Became a Medieval Fantasy Wizard-Chapter 323

TL/Editor: raei

Status: 5/week mon-fri

Illustrations: none

Join the discord! Here

Count Consla was one of the empire's countless nobles managing a quiet rural territory.

"Chief Steward! How are the battle preparations coming along!"

"...Proceeding as planned."

Like most imperial nobles, Count Consla was a hereditary noble.

He was one who had sworn to guard and rule lands distributed by First Emperor Brifford to his subordinates, passing them down through generations.

When the First Emperor first distributed lands, the empire's atmosphere was fairly decent.

The 'Imperials' were mostly barbarians who had crossed from the north, busy adapting to their new lives in new lands.

The Dukes who had been 'tribal chiefs' acknowledged and respected the Emperor who had been the 'great chief.'

After all, it was an old tribal tradition.

So the First Emperor could confidently entrust imperial lands to the Imperial Dukes.

However...

After hundreds of years, the imperial nobles had become half-strangers to the Emperor.

This was natural since the Holy Empire had no fixed imperial family, instead adopting a system where the Emperor was elected.

What was the point of deep loyalty when the imperial family kept changing?

Count Consla too had much stronger loyalty to Duke Fargar than to the Emperor.

"His Grace the Duke must be desperately awaiting reinforcements!"

"..."

"Oh! The battlefield calls to me, yet here I rot like manure in this backwater!"

The Chief Steward barely held back from saying "Please read the room."

When Duke Fargar marched out, he summoned his trustworthy and loyal vassals.

...In other words, he summoned 'only' the trustworthy and loyal vassals.

While others sang of war and conquest...

Count Consla had been waiting desperately for the Duke's summons.

Planning what achievements he'd make in this war!

But no matter how long he waited, no orders came.

Duke Fargar was well aware of Count Consla's loyalty.

He was also aware that the Count wasn't particularly reliable...

The ancient sages said that of any five people, one must be garbage (Feat. Master Jirobo[1]).

By the law of idiot preservation, any group must have someone lacking.

Though Count Consla would never admit it...

He honestly wasn't much of a noble.

Though he was a Count by birth, as a person he was just mediocre.

The Chief Steward considered snapping "If His Grace didn't call you, mustn't there be a reason?" but...

Valuing his life, he chose to keep quiet.

"I've diligently gathered war funds! Summoned knights too!"

"..."

"As soon as provisions are secured, I'll conscript farmers and march out!"

Count Consla had indeed summoned knights.

But they were bandit-knights who enjoyed robbery.

To secure war funds, Count Consla ordered his summoned knights to collect "tolls."

It was practically an order for legal plunder.

Extorting travelers and merchants would block his territory's future development in the long run...

But Count Consla didn't care at all!

What mattered to him was sharing the glory of war at Duke Fargar's side, not pondering territory management like some penny-pincher.

Naturally, a noble should become a war hero!

'...Let him do as he pleases.'

Though a self-willed noble, Count Consla was tolerable.

At least... he was a noble.

What could you do if the Count wanted to act this way?

"T-terrible news!"

"What is it."

Just then, a soldier came running to report.

"Sir Sayer and the other knights...! Have been taken prisoner by a wizard!"

"???"

What the-

Count Consla asked incredulously.

"Wizard? Prisoner? What are you talking about?"

The soldier explained everything.

The knights trying to collect taxes (written as taxes, read as extortion) from passing travelers had been defeated by those same travelers!

Actually, the traveler was a wizard named Ian who was quite famous in Araz.

"Such insolence!"

Bang!

Count Consla was enraged.

Those knights were-!

They were talents meant to achieve glorious military deeds at beloved Duke Fargar's side!

In Count Consla's mind, Ian was naturally remembered as an 'evil and crafty wizard.'

Why?

Because he'd dared touch my knights!

"Black wizard! He must be a black wizard!"

Count Consla shouted.

Knights defeated by a wizard - he must definitely be an evil black wizard!

A reckless sense of justice began blazing in Count Consla's heart.

He would strike down the evil wizard and save his suffering territory (which wasn't actually suffering)-!

"Ready my horse!"

"My lord, please reconsider..."

"Silence!"

The Chief Steward was dumbfounded.

Hey, didn't they just say the knights were defeated?!

How would this stupid... no, naive noble lord handle a wizard that even the knights couldn't defeat?

"My lord. Take the hunters with you."

"Ah! Right! Tell those bowmen to follow too!"

Count Consla charged out of the castle like the personification of 'recklessness.'

The Chief Steward heaved a deep sigh.

Even someone like him got to be a noble just by having the right parents...

The class system had its absurd aspects sometimes.

Count Consla brought every available soldier and archer.

The Count's banner flew high, followed by armed soldiers.

It was quite a sight from afar.

"My lord! We see them!"

"Hahaha! Foolish ones! Daring to cause trouble in Count Consla's lands and think they can escape!"

Count Consla commanded without hesitation.

"Sound the horn!"

Buuuuuu-!

The battle horn sounded.

The enemy's(?) movement stopped.

Count Consla drew his sword and adjusted his helmet.

Before that evil wizard could cast his dark magic, he'd quickly cut off his head-

"?"

"My lord! It's the knights!"

But Count Consla couldn't charge.

From the enemy lines(?), knights suddenly started riding forward!

"A mere wandering wizard has knights with him?!"

Seeing the approaching knights, Count Consla finally understood.

So that's why our knights were defeated!

"Give me that bow!"

"My lord! Please wait..."

Count Consla grabbed a bow and fired without warning.

The infantry captain had no time to speak.

Neeeigh-!

The horse fell with a pitiful cry.

The knight naturally fell with it.

"Hahaha! All show on the outside, worthless inside!"

The infantry captain's jaw dropped.

No! This crazy noble lord-!

"My lord!"

"Why do you keep calling!"

"You just shot Sir Sayer!"

"...?"

What?!

Count Consla stared ahead in disbelief.

"No?!"

Why is this real???

Count Consla scratched his head.

The knight who'd fallen to his arrow was Sir Sayer, Count Consla's own knight...

"Why is he charging from the enemy lines! So confusing!"

Really? What the fuck?

The infantry captain shot the Count a look close to cursing, but.

The milk was already spilled...

'No choice...!'

Count Consla slowly rode forward.

Though he had clearly shot his subordinate by 'mistake'...

His pride wouldn't let him admit that fact.

So he tried to make his mistake not a mistake.

This content is taken from fгeewebnovёl.com.

"You bastard!"

Count Consla suddenly bellowed at Sir Sayer.

"How dare you betray me and side with the wizard!"

"???"

"Filthy traitor!"

At the sudden horn blast, Ian stopped his march.

The knight at Ian's side immediately spoke:

"Oh! It seems His Lordship has come!"

He brightened and rode out eagerly.

Whether from genuine loyalty or just acting tough after Ian's encouragement earlier...

He clearly welcomed Count Consla's arrival.

Ian waited for the knight to speak with the Count.

But right then.

Neeeigh-!

"?"

Ian couldn't believe his eyes.

The Count had suddenly shot his own knight with an arrow!

"...Filthy traitor..."

Hearing the distant voice, Ian couldn't hide his amazement.

No way, did this Count...

Shoot his knight thinking he'd betrayed him?!

Is he completely insane?

"No...!"

"What is this..."

The knights at Ian's side were also greatly shocked.

Count Consla didn't know Ian had 'simply' released the knights.

He probably couldn't even imagine it.

People who released prisoners without taking ransom or equipment were extremely rare!

So his misunderstanding was somewhat understandable.

"He's going to kill someone at this rate."

Ian immediately rode toward the Count. He had to stop this madness of the Count attacking his own knights.

"Ha-lt!"

Just then, archers appeared and aimed at Ian.

They must have judged him an enemy seeing him charge toward the Count.

Ian shouted in exasperation:

"Lower those bows right now, you idiots!"

But though the archers hesitated, they didn't retreat.

Seems they were watching their commander's reaction.

Ian shouted again.

It wasn't magic.

Using magic might make the excited archers loose arrows recklessly.

But what Ian shouted was as good as excellent magic:

"I am the disciple of Wizard Eredith, Dark Magic Professor at Imperial University, and-!"

"!"

"The Count of Talian's fiancé!"

One by one, the archers began lowering their bows.

Disciple of Wizard Eredith? Imperial University Professor?

Those are some fancy words~

The country bumpkin(...) archers didn't understand the first two titles.

But 'Count's fiancé' was impossible to misunderstand unless you were an idiot.

Wow! They're marrying a noble lord!

Better not shoot or we're fucked~!

"What are you doing! You lot! Right now-"

The infantry captain tried to press the archers.

But at Ian's next words, he shrunk back.

"Anyone who keeps aiming at me, I'll use magic to permanently pluck out all their hair-!"

"..."

The infantry captain quietly stepped back.

Ahem... baldness was a bit...

Even medieval people living day-to-day feared hair loss...

Having cleared all interference, Ian reached the Count and immediately shouted:

"Stop right now! Count!"

"...Who are you."

"Wizard Ian."

Count Consla looked at Ian with a crooked gaze.

So this green boy is why I'm going through this trouble?

He shouted angrily:

"What? Wizard Ian? Never heard such a name!"

"..."

"A wet-behind-the-ears brat using his master's name! I can guess your skill level!"

The moment Count Consla shouted that-

Sir Sayer gestured to the Count with trembling arms.

"M-my lord...!"

"What?"

"Y-you shouldn't... say such things...!"

"?"

"He's... a wizard...!"

Count Consla looked at Ian in confusion.

Ian's expression was... quite peculiar.

At the same time, Ian thought.

Ah... so now.

You want to try some medieval WWE with me, is that it?

"Did you just say I'm a weak wizard? Just now?"

Ian flicked his hand lightly.

Then something amazing happened.

Ian's shadow began writhing and climbing up his body...!

Count Consla stared at Ian in panic.

...This seems like it might have been a mistake...?!

---

[1. no idea who this is. a dude from naruto comes up on google. Doesn't look like a 'master' tho.]

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!