Became a Medieval Fantasy Wizard
401 - Belenka Spin Off 1

TL/Editor: raei

Status: 5/week mon-fri

Illustrations: none

Join the discord! Here

===========================================

Heya, raei here again! Was told there were 3 side story chaps that I didn't do so... I'm back! Enjoy these as fast you can. Novel goes away tomorrow, epub and txt available on discord to download if needed.

Anyways, enjoy!

==========================================

Her consciousness was hazy.

Perhaps she was.

Belenka of the Mets family had just been swept away by a massive torrent.

...A wave of water summoned by the black-haired wizard.

Even the finest chain mail armor of the medieval era was utterly useless against the raging current.

'Damn it.'

Belenka muttered in despair.

What a life—wandering aimlessly only to meet her end at the hands of a wizard.

A fitting end for a young wandering knight.

'Should've been less of a sinner.'

With that meaningless thought, Belenka lost consciousness.

#

The saying that one sees their life flash before their eyes at the brink of death isn't entirely nonsense.

Belenka was indeed watching her life unfold like a panorama.

[...I'd rather not see this.]

Though Belenka didn't care for it, the memories surfaced anyway.

If you find it unfair, you shouldn't have gotten yourself killed in the first place.

Anyway.

The first memory that emerged was from Belenka's childhood.

[Father...]

A small, young girl swinging a sword alongside her father.

While the boys her age training with her collapsed from exhaustion, Belenka alone followed her father with bright, sparkling eyes.

Belenka possessed natural martial talent.

When it came to physical activities, she learned far more easily than others and executed them with greater skill.

Belenka's father adored his young daughter immensely.

...That might have been the root of the problem.

'You went out with her again?'

'Bihan said he didn't want to come.'

'And you believed that? How cruel of you!'

'...'

'Wake up! The child you should be concerned about isn't Belenka! Belenka will eventually marry into another family and that's that! You should be looking after your son! Your son!'

'...We'll talk about this later.'

Belenka's mother was power-hungry.

There was only one reason she married Belenka's father.

Belenka's father was a renowned knight from the distant Roland Kingdom.

A knight who had returned successful to his homeland and married a local woman...

Belenka's mother saw her father as nothing more than a stepping stone to success.

Having children, raising them, and ultimately elevating the family's status.

That was the purpose of Belenka's mother's life.

'Belenka!'

'...Yes, Mother.'

'Put that sword away where I can't see it! Go help with the laundry!'

Like any child, young Belenka wanted to be a good daughter who obeyed her parents.

So she did as her mother commanded.

In front of her mother, she pretended to be a well-behaved girl. A good child.

Even if her father disapproved, Belenka took her mother's side.

'Can't you let the child do what she wants?'

'If you want to raise Belenka to be a thug and a murderer, go ahead! But I'm going to marry this girl into a good family!'

Her mother's dream wasn't entirely far-fetched.

As Belenka grew older, she blossomed into a dazzling beauty.

'Do you understand, Belenka?'

'...'

'Living in a fine house, wearing fine clothes, and eating fine food! That's the greatest success!'

'Yes, Mother.'

Her mother taught Belenka "how to maintain dignity," which meant teaching her how to spend money extravagantly.

It was one of the few pleasant memories she had with her mother.

Even as an adult, Belenka found joy and nostalgia in spending money and browsing shops.

Not only was spending money itself enjoyable...

It was also one of the rare opportunities to confirm that her mother loved her...

Young Belenka was naive—

When her mother suggested they go shopping, she would follow eagerly.

Not knowing where the vast amount of gold came from...

'Did you spend this much money again?'

'Yes! I spent some! Stop telling me what to do like some narrow-minded person!'

'Such a reckless woman...! My coffers have limits! Do you think the money I earned in Roland is infinite?'

'Then just go back to Roland Kingdom and earn more!'

'...What did you say?'

Her mother and father were an ill-matched couple from the start.

Her mother pursued success, luxury, and power—

While her father valued travel, adventure, chivalry, and loyalty.

'I gave everything to you! How can you say such things to me!'

'Don't be ridiculous! I'm the one who gave my life to you! Yet you have no ambition and are content to rot away like a country ruffian!'

As time passed, the rift between them deepened.

There was nothing young Belenka could do about it.

Her father increasingly avoided her mother, and her mother began seeking a new man to replace him.

...Her mother's seduction of the lord was perhaps an inevitable tragedy.

Her mother became the lord's mistress—

And her father remained unaware.

Then one day.

[Father died.]

Sent on an expedition by the lord's command, her father perished in an "unfortunate accident."

Whether it truly was an [unfortunate accident]...

Or the culmination of a sickening plot, Belenka couldn't tell.

She didn't want to know either.

Young Belenka was too fragile to accept the truth.

When her father died, Belenka took his armor and sword.

She naturally thought it was her right.

Since Belenka was the one who had been receiving knightly training from her father, the armor and weapons should be hers.

But her mother now bared her teeth at Belenka.

'Give those back this instant!'

'They're mine, Mother.'

'How are they yours! They belong to Bihan! Hand them over and get out!'

If she had still been a child, Belenka would have obediently done as her mother commanded.

But Belenka was already grown.

She remembered all the disgraceful behavior in the household—

...And sometimes knew that her mother spent nights at the lord's mansion.

'I am Father's firstborn, and I heard Father's will that his weapons should be passed to me. So these belong to me.'

'Stop talking nonsense! I'll call the lord and hold a trial!'

'Do as you please.'

Belenka slightly hoped that the lord might hold a fair trial.

Of course, there was no such thing.

The lord immediately took her mother's side.

'Belenka! Do you admit your crime?'

'I cannot admit to any crime.'

The lord immediately sent soldiers to arrest Belenka.

But Belenka was not arrested.

Instead, she thrashed the soldiers and escaped the courtroom.

The enraged lord sent pursuers, but she beat them all as well.

It was then that Belenka first realized her [genius].

I might... be quite strong?

Afterward, Belenka became a wandering knight, roaming the Empire.

When strength was needed, she lent her power in exchange for rewards.

Her goal was singular.

To reach the Roland Kingdom, the land where her father had once made his name.

The journey required substantial funds, and if possible, she wanted to hire subordinates.

'I'll pay you generously. Lend me your sword.'

'Hmm... I suppose.'

It was hardly a remarkable coincidence that Belenka joined [Rebel Graham's] army and participated in the battle for Talian territory.

#

Belenka learned one thing.

The classic martial arts novel lesson that [the world is vast, and the strong are many].

Certainly, Belenka was an exceptional knight.

But... what if a wizard intervened!

Medieval wizards were a kind of asymmetric force.

No matter how excellent a knight's abilities, it was difficult to completely subdue a wizard.

Belenka felt this truth to her core.

As she paid with her [life].

[...Would it be too shameless to ask to be sent to heaven?]

Belenka was swept away by "Wizard Ian's" torrent magic and perished(?).

Though already dead(?), Belenka was... surprisingly indifferent.

Well. Living as a knight, she had prepared herself for an early death.

Died from magic? Can't be helped. Just a shame~

Her real concern was that she would now face [final judgment]...

If she ended up in hell, her path of suffering would be clear.

If someone prayed for her, she might at least reach purgatory.

But the only person who might pray for her was... her mother.

[As if she'd pray for me.]

Belenka smirked.

Her mother was the type who would applaud that the troublesome woman had finally died.

She'd just snatch up the armor and sword.

As Belenka pondered what to do next, at that moment—

"W-who's there?!"

A sharp voice came from somewhere.

Belenka called out, completely relaxed.

"A departed soul from the mortal realm."

"...A departed soul?!"

"Yes. I'm ready to depart, so please guide me to heaven or hell."

The murmuring voices grew louder.

Listening carefully, the content seemed strange.

"A departed soul! Dead people can't come here!"

"Th-then what is it, senior?!"

"I don't know! Did she somehow break through the dimensional barrier?!"

Belenka slowly nodded.

These guys...

Must be novice angels!(or not)

She could certainly understand why a new employee(?) might be confused.

When you first start a job, you can get things mixed up!

"J-just wait a moment! I need to report this to higher up!"

"Take all the time you need."

Belenka waited while the angels went to fetch an archangel(?).

Shortly after, the archangel appeared.

A woman with dark blue hair reaching her waist.

Her slender face was astonishingly beautiful, but behind her eyes was deep and brilliant wisdom.

'An archangel indeed.'

It was an appearance that left no other conclusion.

Though Belenka was wrong.

The woman stared at Belenka and said:

"I'm not sure how you got in here. You're not a [Time Runner], are you?"

"Time... what?"

"Never mind if you don't know. It seems you were able to enter here because of some connection."

"?"

Everything had been incomprehensible from the start.

Regardless, the woman extended her hand to Belenka.

"I am Miro Talian. The Chief Inspector of the [Space-Time Management Bureau]."

"? I'm Belenka of Mets... did you say Space-Time Management Bureau?"

This isn't heaven?!

Belenka was genuinely bewildered.

But.

The other woman's expression showed equal confusion.

"...So you are. Belenka Mets, you said?"

"Yes."

"..."

The woman who introduced herself as 'Miro Talian' soon sighed and said:

"Now I understand why you were able to enter this place."

"???"

If you understand, tell me too! Don't keep it to yourself!

That thought crossed Belenka's mind, but she waited for Miro to explain.

Enjoy the chappy!

Please give the book a rating and a review on NovelUpdates.

It helps the website and helps people find this novel!

If you'd like to make a one-time donation to support our translations or subscribe to read up to 15 chapters or more (depending on the novel) ahead, you can do so via Ko-fi.

Click here!