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Capítulo 161: Chapter 161

While Ian broke down Kira and Maria's mental fortitude, Belenka and Jubal savored sweet honey.

"Oh, Jubal. It's bee honey," Belenka remarked.

This wasn't a metaphor; they were actually sucking on real honey.

"Those bees don't have stingers. Go fetch a little."

"Yes, sir. I'll be right back."

Jubal charged bravely towards the beehive and returned with enough honey for five people.

As Belenka said, the bees were stingless, making it easy to collect the honey.

"Ian. Eat this and keep going."

"Oh, what's this? Honey?"

Belenka grinned as she popped a piece of honeycomb into the mouths of her other companions.

Kira and Maria's expressions were a sight to behold.

She'd heard Ian was giving some special training, but...

Rather than training, their faces looked like they'd been through hell.

Of course, as a knight, Belenka couldn't care less.

She was happy being a knight.

"We're almost there," Belenka said while sucking on the honeycomb.

Observing her surroundings keenly, Belenka could tell the environment had already changed quite a bit.

It was evidence that they'd nearly arrived at Baron Vincents' domain.

"Belenka," Jubal said, pointing somewhere. "That squirrel... I think it's been watching us for a while."

"Let's see."

Belenka observed in the direction Jubal indicated.

Indeed, a squirrel was staring intently at Ian's group.

In the past, she would've passed by such a squirrel without a second thought.

But traveling with Ian, Belenka had witnessed far too many mysteries.

"Hey! Ian!" Belenka immediately called out.

"What is it?"

"Look over there."

Ian scrutinized where Belenka was pointing.

Then he tilted his head, puzzled.

"A familiar?"

From this unfamiliar squirrel, he sensed the scent of a familiar.

'... A black[1] wizard?!'

Ian's tension skyrocketed.

They'd been too lax due to the lack of attacks so far...

The southern Empire was clearly a land where black wizards ran rampant.

Even Ian had already clashed twice with the [Golden Rule Society]!

'Were we being watched?!'

Ian admitted he'd been too careless.

"Belenka! Guard the perimeter!"

"Got it. Jubal! Raise the shield!"

"Yes!"

At Belenka's command, Jubal immediately raised a large wooden shield.

It was a crude thing Belenka had made on the road, just wooden planks with handles attached.

One proper axe blow would turn it into firewood in an instant.

But it could effectively defend against crossbows, spears, and swords.

Even more so when wielded by a giant standing 2 meters tall!

'Skill cards... Do I have Spear of Flame?'

Ian checked for skill cards immediately useful in combat.

Spear of Flame, which he'd used against the black wizard Walter, had finished its cooldown.

If there was only one enemy, he could roast them with Spear of Flame.

'The wizard must be nearby!'

Ian instinctively knew this to be true.

The presence of a familiar meant the wizard was hiding not far away.

Ian took a deep breath and shouted, "Oberon! Go catch that squirrel!"

"Caw!"

Oberon flapped his wings and shot out like a black arrow.

As mentioned before, Oberon was quite large.

So large, in fact, that he was comparable in size to a 13-14 pound native chicken.

Weighing over 1kg, Ian would get annoyed every time Oberon perched on his shoulder.

Moreover, crows were infamous for their nasty temperament.

Beating up one cute little squirrel was child's play for him.

"Squeak!"

As Oberon swooped down, the squirrel startled and tried to flee.

But its opponent was Oberon, the merciless hunter!

A massive shadow engulfed the squirrel!

"Caw!"

"Squeeeak! Squeeeak!"

Oberon subdued the squirrel in the blink of an eye.

The squirrel clawed desperately at the ground with its tiny fingers, but there was no escaping Oberon's cruel beak.

"... That's kind of pitiful," Kira muttered.

But Ian snorted.

Just because it looks cute doesn't mean it's harmless. Squirrels are part of nature too. They eat something in the forest and are eaten by something else.

Especially since this one was a black wizard's familiar.

He didn't feel an ounce of pity!

"Caw!"

[Where's your master, squirrel-ski!]

"Squeak! Squeak!"

[Wh-what are you talking about! Who is it? Squirrel-ski?!]

Ian heard the two animals chattering away.

As a level 3 summoner, Ian had reached the stage where he could somewhat understand animal intentions.

"Oberon. Is that how you're going to make it talk?"

[Oh! Was I too soft?]

Ian nodded.

"Right. You should've said you'd break all its precious acorn-cracking front teeth if it didn't spill quickly."

[...!]

Oberon's wings trembled at Ian's fierce threat.

The mere thought was horrifying.

Breaking a squirrel's acorn-cracking front teeth...!

How cruel!

'As expected, my master is wonderfully twisted!'

Thinking he'd chosen his master well, Oberon nodded.

"Caw!"

[Spill it before I break your teeth!]

"Squeeeak!"

The squirrel trembled under Oberon's talons.

If they intimidated this squirrel well, they could find out where its master was hiding!

Just then.

Something burst out of the bushes.

"Wait! Stop!"

'... Here they come!'

Ian immediately activated his [Spear of Flame] skill.

"[O Spear of Flame!]"

Whoosh!

A massive flame tore through the air!

'Strike first, win first!'

After fighting wizards a few times, he knew for certain.

You must never give a wizard time.

If you give them time to prepare magic, who knows what kind of nonsense they'll pull.

Ian tried to drive down the Spear of Flame before the opponent could cast a spell.

"Kyaaaa!"

"???"

The moment Ian raised the Spear of Flame.

He witnessed an unexpected scene.

The enemy wizard suddenly collapsed to the ground.

Hadn't they just jumped out to fight?!

'Is this a trick?'

Ian seriously debated whether to ignore this or not.

Then he made his decision.

For now... let's stop the spear and hear what they have to say.

"Who are you?"

"Spare me! Please spare me!!!"

"...?"

'Is that... a black wizard?'

As soon as Ian stopped his attack, the opponent started begging desperately.

Bowing their head and trembling...

They really looked pitiful.

"Answer me! Who are you! Why were you spying on us?"

"I'm so sorry! Really! I really had no ill intentions! Please believe me!"

"..."

Ian glanced around briefly.

His companions had already lost their will to fight.

Honestly... Ian had lost his steam too.

If this was an act by a black wizard trying to lull Ian into a false sense of security, they were clearly an actor rivaling Kira.

"Please...! Just spare my life...!"

"Haah."

Snap!

Ian snapped his fingers, dispelling the Spear of Flame.

It seemed the opponent wasn't a black wizard after all.

As the blazing Spear of Flame vanished.

"Hu, huaaaaaang....!"

The wizard burst into tears they'd been holding back.

"Ah...!"

Kira's face turned beet red as she hastily covered Ian's eyes.

"Ian! Look away!"

"Huh? Why?"

Kira, genuinely flustered, stuttered as she whispered, "That woman... she, she peed herself..."

"???"

Ian was instantly dumbfounded.

'Indeed...'

There was a reason the elders warned against playing with fire.

It was truly a terrifying power.

Today's lesson.

Don't play with fire(?).

'She's definitely not a black wizard.'

Ian was certain this ditzy woman couldn't possibly be a black wizard.

If she were, he'd dive into a river, for real.

Of course, the one who actually ran to the river was the suspicious female wizard.

After witnessing Ian's tremendous magic and soiling herself (not a metaphor), she needed to find a river for cleanup.

Some time later.

The wizard returned, clutching dripping wet clothes (Maria had lent her spare clothes).

"Are you alright?"

"...!"

As soon as the wizard left, Belenka and Kira flooded Ian with words.

How upset must she be~

Never embarrass a girl like that~

Try to smooth things over as naturally as possible~ and so on.

He hadn't noticed earlier due to the chaos, but the wizard was a woman around Ian and Kira's age.

Meaning she looked to be in her late teens to early twenties.

The most notable feature was her silver hair.

The wizard's face turned bright red the moment her eyes met Ian's.

If she went for a health checkup like that, she'd get a full course in the emergency room.

In other words, she looked far from normal.

"You...! Ugh!"

She seemed to have a ton to say.

But when you have too much to say, you often end up speechless.

The wizard glared at Ian with a crimson face, then suddenly thrust her laundry forward.

'Ugh, dirty!... is what I almost thought!'

Manners towards girls.

Recalling his companions' advice, Ian put on a polite smile.

Right. Let's try to understand this girl's sorrow!

A way to resolve this without embarrassment...

'Thrusting out her clothes like that... she must want compensation, right?'

That was the only explanation.

In fact, Ian felt genuinely sorry for her.

He naturally assumed she was a black wizard since she was openly spying with a familiar.

Anyway. It's all because of those bastard black wizards, Walter and Bertholdt.

"Here's some money..."

The wizard saw the coins Ian offered and screamed.

"That's not it!"

'...? Is it not enough?'

Then what is it? Ian wondered.

Just then, the wizard, who had been concentrating, suddenly blurted out words of magic.

"[Freeze!]"

"Oh."

The dripping wet clothes instantly froze solid.

Then as she shook the clothes, ice shards scattered everywhere.

'Impressive.'

Ian was genuinely amazed.

The magic the wizard demonstrated was none other than ice magic.

Ice magic, which steals heat from objects, becomes more likely to succeed the colder the surroundings.

It has nearly 0% chance of success in summer and approaches 100% in winter.

Right now the weather was neither cool nor warm.

Yet she succeeded with ice magic, proving her considerable skill.

"You saw that clearly, right?! This is who I am!"

Clap clap clap~

Ian applauded enthusiastically.

Half to cover her embarrassment, half out of genuine surprise.

Having regained her composure, the wizard shouted with energy incomparable to before.

"You! You're Ian Eredith Raven, right?!"

"...? Do you know me?"

The wizard placed her hand on her chest and declared, "I am Krysus Montana! Your senior by two years!"

'Senior?'

Ian tilted his head, puzzled.


Capítulo 162: Chapter 162

The Empire's magic lacked foundation.

It wasn't surprising that baseless magic ran rampant, given that the Empire itself was a baseless country.

The roots of magic naturally lay in the ancient Golden Empire.

Archwizard Maronius had presented the basic concepts of magic, which his disciples developed into its present form.

During the Golden Empire's heyday, Imperial wizards held such high status that they even participated in state affairs. There was even an official position called Celestial Wizard.

But the Golden Empire fell...

And the Holy Empire, founded by barbarians from the north, took its place.

In the Holy Empire, wizards were treated as reclusive eccentrics.

They were capable and useful, but strange people who wouldn't be swayed by the nobles' whims!

However, a systematic wizard society like in the Golden Empire era wasn't established.

The Holy Empire was such a barren country that even wizards had nothing among themselves.

At best, magic was taught at the Imperial University in Dranheim.

Even the Imperial University hadn't been around for long.

For most wizards, knowledge was passed down between master and apprentice, with members of the same school holding periodic meetings to share their magic.

In other words...

The treatment of other wizards varied wildly!

'I don't really get this senior-junior business,' Ian thought, tilting his head.

It wasn't that Ian was strange.

Ian had spent his entire life as a wizard under his master, Eredith.

Eredith had only taught him that 'wizards should just be polite to each other', without elaborating on other aspects.

Well... Eredith didn't know much either!

Like Ian, Eredith had never experienced wizard society life.

No, there wasn't anything that could be called a wizard society to begin with!

In this desolate post-apocalyptic... no, Holy Empire land, what wizard community could one expect to find?

It was just about attending periodic fire wizard meetings, receiving grants, and completing quests given at the meetings.

That's why Ian found it difficult to understand what this woman, Krysus, was saying.

Krysus claimed to be Ian's senior by two years...

But so what?

In wizard society, there were no set 'protocols for meeting seniors'.

There wasn't even an atmosphere of treating seniors with particular respect.

The wizards Ian had met so far just mutually respected each other and moved on.

"Ah. So you're my senior."

So Ian decided to go along with it perfunctorily.

"That's right! Your master is my master's junior, and I became a wizard two years before you!"

Krysus glanced at Ian, gauging his reaction.

Ian was dumbfounded.

If she was the senior, why was she checking Ian's reaction?

"... So. I'll graciously forget your rudeness. Because I'm a benevolent senior!"

Ah. So that's what it was about?

"You, you too! Don't breathe a word about what happened here!"

The reason for laying the groundwork about being a senior was to keep Ian's mouth shut.

A lot had happened, but Krysus had indeed shown an unsightly side.

"Yes. I understand."

Ian replied immediately.

It's not like Ian was a villain. He had no intention of blackmailing Krysus by exploiting her weakness.

"Phew... Good. Let's get moving then."

Krysus tucked her squirrel familiar into her clothes and started walking without hesitation.

As they moved, Ian asked a simple question.

"By the way, why were you watching us?"

"Obviously to see when you'd arrive! These days, there are so many black wizards..."

Krysus suddenly startled herself and looked at Ian.

"You, don't tell me you thought I was a black wizard?!"

"... If that wasn't the case. Why else would I have attacked you, senior?"

Krysus shouted, her face reddening.

"I, I just thought you were some weirdo!"

'These wizards, really...' Ian heaved an internal sigh.

How unbiased were wizards that they'd think 'Ah! I've run into some weirdo!' even when suddenly attacked?

Though Ian himself was a wizard, wizards were indeed full of strange people.

"Were you waiting for me?"

"Yes. You're the last one."

"The last one?"

It was an unexpected statement.

Krysus explained.

"You know Professor Inglan was captured, right?"

"Yes. That's why I came."

Inglan had been captured in Baron Vincents' domain.

Upon learning this, space-time wizards spread the news far and wide, requesting help from other wizards.

In other words, many wizards besides Ian had received requests for help.

"Everyone who could move has gathered."

"Besides you and me, senior?"

"There are three more people."

Ian was slightly surprised.

Did that mean five wizards had gathered to rescue Professor Inglan?

With five wizards deployed, and counting the space-time wizards who had been running around, who knew how many wizards were in motion?

'This professor has a talent for causing trouble,' Ian thought, clicking his tongue.

He should have just stayed at the university handing out C grades to students...

Why did he have to travel for magic research?

"You didn't go in first?"

"We planned to move after gathering people. If they could capture a wizard, they're not ordinary opponents."

Ian understood.

Just like recruiting party members to cross a mountain, they were gathering party members to confront this Baron Vincents character.

No matter how much respect and awe wizards commanded, they were still just individuals.

Meaning they'd die if stabbed with a sword.

Usually, they were treated well, but occasionally, when faced with an opponent who'd lost their mind, wizards found it very tricky to deal with.

So for safety, they were going to confront them as a full party of five.

"I'll explain the details after we arrive."

Krysus guided Ian's group to a tavern.

The scent of warm wood and the warmth of a bonfire welcomed Ian.

As Krysus had said, three people were gathered at one table.

"Ah! You're here!"

The unfamiliar wizards greeted Ian.

Ian bowed politely to the wizards.

As Ian's group entered, the small tavern felt cramped (largely due to Jubal's presence).

"Come on, let's wet our whistles before we start!" a blonde wizard said, standing up.

Only after a mug of beer was placed in front of everyone did the wizards begin to talk.

"Let's start with introductions! I'm Herta, and I specialize in air magic!"

Herta was a blonde female wizard.

Her lively tone gave off the scent of an extrovert.

"I'm Anton, a water wizard."

A wizard named Anton stood up and spoke. He had brown hair and a typical Imperial face.

If there was anything distinctive about him, it was that he was clearly showing how bothersome this all was.

"Karl. Earth wizard."

The oldest man spoke.

Unlike Anton, he just seemed to be a man of few words.

"You already know me, right?"

"Yes, Senior Krysus. Ice wizard."

Krysus smiled with satisfaction.

"You've got a good memory!"

"..."

She'd just said it, wouldn't there be a problem with her memory if she forgot?

Four wizards had finished introducing themselves.

Now it was Ian's turn.

Ian politely greeted the wizards.

"Pleased to meet you all. I'm Ian, Eredith's disciple. My specialization is..."

"He's a fire wizard!"

"... dark magic."

"Liar!!!"

Ugh. So noisy.

Ian glared at Krysus, but she didn't pay any attention.

She was too busy being shocked.

What, fire magic wasn't his specialty?

Then what was that spear of flame he showed earlier?!

"You, you're really a dark wizard?!"

"Yes."

Ian lightly flicked his finger.

Ian's shadow writhed like a living creature before stopping.

The other wizards let out small gasps of admiration.

"It's dark magic! You handle a difficult type of magic!"

"An unusual fellow."

"..."

In fact... it seemed only Herta had actually expressed admiration.

Anyway.

"Now that the last wizard has arrived, let's talk about the job!"

As Krysus had explained, the wizards had been waiting for Ian.

Herta, being the most extroverted, took the lead in explaining.

"Ian. How much do you know about the situation?"

"I only know that Professor Inglan has been imprisoned."

"Alright. The person who imprisoned Professor Inglan is Baron Vincents' proxy."

"...?"

The wizards had arrived before Ian and completed various investigations.

They had even found out who had captured Inglan.

But the culprit was somewhat unexpected.

"The baron's proxy?"

"Yes."

"Then where's Baron Vincents?"

"He's not here. He's in his own domain."

"???"

Ian's brain short-circuited for a moment.

Baron Vincents isn't in Baron Vincents' domain, but in his own domain...?

What kind of nonsense was that?

Seeing Ian's peculiar expression, Herta belatedly added.

"Ah. Baron Vincents is Count Gremlin."

Ian couldn't help but let out a chuckle.

He understood Herta's explanation.

Medieval titles are attached to land, not people.

Baron of Somewhere, Count of Somewhere - these aren't official titles, but names of land deeds.

In other words, Baron Vincents being Count Gremlin meant...

Count Gremlin was holding two land deeds.

"Holding two titles. How wasteful."

"Indeed."

However, holding many titles wasn't necessarily a good thing.

First, it's difficult to manage.

Titles are typically bound to other titles by oaths of fealty, and holding multiple titles could lead to conflicting oaths.

For example, imagine a noble who owns land in both South Korea and Japan.

If war breaks out, whose side should they take?

And if the King of Japan gives an order, should a Korean noble follow it?

There are many other problems besides these.

How would one manage domains far apart, and how would it look to other vassals to possess many titles?

Knights without titles would surely want to become the lord of Baron Vincents' domain.

But if their master tightly holds onto a barony, ignoring his vassals...

He'd certainly look like a greedy pig.

"Baron Vincents' domain is a land where the lord's power is weak."

Ian nodded.

He had thought Baron Vincents had gone mad and captured Inglan...

In fact, it was a situation that had little to do with the lord.


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