Became a Medieval Fantasy Wizard

TL/Editor: raei

Status: 5/week mon-fri

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"Hmm..."

Belenka calmly listened to Ian's explanation.

Then she thought about it.

"I don't understand what you're saying."

Ian openly showed his disappointment but.

Truly, Belenka couldn't understand what Ian was thinking.

"So you need to break some magic. And you need force for that?"

"That's what I'm saying."

"Hmm... hmm..."

No matter how she thought about it, Belenka couldn't understand using force to break magic.

From the start, terms like 'soul world' and 'guardian placed by a wizard' were foreign to her.

Ian said:

"Since talking won't work, I'll beat it directly."

But...

For Belenka, it was hard to even imagine a wizard beating something up in a soul world.

"Well. I suppose it's not for me to judge."

Belenka cleanly gave up thinking about it.

Though she showed impressive knowledge in combat-related matters.

In non-combat situations, she was someone who both disliked and couldn't think.

If a wizard says so, must be so.

"Then grab the sword, Ian."

Ian grabbed the training sword as Belenka instructed.

Holding a sword and facing an opponent, Ian felt a strange excitement.

Though this would be a sensation knights felt in every battle, Ian was a wizard.

Ian focused his mind and prepared for Belenka's attack.

Ah- I've finally grabbed a sword.

Now my medieval fantasy wizard service is terminated...!

Time to become a medieval fantasy swordsman!

"Hyah!"

Belenka swung her sword with a low shout.

And.

Thud.

"???"

Ian fell flat on the ground.

Wait, I was definitely ready to block the incoming sword...

When did I fall?!

Belenka offered her hand with a smile.

"That attack was a feint. The real one was a leg sweep."

"Th-that's dirty!"

"Hehe. That's what happens when you don't know."

Like a veteran player crushing a fighting game newbie, Belenka relentlessly pressed Ian.

Ian shuddered at Belenka's wickedness.

No wonder all the knight-newbies died! (Actually died)

'His stamina isn't bad.'

Surprisingly, Ian kept up well with Belenka's training.

He was a young man after all, and traveling around the empire had built decent basic fitness.

But still, he couldn't deny being a sword newbie.

"Well. Playtime's over."

"???"

Ian stared at Belenka in disbelief.

Playtime? This was just playtime?!

"Ian. Sorry to disappoint, but you should drop the idea of winning through training."

"Why not?"

"Training works for those who've already trained. Starting from scratch like you, it takes years to see results. You aren't planning to train for years just to break one magic spell, are you?"

"..."

That wasn't it.

Ian just needed to break through Maronius's security magic.

"Just teach me how to fight in specific situations. Show me the right moves for those."

"Oh."

In other words, crash course!

Perfect teaching for Ian.

Ian explained how the security magic attacked.

Belenka moved according to Ian's description.

"Like this?"

"Holy shit. How'd you do that?"

Belenka smiled and said:

"This is nothing."

Though Ian knew nothing about knights, he could clearly see Belenka's movements were art.

Moving flexibly and quickly like an Olympic gymnast.

He knew she was good at fighting, but experiencing her teaching felt different.

There's a saying:

If someone makes something look really easy, it's not that the task is easy - that person is just a master.

Belenka was a master of physical movement.

"I think I get it."

Belenka corrected Ian's posture while speaking:

"When the enemy charges from the front, focus on ducking your upper body to dodge."

Salvador, who'd been watching, volunteered to help.

"Now! When the opponent charges like this!"

"...Duck your body like this to dodge."

The two melee-characters got excited about their specialty coming up.

But Ian wasn't excited at all...

"Duck like this?"

"No! Lower! Faster! How are you going to dodge anything with that half-hearted duck!"n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Ian copied Belenka's movements 'exactly'.

But unlike Belenka, he just couldn't dodge the attacks!

"Got it? Ian! When they swing their arm, dodge first!"

...I want to dodge too.

After rolling around the training ground several times, Ian suddenly had a deep moment of enlightenment.

Medieval fantasy swordsman service is terminated...!

I was originally a medieval fantasy wizard!

Time to go study magic.

"Keep your distance!"

Thwack!

"Ow!"

Ian took a wooden sword to the side and rolled on the ground.

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The hellish training ended.

Ian prepared to enter the memory world again.

'If this doesn't work...'

Ian started grinding his teeth but stopped. If it doesn't work? What can you do about it?

'...I'll curl up and sob!'

If the plan failed, Ian resolved to cry his eyes out with all the frustration from training.

"Then, let's begin."

[Beginning memory playback.]

[Synchronizing... 70%... 80%...]

[The novice necromancer calls your name.]

[Synchronization paused.]

[You are 'Ian Eredith Raven'.]

Ian opened his eyes.

As expected, he saw an open field.

And a red-haired woman running toward him.

"Demius!"

"I'm not Demius! You bitch!"

"?!"

The red-haired woman, Liria, stopped with glowing red eyes.

Her head twisted at a strange angle.

"Who. Are. You?"

"Already forgot? You goldfish bitch. But kind me will tell you again."

Ian grabbed a wooden stick and shouted:

"I'm Ian Eredith Raven! Fuck, just talk to me!"

"...Die!"

Liria leaped at Ian like a wild animal.

'First jumping attack...'

Ian clenched his teeth and squeezed out his concentration.

The teachings of this era's greatest TRUE-teacher, Professor Belenka, came to mind!

'Duck the upper body to dodge!'

Today, medieval fantasy magic is terminated...

Now I am a medieval swordsman!

Ian ducked his upper body nimbly like a cat.

Liria's attack cut through empty air.

"?!"

Liria turned around with startled eyes.

But Ian had already moved.

Because it was within Professor Belenka's predicted range of movement!

Ian swung his branch faster before Liria could recover her stance.

"...Ugh!"

'Hit!'

Liria couldn't react to Ian's attack.

A clean hit landed!

Ian briefly felt intoxicated by the tingling impact in his hands.

Melee weapons are the best! The hit feedback is amazing!

After just running his mouth from behind until now, actually swinging a weapon felt completely different.

'Hmm. Pretty grand thoughts for beating up a woman.'

"...Die! Just die!"

Liria charged again.

But her attack pattern never went beyond quick charge - wild swinging.

He hadn't noticed when being ambushed but...

After training under Master Belenka, he could roughly see the movements.

Liria was... terrible at fighting...

'Makes sense.'

The creator of this murderous magic was Maronius.

Liria's movements would have been created by Maronius too.

Though his magic might be great wizard level, his fighting was barely street brawl level.

Even in fighting games, proper training under a master quickly takes you beyond beginner level.

For Ian who'd received coaching from Belenka and Salvador, Liria was nothing.

Ian successfully subdued her while dodging all her attacks.

"I win, Maronius."

"..."

"This cute girl is in my hands now. Maronius. If you don't want her to have a terrible time, show yourself right now."

'Fear and threats.'

Fear sometimes works as another means of persuading mysteries.

Ian made his ice-cold threat while recalling Demonite's teachings.

He didn't actually plan to do anything to Liria, but just the possibility would frighten the opponent.

[...Stop! I surrender! I yield!]

'As expected!'

Instead of the irritating one-word "Die!" responses until now, a voice with proper reason.

Maronius's memory that Ian had so wanted to talk with.

[Who are you? Who dares disturb my rest repeatedly!]

"[I am Ian...]"

[Ian Eredith Raven! I know! You idiot! How many times have you introduced yourself, think I don't know?!]

At the venomous voice, Ian immediately picked up the fallen Liria.

Hmm. That guy. Still not ready to talk.

"[Oh. Then let me teach you a new word. It's called NTR...]"

[N... what?]

"[It means stealing a girl who has a boyfriend.]"

Ian smiled wickedly and grabbed Liria's cheek.

'Maronius will react.'

A fact he'd already heard from Eredith.

Liria was Maronius's first and last girlfriend.

Though he didn't know exactly how they broke up...

No self-respecting man would just quietly watch some punk touch his girlfriend!

[You bastard! Take your hands off her this instant!]

"[Kuhehe... Short on words? Maronius? You can't be so dense you don't understand the situation.]"

Ian channeled 200% of Demonite's teachings and shouted in a voice full of evil:

Fear can overwhelm mysteries at the right moment!

Now, be afraid! Maronius! Tremble in fear! (No malice)

Fall into the pitch-black abyss of despair! (Really no malice)

If Demonite saw this, he'd be confused asking 'Did I teach him to be this evil?'

But Ian was confident.

Hey! This isn't because I want to! I'm just practicing Professor De's teachings!

Anyway, Ian put Demonite's teachings to perfect use.

Maronius's soul surrendered to Ian's wickedness(?)...

[I-I was wrong... Please, just spare Liria...]

"[Kuhehe... Now you're speaking sense!]"

Seeing Ian's evil smile, Maronius's soul shuddered.

That malice-filled smile!

We've caught a real psycho here!

There had been countless necromancers trying to summon Maronius's soul.

But most were so clumsy at even summoning souls that encounters like this never happened.

Yet this necromancer had not only summoned the soul nearly perfectly but also firmly maintained his sense of self in the memory world.

'What kind of person is he?'

Breaking into others' memories, he must be an evil wizard trying to steal magical secrets.

Maronius's soul glared at the wicked necromancer.