Became a Medieval Fantasy Wizard

TL/Editor: raei

Status: 5/week mon-fri

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Eredith knew Ian's magic was strange.

'Ian is walking his own path.'

Eredith had gathered diverse knowledge wandering the continent.

It wasn't for nothing that Ian called her the Wikipedia wizard.

At first, Eredith thought Ian's magic was northern shamans' Arcana magic.

Northern magic, preserving the primal mysteries intact, was closer to faith and prayer than systematic magic.

In Ian's words, Arcana magic was 'RNG bullshit magic'.

RNG bullshit magic. Where had she heard that before?

Right. It had the same nature as priests' holy magic.

Holy magic also worked by offering sacred pleas and receiving corresponding answers from great heaven.

Arcana was RNG. Holy magic was RNG.

Then what was the common point between these magics?

The power's source was divine beings.

The god governing Arcana magic was the northern Ice God Hrundal.

The god managing holy magic was Heaven's Faith's Sky God.

In other words, both magics were divine power rather than human power.

'But...'

Eredith had watched Ian's strange magic several times.

When clashing with the black dragon Predius, Ian used magic unlike anything Eredith had seen before.

She'd thought it was just Arcana magic then...

'It's different from Arcana.'

Ian's magic was different from any magic Eredith knew.

The same conclusion came no matter how many times she thought about it.

Then what exactly was Ian's magic?

'...Created magic.'

Eredith carefully reached her conclusion.

Unique magic where existing rules didn't apply.

It could only be seen as magic Ian had created.

This was completely different from modifying Maronius language.

It was an entirely new system of magic, fundamentally different from its roots.

Was that possible?

Of course it was.

Maronius had created magic by weaving language.

There was no law saying Ian couldn't create new magic.

"What in the world...?"

"Professor Ian! What kind of trick is this!"

The seminar was full of accomplished wizards.

Unless they were blind, they couldn't miss Ian's magic.

Eredith waited for her disciple's presentation, seized by strange anticipation.

Her heart pounded.

Though he was certainly the child she'd taught and raised...

Now she was in the position of being curious about Ian's magic.

For her who always craved new magic, what could be more joyful!

"You all probably know I've been researching Maronius's memories."

When Ian opened his mouth-

The surroundings went quiet as if water had been poured.

Everyone stared at Ian.

Their eyes shone as if not wanting to miss a single word.

"Though I gained much knowledge from his memories..."

Ian spoke while looking straight ahead.

"He advised me thus."

"...Advice?"

"Magic must evolve, and now is the time to advance to the next stage."

"..."

It wasn't easily understandable content.

Someone asked:

"Did Maronius himself teach you magic?!"

Ian answered:

"No. He only showed me magic's background and creation process."

"T-then! That magic just now...!"

"This is magic bestowed by a pagan god while traveling the north."

Some priests wore shocked expressions.

Though wizards were indifferent to religion, learning pagan magic!

"Brother Ian! No matter what, that's...!"

"My presentation isn't over yet, Brother."

"..."

When Ian spoke gently, the priest closed his mouth.

Ian was right.

The presentation wasn't over.

"The pagan god said."

"..."

"The Great One in heaven wishes to meet me, so would gift magic to help my journey."

"Is that truly so?!"

The priest shouted, but Ian just shrugged.

Even Ian didn't know the details.

Wasn't he traveling through all sorts of hardships just to see the Sky God's face?

"The magic I just showed is proof."

Some wizards nodded.

Though certainly unprecedented magic...

If taught by a northern pagan god, such strangeness made sense.

"We know about northern magic too."

Someone shouted.

"But Arcana magic doesn't work like that. No, no magic activates in such a strange way."

An expression seeking answers.

Ian answered without hesitation.

"Correct. This is a result of combining Ice God Hrundal's authority with my unique magic."

"...Unique magic?"

Eredith clenched her fist.

Distinctive magic only Ian could handle.

Ian introduced it as unique magic.

"Honestly, I'm not sure what to call this either."

"..."

"I could use it since childhood, but still don't understand its principles."

Actually he knew what to call it.

Ian had been calling it 'status window' all along.

But he didn't want to blurt out 'Oh~ this is called a status window~' in front of all these wizards.

They wouldn't even know what games were... but wouldn't he sound like a game addict?

It felt lame to call it status window magic.

"Maronius said my magic could elevate magic to the next stage."

"That's..."

"That's why I demonstrated new magic at this seminar."

The wizards couldn't speak a word.

They thought something new might come from researching Maronius's memories...

But such a radical result appeared that everyone was half stunned.

"Magic's next stage..."

"Unique magic? Damn...!"

The murmuring grew louder.

Too loud to continue the seminar.

"Silence everyone! Today's presentation ends here!"

Inglan jumped out to handle the situation.

Ian packed up and returned to his lodgings.

#

The presentation's impact hadn't faded even after days.

Understandably so.

All wizards chased Maronius's shadow.

Maronius's magic was the only magic, and new magic meant creating unique letters within the Maronius language system.

But Ian denied such 'common sense' in front of everyone.

Saying Maronius language was stagnant magic.

Wizards couldn't easily accept Ian's statement.

Maronius language was stagnant magic?

Who didn't know that!

Still using magic created by someone dead for hundreds of years - you'd be an idiot to say it wasn't outdated.

But denying the existing system and creating a new magical order was something no one dared attempt.

Yet Ian declared before everyone.

He'd met Maronius, heard his true words-

What the great wizard truly wanted was more advanced magic surpassing what he created.

Though the statement itself was radical, it wasn't highly credible.

Though Ian demonstrated extremely unique magic...

He said he didn't properly understand its principles himself.

It definitely wasn't enough to replace the existing magic system.

But it was certainly impressive magic.

Wizards appeared who thought it was just a matter of time before Ian created a new magic system.

'If that green young lad creates a new order...!'

'Wizard Ian...!'

'Will definitely be called an [Archwizard]!'

Yes.

The emergence of a candidate for next [Archwizard].

That was the core.

Could Ian interpret his unique magic and sublimate it into a theory?

That was unknown territory.

So the university wizards all watched Ian's next moves.

#

For days, Ian spent busy days.

Starting with visitors (fucking many) asking about his demonstrated magic, having magic discussions with Eredith and Inglan, and having Arno and Isil absorb the star gem.

[Goal: Create true Anor-lsil]

[Gather all items below to draw out Anor-lsil's power.]

[1. Something containing sky's power]

[2. Something containing cloud's power] - Achieved!

[3. Something containing wind's power] - Achieved!

[4. Something containing star's power] - Achieved!

[5. Something containing sun's power]

[6. Something containing moon's power]

[When true Anor-lsil is complete, the Worship the Sky! challenge begins.]

'Hrundal promised to give one...'

Hrundal promised to gift something containing sky's power.

What remained were treasures containing sun and moon's power.

"Arno. Isil. Can you tell which direction?"

[Hmm... South! We need to go south!]

[I-I think south is good too...]

Anor-lsil's power grew stronger.

Now it could guide them to the next destination for its own completion.

If he collected two more treasures in the south.

Ian could meet the Sky God.

'...I'm reincarnated.'

Ian wasn't medieval.

He was reincarnated, with a different mindset from others.

Why he reincarnated into this medieval fantasy world - he still didn't know.

But meeting the god-

Would resolve one of Ian's long-standing questions.

'The south next?'

Now rumors had spread everywhere, so Ian knew the south was a battlefield.

But Ian chose to head south.

Not only was his goal in the south...

The black wizard movements Demonite revealed were quite suspicious.

He knew they were plotting something strange.

But this time they're messing with the Emperor?

If by chance the empire fell to black wizards, it would be very troublesome for Ian.

That needed preventing.

'Should prepare to leave soon.'

He'd finished enough theoretical study.

He'd gained the magic learning speed bonus from Maronius's memory world.

Now Ian needed more experience.

Ian briefly imagined his travel course.

First go to Talian to greet Lucy.

Then head south along the river!

'Good.'

The sun had set and everywhere was dark.

But Ian casually went for a walk.

Darkness was no obstacle to a dark wizard.

"Sob... sniff...!"

"?"

But right after going out for a walk, he heard a strange sound outside.

Checking what it was-

"...?"

Ian was taken aback.

A woman was crouched crying in the grass.

"Kira?"

It was none other than Kira.

Kira belatedly noticed Ian and jumped in shock.

"I-Ian?!"

Tear tracks remained on her face.

'...Why am I thinking of Liria?'

Seeing Kira's tears, Ian felt an indescribable unpleasantness.

Ian immediately grabbed Kira's wrist.

"Ian!"

"Come on. Tell me what's wrong inside."

Kira was helplessly pulled along by Ian to his room.

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