Became a Medieval Fantasy Wizard

TL/Editor: raei

Status: 5/week mon-fri

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The Emperor had collapsed.

Upon hearing this news, Elia's expression darkened.

She clutched Ian's collar and said, "I didn't expect to need your help so soon. Can you help me, Ian?"

"Of course, naturally."

Ian was planning to meet the Emperor anyway. Besides, he wasn't heartless enough to ignore Elia's father collapsing.

"Step aside. I'm going in."

The knights guarding the Emperor's bedroom showed hesitation.

Elia nearly lost her temper.

"Did you not hear me?"

"Well..."

The knights glanced at each other defensively and said:

"The wizard ordered us not to let anyone in..."

"Wizard?"

The knights explained.

The Emperor's health had been gradually deteriorating since arriving in Roxlan.

With the cause unclear, the Emperor found himself in a difficult situation.

They'd urgently sought out doctors but...

The people who came to treat the Emperor were, naturally, [medieval doctors].

"Wait a minute."

Medieval? Doctors?

Those two words that should never go together...

Had an extremely ominous ring to them.

Ian asked with a growing sense of dread:

"These doctors did treat His Majesty?"

"Of course they treated him properly."

The knight stroked his mustache and said:

"They drew about a liter of blood."

"..."

Why did bad feelings never turn out wrong...

Ian was dumbfounded hearing about the 'treatment' the doctors had performed.

They were actual medieval doctors!

Why were they real?!

"...And His Majesty is still unwell?"

"Unfortunately so. Even after drawing a cup of blood daily, he's not improving. The disease must have spread to his bones."

At that, Elia burst out:

"Sir Sandor!"

"Ah. My apologies, Your Highness. But hiding it won't make it go away. Sometimes we must face uncomfortable truths."

"..."

"It's not too late - quickly offer candles at the temple. If Your Highness prays, His Majesty's condition might improve."

Ian grew even more incredulous hearing the knight's testimony.

What? Drawing a cup of blood daily?

And he still hadn't died?

Wow. Our Emperor is quite robust~

...Ian knew why these mysterious medieval doctors had drawn so much of the Emperor's blood.

Because he'd nearly experienced it himself.

From none other than... Eredith.

As a medieval child, Ian had frequently fallen ill.

Children naturally have weaker immune systems and get sick often.

On Earth he could have bought fever medicine at a pharmacy and slept it off, but such wonderful medicine didn't exist in medieval times.

Instead, Eredith had come to his bedroom carrying a knife(...).

It was the first time Ian had begged his master to spare him...

Eredith had smiled brightly and said:

'Ah. The knife scared you?'

'Y-yes...'

'Don't worry. I'll just draw a little blood.'

'???'

Eredith had kindly explained.

People got sick because too much bad blood accumulated in their bodies.

So first they'd draw out blood, then when fresh blood filled back in, health would naturally recover(?) - this medical technique was called [bloodletting].

'No! Master! Absolutely not!'

'Ian, this is cutting-edge medicine popular in the far Desert Empire...'

'No!!! Don't do it!!!'

'...'

Ian had stubbornly shaken his head and protected his blood vessels.

In the end, Eredith couldn't break Ian's determination (she thought Ian was just a timid child).

'Sigh... Then let's just take medicine...'

'Yi-kiyat ho!'

Ian set aside the heartwarming(?) childhood memory.

Eredith had gathered so much knowledge wandering the world that she truly believed bloodletting was an effective modern medical treatment.

It had apparently been hugely popular in the Desert Empire.

Knowledge spread very slowly in medieval times.

Even facts discovered 100 years ago counted as 'new' knowledge in this medieval fantasy world.

So naturally, bloodletting was considered an amazing advanced medical technique!

"Then who's treating His Majesty now...?"

"Ah, not those doctors. They left saying they had urgent business. Currently Wizard Forendal is treating him instead."

Ian frowned briefly.

Wizard Forendal?

The name sounded familiar somehow...?

Had they met at the university?

Since all sorts of wizards had passed through Imperial University, Ian was somewhat acquainted with other wizards.

Just in case, Ian told the knight:

"Please inform them that Wizard Ian is interested in His Majesty's health."

"Wizard Ian?"

The knight tilted his head and went into the bedroom.

Shortly after...

"Wizard Ian! You may enter!"

The knight bowed to Elia as well and said:

"Your Highness may enter too."

"...Thank you."

Ian entered the Emperor's bedroom with Elia.

As expected...

The Emperor's bedroom was... just a tent.

That thin man wrapped in blankets was none other than Shakraine II, Elia's father and Emperor of the Holy Empire.

'He looks weak.'

Emperor Shakraine II was the highest-ranking person Ian had ever met.

As Emperor of the Holy Empire, there was no doubt about that.

But...

Seeing him lying alone fighting illness under this awkward silence in a tent.

He looked less like an untouchable ruler and more like just another human being.

This was why those in power hated showing weakness.

They didn't want to acknowledge being human, suffering from illness and dying just like everyone else.

Ian shook his head.

What hardships in someone else's territory(?)...

"Welcome, Elia."

"...Father."

Elia naturally knelt beside the Emperor's chair.

She clung to his arm and wiped away his cold sweat.

"To achieve victory so quickly. You might have military talent."

"Not at all. I was simply blessed with good connections."

The Emperor's gaze naturally turned to Ian.

For a very brief moment, Ian's eyes met the Emperor's.

And Ian was impressed.

The Emperor's eyes were surprisingly sharp and alive for someone ill.

"So you're Elia's blessing. Wizard Ian."

"Elia is my blessing, Your Majesty."

When Ian spoke lightly, the Emperor let out a low laugh.

"A relationship where you're each other's blessing. Truly a match made in heaven."

"I think so too."

"You look young. Are you married?"

"...I have fiancées."

"What a shame."

The Emperor smiled faintly and beckoned to the wizard.

"Forendal. Do you know this handsome young man?"

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Wizard Forendal.

Seeing his face, Ian definitely remembered.

That wizard! They'd met at a seminar before!

Ian wasn't the only one who recognized the other.

"Ian Eredith."

Wizard Forendal greeted him in a friendly voice.

"Good to see you again."

"Likewise, Forendal. You gave a presentation at the seminar, right?"

"I had a good opportunity to participate."

Ian was newly struck by how small the wizard world was.

Everyone knew each other through just one connection.

This was why when rumors spread of nobles harassing a wizard, they could all rush over together.

"Forendal. I'd like to speak with my daughter, would you give us some privacy?"

"Of course, Your Majesty. Please talk comfortably."

Forendal very naturally took Ian outside with him.

Ian walked through the tent village briefly with Forendal.

Though strictly speaking, it was closer to a military camp than a tent village.

The Emperor had brought his army after all.

"I didn't expect to meet you in a place like this, Ian."

"Neither did I."

Ian asked Forendal:

"What brings you here?"

Forendal very naturally shared information with Ian.

"His Majesty summoned me. A common occurrence for wizards."

Money. Or friendship.

Friendship was how the Emperor had drawn in Forendal.

"I owe His Majesty many debts of gratitude."

"I understand."

Wizards constantly travel in search of mystery.

While wandering the world, they sometimes receive help from nobles.

Such small favors become connections.

"Is His Majesty... very ill?"

"I can't say he's well."

Forendal was a wizard, not a doctor.

One might think he could heal with magic, but that was the domain of clerics, priest-wizards.

"Though I've been responsibly performing bloodletting..."

There it was!

Bloodletting!

Ian exclaimed in horror:

"Stop that immediately!"

"?"

"No, stop it! Forendal!"

Forendal understood Ian's shock.

Someone ignorant of bloodletting might react that way!

So he kindly explained:

"Ian, bloodletting is a cutting-edge treatment developed in the Desert Empire, a medical procedure that effectively removes bad energy from the body..."

"No! Forendal! Bloodletting has more side effects than benefits!"

When Ian shouted with conviction...

Forendal tilted his head in confusion.

What's this? Bloodletting was definitely a modern (over 10 years old) treatment...?

Did this young wizard know something about modern medicine?

"Do you know about bloodletting?"

"Yes! You know who my master is!"

"...Miss Eredith."

That made sense.

Wizard Eredith was famous for her encyclopedic knowledge.

Her disciple might well know about bloodletting.

"I've read a medical text by a Desert Empire scholar named Ibn Sina! It detailed the dangers of bloodletting!"

Ian shouted passionately.

...Of course, the content was complete bullshit.

But he had no choice.

No matter how much he argued from modern medical perspectives, Forendal wouldn't listen.

He had to insist it was new knowledge from the Desert Empire, the medieval-advanced nation!

"Ibn Sina? I've never heard that name..."

But Forendal wasn't easily fooled.

Unlike ignorant farmers, he was a wizard with diverse experience and knowledge.

Left with no choice, Ian brought out his trump card.

Ian tapped the ground with his staff.

Then something amazing happened.

The staff transformed into a snake!

"Forendal. Do you know what this is?"

"What is... this? It doesn't seem imperial!"

Forendal didn't recognize the Desert Empire djinni.

He apparently had never traveled to the Desert Empire.

"This is a mystery of the Desert Empire called a djinni."

"Ohhh!"

"I received a medical text from the person who helped me obtain this djinni. He also said bloodletting was nonsense!"

At first he'd wondered what Ian was talking about.

But as he kept listening...

It started making sense!

The result of Ian's captivating(?) rhetoric combined with convincing props.

"We must stop the bloodletting."

"Hmm... but..."

"I'll speak to His Majesty about it."

Forendal seemed hesitant, but Ian could tell.

He had already been convinced by Ian.

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