Became a Medieval Fantasy Wizard

TL/Editor: raei

Status: 5/week mon-fri

Illustrations: none

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The aftermath didn't take long to handle.

Count Mokrick's entire family, who should have been held accountable, was dead, and Karenne the black wizard, the root of the problem, had also perished.

With everyone who needed to take responsibility dead.

All that remained was to appoint a temporary lord and leave.

"We need to appoint someone reliable," Ian said with slight concern.

But that was from the perspective of those in power.

For the common people, their lord dying and being replaced was an enormous event.

Naturally, when those in power changed, the lives of those below changed dramatically.

Whether positive or negative, change was inevitable.

Though it was someone else's domain...

As someone originally from farming stock, Ian felt somewhat concerned for the ordinary farmers.

It would be unpleasant if some scoundrel took over as heir.

"We've appointed a well-respected knight as temporary lord."

Not the actual lord, but acting lord.

"A knight living in the county, right?"

"Of course. A knight born and raised here."

Since they'd appointed a local.

Ian nodded in understanding.

Appointing someone from the county would be far better than bringing in an outside knight as temporary lord.

"He should hold things together until the proper heir appears."

Ian nodded.

The true heir's character wasn't his concern.

As long as someone who could stabilize the farmers' lives had been appointed, Ian was satisfied.

Duke Roxlan would handle the rest of what happened in Count Mokrick's domain.

"This finished much faster than expected."

Sir Kanbento had been grinning from ear to ear.

After all, what human doesn't understand the joy of finishing work!

Anyone who doesn't feel supreme joy at the prospect of going home must be a demon, not human. (Ian remembered meeting some demons in his past life...)

"His Majesty will be pleased."

Sir Kanbento laughed cheerfully while patting Ian's shoulder.

"Lord Ian, your contributions to this battle were enormous."

"Thank you for saying so."

"Hahaha! I'll certainly report your achievements to His Majesty, so think about what rewards you'd like to request!"

It wasn't empty praise.

This battle had indeed ended quickly thanks to Ian.

They'd originally planned to lie around complaining for years, but now they were heading back after just weeks!

"I'll be satisfied just meeting His Majesty."

"Ah. I heard from the Princess. You have a request for His Majesty?"

Sir Kanbento skillfully commanded the army.

March preparations were completed in no time.

"Well then! Let's head back!"

Hastria's army and Ian's soldiers began moving toward the Emperor's palace.

The victorious army's steps were light and cheerful.

"Oh, is that the wizard? The one who turned a man into a woman?"

"Shh! Watch your mouth! He might cast a spell on you too!"

Ian turned his head toward the voices.

The soldiers frantically avoided his gaze...

Ian shook his head.

These ignorant fools who didn't know the first thing about magic.

"Ian, did you really cast a spell on Lord Gremlin?"

The story of [Theo Gremlin] had become quite famous.

A noble captured by a black wizard who was freed...

But was cursed to become a woman - a terrifying(?) tale.

The kind of story medieval people loved-

And with Karenne dead, the role of wizard who turned Theo into a woman naturally fell to Ian...

Strictly speaking, it wasn't entirely wrong.

Ian was the one who put Theo's mind into Karenne's spare body.

"It wasn't my doing."

"I see."

"...Though I didn't have much choice."

Wow! Instead of just dying, they lived on as a woman~!

Looking at it with positive thinking~

Of course, Theo wasn't exactly thinking positively and was still depressed...

But that wasn't Ian's problem.

Theo returned to House Gremlin with the knights' help.

After adding another dark rumor to Ian's reputation.

Elia rode beside Ian, keeping him company.

"Ah~ I want to get back quickly!"

Throughout the journey back, Elia's expression sparkled with joy.

Understandably so.

They hadn't sullied Hastria's name with defeat, nor had Elia accumulated dishonor by returning early.

Instead, they'd swiftly crushed the rebels and were returning victorious!

Considering this was a medieval fantasy world, it was quite an achievement.

Typically, rebels would hole up in their castle and endure.

Those suppressing rebellion would have to either spend years wearing them down, or negotiate a compromise.

But what had Elia and Sir Kanbento achieved?

Perfect victory without any negotiation!

An unquestionably optimal result.

And that result was possible thanks to Ian's involvement.

"Ian, are you sure you won't work for House Hastria?"

Completely taken with Ian's magical prowess, Sir Kanbento had repeatedly asked Ian to work for Duke Hastria.

But Ian politely declined.

The reason was simple.

He didn't want to become a medieval long-distance father!

Ian's home was now undeniably Talian, no matter what anyone said.

The place where his adorable (truly) fiancées waited for his return.

Now he'd return and marry, then follow the normal(?) process of building a family and raising children.

Leave childcare to his wives while he went to work in Hastria alone?

What unfair parenting!

...Though in reality, the servants would handle childcare.

But emotionally, Ian didn't want to abandon his wives and children for work.

Well... maybe if he got sick of home life someday, he might take off (the adult world is complicated).

But for now, Ian wanted to preserve domestic peace as long as he could.

"Hastria is too far."

"..."

Elia stared at Ian before breaking into a grin.

"Why are you smiling?"

"Just thinking. I wonder what would've happened if I'd proposed to you right when we met."

Ian just laughed at Elia's spicy joke.

He'd become numb to confession attacks... or rather, marriage proposals after receiving so many.

When traveling alone, he'd heard "Will you marry me?" as often as "Hello."

"You'd have been rejected immediately."

"Hmm. Really? Are you sure~?"

As Elia leaned in with sparkling eyes.

Ahem, a head suddenly intruded with a forced cough.

"Stop fixating on what's already passed, Lady Hastria?"

"Tch."

The red-haired wizard Kira immediately pushed Elia aside and took her place next to Ian.

Elia pushed out her lower lip.

She's already the second wife...

Couldn't there be a third position?

But Elia shook her head.

She was already Princess Hastria and the Emperor's daughter - she had her pride.

She had no intention of begging to become the third wife.

She could always borrow Ian's abilities through other means.

And having built friendship with Ian, she was already in a much better position than other nobles.

"Besides, I'm not interested in a man with two wives."

"That's a relief."

Elia laughed lightly.

"I hope everything goes well and you live happily in Talian, Ian."

"Giving well-wishes before I'm even married?"

"Just earning points early!"

Ian laughed along.

"That way I can ask a favor or two in the name of our friendship, right?"

"Well, if it's for friendship."

A wizard will gladly act to preserve old friendships.

And so Ian, Kira, and Elia chatted away as they rode.

Ian finally arrived at the imperial palace with Hastria's army.

Or more precisely, the [Emperor's Moving Palace].

The Holy Empire's Emperor was elected by vote.

Choosing representatives by vote was a beautiful tradition dating back to their northern tribal days.

The Holy Empire people, branched from northern barbarians, still maintained the practice of electing Emperors by vote.

As a result, the Empire's Emperor was becoming like a group project leader with all the duties but none of the power...

Yet it remained unchanged that the Emperor was the empire's true master.

All imperial lands belonged to the Emperor.

In other words, the Emperor had both the right and duty to involve himself in everything happening in the empire.

A typical empire's Emperor would start by building a solid administrative system to implement his will.

Dispatching imperial officials throughout the empire to govern everything happening on the land-

That was how a centralized empire worked.

But the Holy Empire's Emperor was a democratically(?) elected Emperor.

Though all imperial lands belonged to the Emperor, he couldn't actually act like the owner!

The local nobles, the fake owners(?).

That is, the lords would resist the Emperor's tyranny(?).

'Though this land was lent by the Emperor! He can't do as he pleases! Because he lent it to me!'

'???'

Nonsense, but true.

The Emperor had lent his lands to nobles for too long.

After lending land for hundreds of years, though the Emperor remained the legal ruler, the local lord became the practical ruler.

Thus the Emperor couldn't dispatch officials to implement his will.

They'd obviously all be killed by the local nobles...

So how to govern the empire?

The answer was extremely simple.

If you can't send officials... go yourself!

Thus was born the [Emperor's Moving Palace].

The Emperor traveled throughout the empire's lands, exercising authority as needed.

Currently that imperial palace had arrived in Duke Roxlan's domain.

To mediate the conflict between Duke Fargar and Duke Roxlan.

"This is the imperial palace! Ian!"

"..."

Ian was briefly speechless seeing the 'palace' before him.

What's a palace? The Emperor's house.

And the Holy Empire's Emperor... lived in tents.

No joke, actual tents.

'Nomads? Beggars?'

Ian couldn't contain his amazement entering the imperial capital(?).

The Emperor's Moving Palace had to travel throughout the empire.

So each major imperial city had at least one building used as an imperial palace.

But when handling urgent matters like now-

They just packed a ton of tents and moved.

Truly a nomadic method.

Looking at the gers(...) that would impress even Mongols, Ian couldn't hide his sympathy for the Emperor.

Wait, the Emperors in web novels he'd read in his past life lived luxuriously in magnificent palaces!

This Emperor had to live in tents!

"Out of the way! Move it! You're in the way!"

Some older man passed by Ian.

Elia kindly explained:

"That's the Imperial Treasurer!"

"...He lives in a tent too?"

"Huh? Of course?"

Ian barely held back his tears.

Imperial officials having to sleep in tents just to follow the Emperor!

"Ah! Lady Elia!"

The Treasurer recognized Elia and called out.

"Back already? Did you finish the job properly?"

"Yes! It's all done!"

"Excellent! Then hurry to His Majesty!"

The Treasurer said while waving a stack of papers:

"His Majesty has collapsed again!"

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