Became a Medieval Fantasy Wizard

Chapter 259

TL/Editor: raei

Status: 5/week mon-fri

Illustrations: none

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Several days had passed since the [Black Wizard's Attack].

Surprisingly, Ian's daily life hadn't changed much.

This fact had already been established during the university management meeting.

"Who'd have thought black wizards would cause trouble even in the north?"

News of black wizards causing trouble in the Empire's south was quite well-known.

But the north was known as a relatively black wizard-free zone.

Yet now there'd been a black wizard attack in the north?

Everyone's reaction was basically 'Well, it was bound to happen...'

"From what I hear, they're truly insufferable."

"Like commoners who don't know their place. They should just live and die quietly as they were born. Tsk tsk."

"It's what happens when people without talent force themselves to learn magic."

"..."

Ian's jaw dropped slightly at the reactions of the university's higher-ups.

Wow... these bigwigs really didn't care about black wizards at all.

The nobles thought of black wizards as 'commoners getting uppity trying to advance themselves.'

The wizards saw them as 'people who contracted with violent mysteries because they lacked ability.'

They looked down on them with contempt rather than seeing them as a serious threat.

This was because black wizards had never openly caused trouble in the north before.

"Black wizards are just black wizards, no matter how skilled!"

"Exactly! Our excellent Professor Demonite and Professor Ian took care of that black wizard!"

Clap clap clap~

Though he received unexpected applause, Ian wasn't feeling great about it.

True, he had dealt with the black wizard Pals.

But many questions remained unanswered.

Who had ordered Pals to attack, and what was their goal?

Who was the person Pals had been waiting for while stalling for time? Were they still at the university?

'This fucking sucks.'

Though he hadn't told anyone else.

Ian had the strange feeling he was being hunted by black wizards.

The feeling of being targeted was way worse than he'd imagined.

If he hadn't been reincarnated as a wizard in this medieval fantasy world, he'd never have experienced this special situation!

Wow! How rare! What a fresh experience~

'...Fuck.'

"His Holiness the Pope said he'd send soldiers, so there's no need to worry about the university's safety!"

"Other nobles have sent military funds too."

Pals' attack hadn't significantly disrupted the academic schedule.

If black wizards had kidnapped masses of students or if someone important had died, classes might have been suspended.

But since the attacker had just gotten killed by a professor, they settled for increasing security.

The Pope was happy to send soldiers since it meant more influence at Imperial University.

That bastard just wanted to plant his people in the north...

'Besides studying, I need to prepare for black wizards.'

Ian thought about it.

His university duties had increased.

If possible, finding infiltrated black wizards.

"Then the seminar..."

"Will proceed as planned!"

But first, he decided to focus on the seminar.

#

Ian consulted with reliable wizards about the black wizards.

Namely Eredith and... Inglan.

'Never thought I'd rely on Inglan.'

Though Ian found it absurd, the fact remained that Inglan was trustworthy.

Sure he was greedy and his head didn't work well outside of magic.

But unexpectedly, Inglan was a loyal person.

"Black wizards..."

Eredith and Inglan listened seriously to Ian's words.

"Indeed, Ian. Your suspicions make sense."

"That Pals guy was an infiltrated black wizard. No reason there can't be more like him."

The two wizards reached the same conclusion as Ian.

They couldn't know how many, but there were likely disguised black wizards at Imperial University.

The question was how to root them out.

If this was some rural baron's domain, questioning people one by one might work.

Elia held something out.

Ian was shocked when he saw what Elia had gotten.

"No way, this is!"

"Hehe. It's an extremely~ rare item. I was lucky to get my hands on it!"

Elia's gift was...

A mathematics book!

And it was written in the ancient Coral Sea language!

How did she know I loved this kind of thing!

"Ahem. I didn't counsel you just to get gifts..."

"Aw~ It's just a small token of appreciation. Please accept it!"

Ian quickly hid the mathematics book before anyone could see.

'He really likes it?'

Elia watched Ian with curious eyes.

One of her followers had gotten the book saying Ian would like mathematics books as a gift...

She'd thought they were talking nonsense, but seeing how happy he was felt strange.

What kind of crazy person gets excited about receiving a math book as a gift?

Yet there was such a crazy person right there.

'Wizards really are weird.'

Elia found even Ian's bizarre aspects charming.

A wizard should have at least one eccentric trait, right?! (Not really)

"If you need anything else in the future, just let me know."

"I'll take you up on that occasionally."

#

The seminar began as scheduled.

Eredith had already spoiled the topic once before.

'She said it would be about Maronius.'

Like lectures at any university, the seminar was held in a public lecture hall.

The only difference was that everyone sitting there was a professor-level intellectual.

Without a certain level of knowledge, you wouldn't even understand the lecture.

Ian attended the seminar with Eredith and Inglan.

"Then... I'll present my research findings."

The wizard who stepped onto the platform was a thoroughly aged old man.

He looked like he'd stepped right out of a fantasy illustration - a jolly grandfather wizard!

"As some of you may know, let me introduce myself first. I am Forendal, a humble wizard."

Forendal conducted his presentation with extremely practiced skill.

Ian found himself unconsciously drawn into Forendal's presentation.

This was 76-year-old Grandfather Forendal's final blazing seminar!!!

'He's a true master.'

As expected of a grandfather wizard you could trust.

Forendal's presentation was extremely clean.

Among the professor-level wizards seated there, none would fail to understand Forendal's presentation.

The core of Forendal's presentation was this:

[On the Incompleteness of the Maronius Language]

As everyone knew, the Maronius language was an artificial language.

Like [Hangul] created by the King-God-General-Emperor True-King Sejong the Great, it was a language directly crafted by humans.

Moreover, the Maronius language was incomplete.

The Empire's wizards were still working today to complete the magical language Maronius left unfinished.

'Archwizard Maronius.'

He wasn't called Archwizard for nothing.

"And this... is a new magical word I discovered in Maronius's research records."

The Maronius language was incomplete.

So wizards were constantly updating(?) the Maronius language to achieve a perfect magical language.

Forendal shouted toward the sky:

"Hwi-kara!"

BOOM!

"Oh!"

"The wind moved quickly...! Did you see that lightning just now!"

Suddenly, a status window appeared before Ian's eyes.

[Your knowledge of the Maronius language has slightly increased!]

[Your understanding of wind has slightly increased!]

'Looks like he made something legitimate.'

Ian nodded.

That's university for you.

The experience farming was solid.

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