Became a Medieval Fantasy Wizard

Chapter 218

TL/Editor: raei

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Though he wasn't particularly grateful, Ian thanked Inglan.

"Thank you for coming from so far away."

"..."

"You even hired mercenaries. And gathered quite a lot of supplies."

"..."

"You must have spent a lot of money..."

"Aaaaargh! Why! Why does this only happen to me!"

Inglan let out a scream!

Realizing he had royally screwed up, Inglan suddenly felt like he'd gained enlightenment.

I just wanted to do something good!

This feeling of getting screwed over by fate itself!

"Where's Eredith?! Where's Eredith?"

"She's doing well. Want to go see her?"

Ian took Inglan to Eredith.

"Um... Wizard. What about us..."

The mercenaries asked nervously, keeping an eye on Ian.

They had come to fight, but now the battlefield had vanished, creating an odd situation.

Ian answered immediately.

"Go home."

"Ah!"

It was standard practice to immediately dismiss mercenaries who had become useless.

Even though they were hired with Inglan's money, Ian dismissed the mercenaries on Inglan's behalf.

They had received free wages, so they shouldn't have many complaints.

"Damn. We came all this way, and now we have to go back empty-handed."

"Yeah. Maybe we should loot something on the way back..."

Some mercenaries grumbled among themselves, apparently not too concerned about living long.

Mercenaries were the type to live only for today anyway.

"Ha. Don't do anything stupid and just go home, kids."

"What's it to you?"

"If you idiots get executed for misbehaving, it'll ruin the reputation of other mercenaries. Morons."

The veteran soldiers mocked the thug-like mercenaries.

Usually, after a battle, it was customary for mercenaries to loot.

Raiding houses, robbing travelers on the road, somehow making extra income.

The logic was, "We're on the winning side anyway, who's going to stop us?"

But that was for armies that had won normally.

When you've won without fighting, like now, it's better for your health to quietly withdraw.

"Old-timers like you are the ones who'll get caught and executed!"

"Yeah! Has-been!"

The young mercenaries, apparently quite irritated(...), each threw in a jab.

But the veteran soldier's expression didn't change at all.

"You lot. Do you even know who that wizard is?"

The young mercenaries just stared blankly at each other.

Brutes who only knew how to swing weapons wouldn't bother memorizing wizards' names.

"That's the famous [Ian Eredith Raven]."

"Raven...?"

"Wait a minute. The one who knows how to make the 'Potion of Vitality'?!"

Ian's name was quite famous around Talian.

More precisely, he was known by nicknames like 'the Black Crow Wizard' or 'Wizard Raven'.

"That's right, you ignorant fools."

The veteran soldier said mockingly.

"If you raid even one house, the wizard will know everything."

"B-But... how could even a wizard know that..."

Just then, a large crow flew in and perched on a flag.

The crow stared at the mercenaries with its pitch-black eyes.

Suddenly, the crow spoke!

"Caw! Humans!"

"!"

"I-It's insane!"

The mercenaries backed away in terror.

Some even drew their weapons in surprise.

Those eerie eyes! That jet-black plumage!

And that sinister tongue spewing human language!

'The wizard's crow!'

The wizard's crow shouted.

"Bring offerings!"

"???"

"Bring offerings and gain my favor!"

The young mercenaries trembled in fear.

Mess with that thing, and we're screwed!

But the veteran soldier calmly took out a piece of bread from his pocket.

"Here you go, Mr. Crow."

"Caw! You pass!"

Right then, a wizard with jet-black hair appeared.

It was Ian Eredith Raven himself...!

"Master. So what about Kira and Maria..."

"You were planning to go to Dranheim, right? If you go, I'll be these children's guardian."

Eredith said decisively.

Ian smiled in relief.

It would have been quite a struggle for Ian to enroll them by himself.

With Eredith stepping in, there was nothing to fear.

"Raising talented wizards is always a joy!"

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After their discussion, all the wizards except Mani decided to head to Dranheim.

Mani said she planned to make her own nest again.

"We'll deal with the dragon corpse starting tomorrow. Let's have fun today, shall we?"

While Lucy and the nobles were busy without a moment to spare, the wizards were relatively free.

Ian spent his time productively, catching up with Eredith and introducing Longtail.

Then the post-war cleanup was mostly finished.

A small banquet was held in the name of the merciful Countess of Talian.

"People of Talian, listen!"

In the evening, as the sun was setting.

People who had finished their daily work gathered like clouds around Talian Hall.

Lucy, wearing an elegant dress lined with fairy silk and a conical hat, shouted from the platform.

"Just a few months ago, the imperial lands of Yurdo, Lantro, and Bahen were ravaged by an evil black dragon!"

"The enemy was overwhelmingly strong, and many gathered here lost their homes!"

"The winged calamity soon fell upon us, and we had to face the black dragon Predius with our own strength!"

The crowd was silent, not even a breath could be heard.

They were undoubtedly recalling the day Predius appeared.

Countless refugees had lost their homes and families.

At that very moment when everyone was gloomy.

Lucy shouted with all her might.

"But we were victorious!"

"...!"

"The brave Sir Salvador and the blessed Knights of Santiago! Eredith of Drawald and the wizard Kira!"

"And the wizard Ian! His friend, the drake!"

"People of Talian!"

"Behold the heroes who brought down the dragon!"

As soon as Lucy finished speaking.

An enormous roar of cheers and applause poured out endlessly.

"Wooooooah!"

"Heroes of the Empire!"

"Dragon Slayer! Dragon Slayer Ian!!!"

Dragon Slayer!

Dragon Slayer!

The people of Talian and the refugees chanted 'Dragon Slayer' with one heart and mind.

It was praise for the human who had brought down an unbreakable monster.

A cry of respect for the hero who had saved them.

Salvador just smiled contentedly, while the Knights of Santiago raised their glasses high and laughed merrily.

Eredith was indifferent, and Kira waved and smiled with a 100% sincere celebrity pose.

The soldiers who had participated in the dragon defense and Baron Damon didn't hide their joy either.

Ian was smiling too.

Because he was called Dragon Slayer?

No.

Because Lucy spoke better than he expected.

Lucy's noble behavior suited her surprisingly well.

Though her actions sometimes seemed a bit lacking, Lucy was indeed a striking beauty.

Since she had the looks, the same speech seemed more convincing coming from her.

"Wizard Ian! Step forward!"

Lucy of Talian called for Ian.

All eyes turned to Ian.

Ian slowly climbed onto the platform.

"Wizard Ian."

Even without a microphone, Lucy's voice rang out strangely clear.

"Without your drake, countless people would have lost their lives."

Lucy's face was close.

Lucy looked into Ian's eyes as she spoke.

"You are a true hero of Talian."

Ian just smiled.

He had saved Talian quite often. That's true.

"In the name of Talian's ruler! I will grant you any one wish you desire."

"Do I have to say it now?"

"No? Tell me whenever Ian is comfortable!"

Lucy smiled brightly and shouted to the crowd.

"Everyone worked hard! Now, let the banquet begin!"

"Woooooooooh!"

The Countess's banquet began.

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