Became a Medieval Fantasy Wizard

TL/Editor: raei

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The flow of battle was favorable to Ian.

Though the black wizards had gathered a substantial number of monsters and undead.

Even so, they were only about equal to Ian's mercenaries in strength.

Moreover, the Hastria forces Elia had brought were elite soldiers specially selected for their courage.

She couldn't bring just anyone on a mission to rescue the Emperor, her father, could she?

"Maintain the formation! Draw in the orcs!"

"Light infantry! The goblins are flanking! Take the left wing!"

"Already on it!"

The Hastria forces had been tracking the black wizards.

They hadn't found the headquarters yet and were on standby...

But paradoxically, because they'd been waiting with nothing to do, their combat effectiveness was high.

The power of an army resting at full health in camp is tremendous!

"Kyaaaah!"

The black wizards also released beasts from their formation.

These were magical beasts, their bodies twisted through transmutation magic to forcibly weaponize them.

The monster-class beasts could effectively fight against regular infantry.

But Ian's formation included the skeleton giant he had summoned.

[Twisted life! I shall free you from your pain!]

"Screeeech!"

The great sword made of bone and ice struck the beast.

The beast was split in half without resistance, dyeing the surroundings crimson.

"My goodness. What is that undead?!"

"He mixed the Mystery of Cold, which has good synergy with undead..."

"Tsk. Seems like the work of a wizard trained in both necromancy and cold magic."

The black wizards couldn't hide their surprise at Ian's summon.

Magic that mixed multiple mysteries was naturally more difficult than ordinary magic.

Though one might wish to handle all mysteries, most people were only compatible with one or two.

To summon that ice-skeleton giant, one would need to master both necromancy and cold magic.

A technique that ordinary wizards couldn't even imitate.

Something only someone like Ian, who had learned various types of magic evenly, could accomplish.

"Even so, he's just a cold wizard...!"

Cold-hatred existed even among black wizards.

Though the opponent was a wizard skilled enough to imbue undead with the power of cold, so what?

He's still just a cold wizard after all!

"Bring the crossbows!"

"Turn them into porcupines!"

Besides orcs, goblins, and undead, the black wizards had many other troops.

For instance, mercenaries.

They were vicious villains who would extract a child's liver for money, scoundrels hired by the black wizards with generous pay.

A rain of arrows flew from beyond the forest.

The black wizards' mercenaries fired their crossbows indiscriminately, regardless of whether their allies were in the way.

After all, those getting hit were just orcs, goblins, and undead!

"Raise the shields! Princess! Mr. Wizard! This way!"

Though not many soldiers died from the arrows, they were still a nuisance.

Bows and arrows are quite cumbersome weapons to carry.

The hastily deployed Hastria forces wouldn't have brought many of them.

Instead, they had brought javelins and throwing axes...

But these were no match for crossbows.

However, this side had two excellent fire wizards.

"Let's go to the bonfire."

"Yes!"

Wizards are time-honored DPS classes.

Fire wizards are true-DPS classes recognized even by medieval people.

They wouldn't lose in a ranged firepower battle!

"[Fireball! Rise!]"

Ian and Kira pulled fireballs from the bonfire.

In many fantasy novels, the Fire Ball spell appears as a weak beginner's magic.

But that's by the standards of worlds with tremendously powerful magic.

In this medieval fantasy world, a fireball is a sufficiently powerful spell.

At least it has enough power to burn two or three people!

"Here's your fireball, assholes!"

Ian threw fireballs toward the enemy mercenaries.

The enemies panicked at the sight of a wizard shooting fire with bare hands.

"That crazy bastard!"

"What's he throwing! Shit!"

The enemy mercenaries hurriedly moved positions, but the surroundings were already turning into a sea of flames.

The orcs, goblins, and undead couldn't break through the Hastria soldiers.

The enemy mercenaries were thrown into confusion by Ian and Kira's fire magic.

"Keep pushing forward!"

Elia shouted with a hopeful voice.

Now all they needed to do was crush the enemy infantry and capture the black wizards hiding in the rear!

Then they could find the way to the black wizards' headquarters!

But Ian had different thoughts from Elia.

"Elia. Command the soldiers to prepare for retreat."

"...? What are you saying? We're winning!"

She was right.

The black wizards' army was getting utterly destroyed by Ian and Elia's forces.

All they needed to do was pursue and claim victory.

Why suddenly retreat?

"The dragon will come soon."

"..."

But Ian judged that victory was impossible.

For one reason only.

The existence of the dragon, fantasy's strongest creature.

'The black wizards know they're going to lose.'

This was something he realized during the battle.

The black wizards' army was much weaker than expected.

If they had seriously intended to fight, at least Necromancer Bertholdt would have been deployed.

But Bertholdt's undead were nowhere to be seen.

This meant that these forces were merely bait.

'As expected... we need more preparation.'

Ian had moved with the sole purpose of retrieving Maria.

But looking around, he realized they would need additional preparation.

At minimum, they would need the help of drakes to face the dragon.

The question was how long it would take to bring the drakes...

'...'

In Talian, Ian had summoned drakes using a space movement scroll.

But the number of scrolls Ian currently possessed was... zero.

Not knowing space-time magic, Ian couldn't use spatial movement magic.

He could certainly bring drakes.

But.

Could he be sure Maria would be safe in the meantime?

With the obsessive Duke Roxlan joining the black wizards' ranks?

Ian pondered and pondered again.

Whether to fight the dragon now, risking danger.

Or gather more strength and fight again later.

But his deliberation didn't last long.

"Dragon-!"

A scream-like shout rang out.

Flapping its massive wings, the black dragon revealed itself.

"Predius...!"

It was the same black dragon they had encountered in Talian.

But there was a slight difference.

First, it was silent.

"Grrrr..."

Predius only growled while drooling, not saying a single word to Ian.

Ian found this slightly strange.

Clearly, Predius had been stabbed in the eye and brain by Ian.

For someone who should view Ian as a mortal enemy, shouldn't it have something to say, if not a friendly "Hello~ How have you been~" then at least something?

Instead, an unfamiliar wizard addressed Ian.

"Pleased to meet you, Ian Eredith Raven."

"...Antios."

A wizard who would ride a dragon and speak to Ian.

The leader of the Golden Rule Society and a damnably competent summoner...

None other than "Regent" Antios.

"I was just thinking of inviting you. Thank you for coming to me of your own accord."

Ian asked directly.

"Where is Maria?"

Antios answered without concealment.

"Duke Roxlan has her."

He quietly raised his hand.

"Let's continue our detailed conversation... inside."

At that moment, Belenka shouted.

"Everyone get down!"

Predius opened its mouth.

With a blinding flash, explosive flames poured out.

It was dragon's fire.

"Ah, aaaahhh!"

"Hide! To the valley!"

"No! We must protect the ballista!"

The Hastria forces were truly elite soldiers.

Even after being swept by the dragon's flames, they didn't falter.

Knowing they would be finished if they lost the ballista, they desperately defended it.

As soon as the flames poured down, Kira rushed forward.

"Get out of the way!"

"M-miss Wizard?!"

"[My dear friend! Please, I beg you, avoid me!]"

[Hmm. If you say so.]

The flames pouring toward Kira split in two and passed around her.

Like water splitting around a rock, Kira blocked the dragon's fire.

"Woooow...!"

The Hastria soldiers were awestruck by the fire wizard's magic that blocked the flames.

"Don't just stand there! Target the dragon!"

"Ah... yes!"

When Kira shouted, the soldiers loaded the ballista.

Simultaneously, a massive shadow fell over them.

"Kira!"

Belenka snatched Kira as if tackling her.

The two rolled on the ground together.

Thud!

With a heavy vibration, something fell in front of Kira.

It was a severed human arm.

"..."

Kira gritted her teeth and glared at the dragon.

When the flames failed, it had simply body-slammed the ballista and crushed it!

The dragon immediately swung its tail, trying to destroy the next ballista.

"You monster!"

An old knight blocked the dragon's path.

It was Sir Salvador.

"Grrrrr!"

"So you've even lost the ability to speak! Hideous beast!"

"Kyaaaaah!"

"In Heaven's name! I'll end your evil deeds here!"

Sir Salvador charged courageously.

The dragon's attention turned to Sir Salvador.

That brief moment was enough.

"Fire!"

One ballista had been destroyed, but another remained.

Ping!

"Kyaaaaah!"

"We did it!"

Remarkably, the ballista's massive arrow succeeded in piercing the dragon's body.

But...

'It's not enough!'

The dragon was merely inconvenienced in its movement.

Its life wasn't in danger...!

"[Dead one! Stand against the black wizards!]"

[Of course!]

Ian's skeleton giant also charged at Predius.

Boom!

For a very brief moment, the skeleton giant seemed to grapple with Predius.

But the difference in physique was too great.

No matter how large, a skeleton is still made of bones.

It couldn't match the dragon's muscle power.

"Kyaaah! Kyaaaah!"

Crack, craaack!

Predius roared fiercely.

The dragon pinned down the skeleton with its strength, then raised its claws and savagely tore at the skeleton's face.

[No...! I cannot fail like this...!]

Crack, craaaack!

Crunch!

The skeleton giant's head was shattered.

Predius casually shook off the ice fragments.

"That... monster!"

"God! Protect us!"

The humans, except for Ian's companions, half lost their minds witnessing the dragon's combat power firsthand.

Literally overwhelming power...!

Even Ian's group, who already knew how monstrous Predius was, shuddered.

"Ian!"

Belenka called to Ian.

Without Ian's magic, they couldn't continue fighting.

This meant that the decision to continue the battle or not rested with Ian.

"..."

But Ian couldn't answer immediately.

'What's going on...?'

He was observing Predius.

Certainly, Predius's condition was strange.

It was a dragon with a cruel and evil personality.

In the previous battle, it had been quite talkative, shouting "Die, you insects!" and so on...

Why wasn't it saying a single word now?

If Ian had been an ordinary warrior, he wouldn't have cared about such things.

It's a monster, who cares if it speaks or not?

But Ian was a wizard.

He was someone who paid more attention than anyone to whether communication with an opponent was possible.

"Predius!"

"..."

"Have you come for revenge because I stabbed your eye?"

"..."

The dragon still didn't answer.

'Wait a minute.'

A thought crossed Ian's mind.

'If communication with Predius is impossible...'

Ian looked up at Antios.

'How is that guy controlling Predius?'

Ian's mind was instantly engulfed in the flow of magical thinking.

...

The dragon's combat power was still overwhelming.

But some clue for dealing with it appeared...!

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