Became a Medieval Fantasy Wizard
Chapter 377

TL/Editor: raei

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"Your courage is excessive, Emperor."

Duke Roxlan spoke with a sneer.

The Emperor was a useful chess piece. He knew he would never be 'consumed.'

In reality, the Duke couldn't harm the Emperor.

Harming the Emperor would be an act of betraying the Golden Rule Society.

But regardless, it was clear the Emperor was acting recklessly.

A knife could still penetrate an Emperor, couldn't it?

"Teach him a lesson and bring him back."

The Duke ordered his knights.

Despite the knights approaching, the Emperor's expression remained calm.

"In this world, there exist coincidences that border on inevitability."

"?"

"For instance, Duke Roxlan. Like your failure."

People began appearing behind the Emperor one by one.

They weren't many, but their faces were somehow familiar.

In particular, there was a face even Duke Roxlan recognized...!

"You!"

"Hello, Your Grace."

Sword Master Salvador.

And the Black Knight in her pitch-black armor.

All were individuals who had performed remarkably in Roxlan Castle!

"Retreat! Everyone fall back!"

Duke Roxlan immediately ordered a retreat.

But retreat was impossible.

"[Wind!]"

"[Fragments of earth.]"

A gust of wind whipped around them.

It was a nasty sandstorm mixed with gravel and sand.

The knights covered their faces and sank to the ground.

"Those who surrender now will be spared."

When Sir Salvador shouted, the knights wavered.

"Abandon our lord and surrender! Would you force such shame upon knights?!"

A knight shouted.

Sir Salvador responded as if he had been waiting for this.

"A knight's duty is to protect the weak and uphold order! Yet Duke Roxlan has committed the sin of conspiring with evil black wizards, disrupting the empire's order and the mysteries of faith!"

"..."

"Isn't it a greater shame to protect a criminal who has collaborated with black wizards?!"

"!"

It was a brief but powerful cry.

Some were genuinely moved by the speech, while others simply read the situation and switched sides.

Either way, the Duke's knights chose surrender over resistance.

"What he says is true... Since the Duke joined the black wizards, I haven't slept peacefully."

"What? What are you saying now! Are you betraying me?!"

"Silence! Your Grace! Heaven is watching! You should be ashamed!"

Roxlan's knights flocked to Sir Salvador.

They brought Maria and Lisa with them.

"Maria!"

"Belenka..."

Belenka quickly embraced Maria and checked her all over.

Maria was unharmed.

"I'm so glad you're safe."

"Thank you. But Ian is still..."

"Ian."

Belenka turned her head.

Elia and the Emperor had also reunited, and Hastria's soldiers were crushing the enemies' weak resistance.

She could quickly assess the situation.

"Did Ian take care of the dragon?"

Aesis answered instead.

"More precisely, he stole it."

"?"

"Ian stole Antios's dragon. That's why everything turned into such a mess."

Belenka briefly looked dumbfounded.

But eventually, she smiled.

Yes. This was certainly Ian's doing.

Whatever bizarre outcome emerged wouldn't be surprising...!

"We need to hurry."

If Ian had stolen a dragon, he wouldn't be easily defeated.

Though there was probably no rush, Belenka decided to hurry anyway.

"Sir Reshach! I'm going to look for Ian!"

"Do as you wish."

The Pope's holy knight, Reshach, was busy racking up achievements(?) by defeating black wizards.

Unlike Belenka who came to rescue Ian, his purpose was entirely different.

Just then, the wizard Herta shouted.

"Good heavens! Look over there!"

"...Ian?"

A massive black dragon rose, flapping its wings.

It was Predius.

"It looks like it's escaping..."

"Then we should chase it."

It seemed Ian had decided to withdraw.

"Urgh...!"

"Oh no. Are you alright, Maria?"

Maria clutched her head and staggered.

Everyone else was fine, but only Maria seemed particularly distressed.

"Some kind of... voice..."

"Voice?"

Herta and the other wizards approached.

They too were sensing something ominous.

"The mysteries are stirring. It seems to be death-related..."

"I don't know anything about necromancy."

"Hmm."

"...? I don't feel anything unusual."

Apart from wizard Krysus, the other wizards felt an eerie death aura.

"Could it be! I have immunity?!"

"Tsk. Idiot..."

"Anton! Don't insult your comrade!"

Sir Reshach also approached the wizards.

"Do you know why we're sensing this malevolent energy?"

"I'm not certain... but it seems the black wizards have summoned something."

"Probably a demon or undead type."

"Hmm."

The wizards quickly reached a conclusion.

A strange power was felt right after Ian left...

Perhaps they had summoned something targeting Ian?

It was a reasonable conclusion.

Ian had stolen a tremendously powerful monster, a dragon, and to counter a dragon, they would need to summon a monster of matching caliber.

"Everyone move out. Finding Ian is our top priority."

"Yes!"

The army, now joined by Maria and the Emperor, hurriedly began moving to pursue Ian.

***

Ian tightly gripped Anor-lsil as he glared at Antios.

"Your breath is trembling."

"..."

"The fear in your heart wasn't summoned by the Tzitzimitl."

Antios spoke as if soothing Ian.

"It's the product of an objective assessment made by your brilliant mind."

Ian slowly caught his breath.

He wanted to deny it, but it was difficult to refute.

The [fear] Ian felt wasn't simply the result of magic.

It was closer to a physiological response than magic.

A downed dragon.

And a demon emanating evil power...

Moreover.

There was no one to help Ian anywhere.

Alone, he had to defeat both dragon and demon.

If he couldn't defeat them, he at least needed to escape.

But... was that even possible?

Against monsters that wouldn't even communicate?

"[Predius.]"

Ian tried once more to regain control over the dragon.

But Antios wasn't just watching.

"[Demon.]"

Tzitzimitl gestured.

The power of death lashed out like a whip against the dragon's body.

Kyaaaaaah!

Predius screamed in pain.

Blood poured from the dragon's nostrils.

"[Predius]"

[Ah, Antios...?]

"[Yes. You finally recognize me.]"

Antios had spent years with Predius.

He could exert far stronger control than Ian.

"[Now that you recognize me, stop being lazy and move.]"

[Are, are you ordering me...?]

At Antios's signal, Tzitzimitl lashed at Predius again.

Predius trembled.

"[You stupid lizard. Have you forgotten how to think?]"

[What...?]

"[I saved your life. Yet you forgot my face and went on a rampage. Now make amends for that loss.]"

Antios's tone was completely different from before.

He was using magic the same way Professor Demonite did.

Through fear-induced submission.

It wasn't a method that would work on a strong and proud creature like a dragon...

But for Predius, beaten and made foolish, it was an effective approach.

"[Predius! Don't listen to him!]"

Ian tried to block Antios's control, but it was useless.

This wasn't the same 'friendship' strategy Ian had used.

It was enforced submission through violence.

[I understand...! Just spare my life!]

Predius lowered its head submissively.

It was a terribly cowardly display for a dragon that once terrorized the empire.

Ian gave up trying to control Predius.

Better to quickly complete another spell than waste time on this!

"[Spear of lightning!]"

Pure lightning power gathered.

Ian hurled the lightning spear toward Antios.

"[Predius.]"

Antios moved Predius to block the lightning spear with its body.

Crash!

The lightning spear was blocked and disappeared uselessly.

"[Spear of flame!]"

Ian immediately summoned a flame spear.

Both lightning and flame spears had enough power to reduce a person to charcoal.

They were sufficiently fantastical attacks.

But...

The dragon and demon were equally fantastical beings.

"The more I see, the more I pity you. With such talent, yet you obey the space-time wizards? Ian?"

"..."

It wasn't enough to defeat powerful fantasy monsters.

The lightning and flame spears couldn't penetrate the dragon's hide.

'Damn it...'

As a wizard in this medieval fantasy world, Ian had learned all sorts of magic.

But this world's magic was somewhat different from the magic in creative works Ian knew.

Magic was powerful, but had clear limitations.

Even mastering magic to its limits wouldn't make one a magic demigod.

It was the limitation of a low-power world setting...

[You fear... servant of the Sun God...]

The emaciated human approached.

No, that wasn't human.

It was a demon wearing human skin.

"[Darkness!]"

Ian tried to use a curtain of darkness to block the demon's vision.

But the demon moved through the darkness without any trouble.

Tzitzimitl originally belonged to darkness.

[Heaven will not protect you. Darkness will betray you...]

"[Shut that mouth!]"

[Come with me to hell. Open the gates of hell for me. Then I will grant your wish.]

Ian swung Anor-lsil.

Though he knew little about swordsmanship, a magic sword was still a magic sword.

Anor-lsil moved by its own will, attacking Tzitzimitl.

In pitch-black darkness.

Demon and wizard clashed with claws and sword.

Clang!

[Cease your meaningless resistance.]

"..."

[Don't you know? There's nowhere to run. No way to survive.]

"..."

[As the sun rises and sets. When day ends, night comes.]

The demon whispered.

[There are no eternal victors in this world. Foolish wizard.]

Tzitzimitl extended its hand.

The tips of its darkness-stained claws were aimed not at Ian's body, but his soul.

Ian sensed it.

If pierced by those claws... Ian's soul would be dragged away by the demon.

Falling into an abyss-like hell.

'I need to... move my hand...!'

But Ian's hand wouldn't move easily.

Just as a wizard projects his will onto a mystery—

The demon projected its despair onto Ian.

Ian knew it.

His mind was... weakened now.

Normally, Ian's will would have pushed back the demon.

But now.

It wasn't easy.

'Hurry...!'

Ian barely managed to raise Anor-lsil.

But the demon was a bit faster.

The demon's claws approached.

At that very moment—

Piiiiiing!

Something flew in, spreading dazzling light and noise.

"?"

Ian was genuinely confused.

What was that? A rocket?

That didn't seem like something you'd see in medieval times?!

Bang!

The rocket exploded, scattering brilliant fragments of fire.

...Only then did Ian realize.

It wasn't a rocket...

It was a firework.

The demon was equally startled.

The moment the demon turned, Ian swung Anor-lsil.

Ian gripped the sword in reverse and drove it down into the demon's chest.

"Aargh!"

The demon screamed and staggered backward.

Judging by the blood pouring out, its body wasn't fully demonic.

"Ian-!"

A red-haired woman ran through the darkness.

Ian immediately embraced her.

"Kira."

Ian wasn't a magic demigod.

In this world, there were no superhumans who split the sky and shattered the earth with magic.

However—

There were bonds formed through travel and magic.

"I'm not too late, right?"

Kira smiled brightly with a beautiful smile.

Ian gently kissed Kira.

"Your timing is perfect."

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