval fantasy world, one of them was the clear air.

Unlike the polluted air of modern industrialization, the air in this world was clear and clean wherever you went.

Well, to put it the other way around, it meant that the whole world was like the countryside…

There were no three major pollutants in this medieval fantasy world.

No air pollution, no light pollution, and no noise pollution.

There were no buildings that lit up until late at night, nor were there any trucks or motorcycles speeding down the streets at midnight.

For those sensitive office workers suffering from sleep deprivation, a night in this world would be like paradise.

Ian leisurely brewed a cup of morning tea.

It was a chamomile tea made with the common daisies that could be easily found in the meadow.

“What’s so special about healing? This is healing.”

Food without artificial flavoring, a regular routine of going to bed and waking up early, and an environment without stress…

This era was like a paradise for naturalists.

Ironically, the people of this era despised this boring wellness lifestyle.

Food that is oily, sweet, and salty is the best, and I want to stay out late…

In the modern world where all the desires of medieval people are fulfilled, the medieval-style boring life strangely gains popularity, which is an irony of history.

In the distance, farmers were diligently pulling out weeds in the field.

Ian, sitting on the hill, sipped his chrysanthemum tea and watched the commoners toiling away.

‘…’

If Ian hadn’t become a magician, he would have been happily doing manual labor with his parents in his hometown. Just like those people in front of him.

But luckily, he became a magician and became someone who leisurely watched the farmers.

Life is such an unpredictable thing.

“What are you doing over there?”

It was Verenka.

She was dressed casually, but her outfit was very feminine.

She wore a dress that reached down to her ankles, and her waist was accentuated by a cloth tied around it, revealing her figure.

Instead of the fancy hat Luci liked, she neatly tied her hair with a hairband that Ian had given her.

Once again, Ian admired Verenka’s appearance.

With her blue eyes and blond hair that Japanese people go crazy for, Verenka, dressed in a medieval-style outfit that was not too excessive even from a modern perspective, was like a blond girl straight out of a Japanese animation.

“Just people-watching.”

“People-watching? That’s a bit strange…”

Verenka blurted out her thoughts and then stopped herself.

Ian is a magician. He is a human who does strange things as easily as eating a meal.

What seems strange to Verenka might be perfectly normal for Ian.

“Hmm. No, let’s just say I didn’t hear anything just now.”

“What are you talking about?”

Without even asking Ian, Belenka plopped down next to him.

Ian didn’t pay any attention. Belenka was always like that.

When Belenka sought Ian’s permission, it was only when she had to negotiate her price.

“What’s that?”

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“Chrysanthemum tea. But there’s only one cup.”

“I see.”

Belenka said it as if it was nothing special, but Ian was starting to get used to her reactions. It was something she said when she was showing disappointment.

Maybe Ian thought she didn’t want to share the precious tea…

But Ian had said it because he really didn’t want to reuse the same cup.

Ian felt unfairly treated.

No, who would think of someone as stingy enough not to share even a cup of tea?

He said a word out of his unjust feelings.

“I was drinking from it. If you don’t mind, you can have it.”

How about that? It’s something I was drinking, so it’s uncomfortable!

But that was Ian’s own thought.

Belenka smiled brightly when Ian offered to share the tea.

Uncomfortable because it’s something someone else was drinking? Belenka doesn’t know about that!

“Is it really okay for me to drink this?”

“… You can drink it all. There’s plenty of water.”

Belenka took the cup that Ian had just been sipping from and brought it to her own lips.

She didn’t avoid the part where Ian had touched his mouth or drink cautiously as it was someone else’s cup. There was no such timidity.

She was just a damn audacious woman.

Ian admired Belenka’s badass toughness.

Wow. She’s also a medieval person. Modern women could never do that.

In the medieval era, it was nothing to share cups with others.

In this post-apocalyptic society, everything was scarce. In an era where objects were more valuable than people, it was nothing less than a daily routine for many people to share one item as much as possible.

“It smells nice.”

Belenka casually left a comment.

The tea tastes good and the boss is kind~

Ian was dumbfounded, but he didn’t show it and brewed a new cup of tea.

Whether it was because she liked the scent of the tea, Belenka sat back and took Ian’s cup.

“But why did you come here?”

“They said everyone was preparing for a trip, so I ran away because it was suffocating. Oh, by the way, Galadin was looking for you.”

“It’s not important.”

“It’s not important.”

Galadin wanted to bring Ian to the Count’s mansion as soon as possible, even if it was for a day, but Ian didn’t care.

What he regretted was Galadin, not Ian.

It had only been a day since I visited the tomb of Count Talien. I wanted to rest leisurely until my fatigue was relieved.

“Ian, what are you going to do after meeting Count Debois? Are you going to return here after all?”

“Return? To Talien?”

Ian cocked his head.

“No? Didn’t we discuss this before? I said I was thinking of going north.”

“Oh, I see.”

Belanca’s reaction was somewhat suspicious.

Ian narrowed his eyes.

“What is it? Do you have something to say?”

Belanca slowly lowered her head.

“No, it’s just a little surprising, that’s all.”

“What’s surprising?”

At what point exactly?

“Well…just…”

Ian was astonished by Belanca’s reaction.

She hesitated to speak, and her strange response…

Belanca was now feeling embarrassed about bringing it up!

No, why would someone casually strip away another person’s emotions?

“I…thought you had feelings for Count Talien. So I thought you wouldn’t go far from Talien.”

“…”

Ian was so shocked that he couldn’t speak.

Goodness gracious.

Belanka was a spy…!

“You… Did you ever imagine something like that?”

“I-it’s not imagination! You and Count Talian are actually close, aren’t you!”

“Lucy is an extrovert, so it might seem that way!”

“…?”

Ian actually thought that way.

The reason Ian was able to become close with Lucy was because of her bright personality.

[The Formula for an Introvert to Make Friends: Get chosen by an extrovert with many friends.] This formula was applied in this case.

If Lucy had been quiet and timid?

As soon as Ian arrived at the Countess Katrina’s estate, he would have left on his own.

Not knowing that fact, Belanka mistakenly thought that Ian and Lucy were getting close because Ian liked her.

“Just friends, you say?”

“Yes.”

“I see.”

Belanka brushed off her seat and stood up.

“Ian. Can I give you one piece of advice?”

“??? Just say what you want to say.”

You’re not usually someone who cares about others’ opinions. Ian thought Belanka was being unusually considerate.

But she had given a warning in advance.

Belanca’s advice was unexpected.

“If you’re kind to any woman like that… someday you’ll regret it greatly. Women have a delicacy that attaches meaning even to trivial matters.”

Ian choked on the tea he was drinking.

“Cough, cough!”

What’s that sudden noise?

Ian tried to ask what it was, but Belanca was already smiling and gracefully leaving her seat.

“Well then. Explain it well to the Marquis.”

“???”

Ian didn’t understand what Belanca said.

However, some time later, Ian couldn’t help but recall that strange advice.

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Inrian, who had finished preparing for the trip, was the first to leave Talien Territory.

Having negotiated well with Lucy on the price, Inrian said he would travel again in search of mysteries before returning to university.

“You’re not going back right away?”

In response to Ian’s question, Inrian cheekily replied.

“Why would I?”

“…”

“That’s one thing, and this is another. I embarked on this journey for knowledge, so I should strive to fulfill that purpose.”

His words were impressive, but that human… he’s a human caught in tomb raiding.

If Ian hadn’t shown up on time, he would have just taken the magic sword and disappeared.

Tyrian’s treasure count had become nothing but a bubble, and Ingrion, who hoped to find something, was disappointed.

“Well… do as you please.”

Ian realized anew that this place was a society based on a caste system.

Mr. A, who had been caught while plundering, was now a debt slave, working in the fields alongside the cows. Ingrion, a magician, was paying his tuition at the university…

Actually, Ian had no reason to complain. Ian was also a privileged class magician of the Middle Ages. It meant that he was forgiven for almost any crime.

It would take hundreds of years for a citizen’s revolution to happen (or it might not happen at all), so it was wise to diligently enjoy the honey without any worries.

“Make sure to come to the university.”

“I will take care of it.”

“You could even become an assistant professor as soon as you arrive!”

“… An assistant professor?”

For some reason, it had a creepy tone.

“Yes! By assisting the professors in their lectures and guiding the students, you will have the opportunity to prove your magical abilities and become a professor…”

Oh. sh*t.

That person was a graduate student from another world.

“I’ll pretend I didn’t hear that.”

After seeing Ingrion off, Ian went to the Tyrian Hall.

Lucy welcomed Ian warmly.

“Ian! You came just in time! Remember the fairy silk I mentioned before…!”

“Ah. That thing?”

A while ago, Ian had a conversation with Lucy about the handling of Fairy Silk.

Ian was about to go on a journey, so he suggested leaving the Fairy Silk in the Talien territory instead of himself.

“Just leaving it there doesn’t seem right. My subordinate mentioned that instead of just stacking it up, we could make clothes out of it and earn a lot of money by selling them!”

“Perhaps.”

“Exactly! But we don’t have any skilled craftsmen in Talien who can handle such expensive fabric. So, Ian, if you could bring a good tailor with you when you return from Dubois…”

“Hmm?”

Ian cocked his head at Lucy’s words.

Lucy, seemingly unaware of what she said wrong, continued to pour out her words in excitement.

“Wait a minute, Lucy.”

“Why?”

“I can’t come back so quickly.”

This time, Lucy didn’t understand Ian’s words.

“…What do you mean? You’re just supposed to check on Viscount Dubois and come back right away.”

“No.”

“No?”

Lucy blinked.

An awkward silence hung for a moment.

“I’m going north.”

“North? But this is already the north.”

“Further north. Beyond the Empire’s territory.”

Lucy stared blankly at Ian.

“So, when are you coming back?”

“I don’t know. Probably around 3 to 4 years?”

…”

Belatedly, Lucy understood Ian’s words.

Ian was going on a journey to discover the mysteries hidden in the land of savages. And in his quest for various mysteries, he would find the land of Talien.

Just to deal with the accumulated fairy silk during that time.

“Lucy?”

Suddenly, when Lucy stood there blankly, Ian called her name.

“Sorry.”

“Are you okay?”

“Sorry. Ian. I’m really sorry. Just give me a moment alone.”

Lucy sat down on a chair and spoke.

“Please.”

…

As Lucy instructed, Ian quietly closed the door and went outside.