I Was Mistaken as a Genius Mage in a Game

A week.

Yes, I have a week to spare before I am dispatched to Valorand.

Veteran wizards will use this time preciously. They will study the spells they have developed to see if there are any shortcomings, buy new robes and accessories, and prepare grimoires.

... ... How am I spending my time?

First, I am trying to recover from the shock.

“... ... .”

Valorand.

This place is overwhelmingly terrifying even in this damned medieval era.

The Sword Saint Party, who found traces of the Great Overlord Malthael, led a large force and invaded the land called ‘Valorand’ where Malthael’s stronghold was located.

Bel Artois, the strongest wizard and the pride of the Flame School, and Grisha, the hero of the battlefield who saved countless people from the brink of death with her powerful healing abilities as the saintess of the Astella Church.

20,000 elite troops led by these two heroes.

This operation, in which the best elites of the current Imperial Army, each of whom boasted skills greater than Rex, rushed forward... ... As with most operations, it seemed perfect until an unexpected variable occurred.

‘Who would have thought that three Overlords would come to support?’

Malthael realized that his position had been discovered and set a trap in Valorland one step ahead.

Because of this, the army led by the 9th Circle Wizard Bell and Saint Grisha was ambushed by four Overlords as soon as they set foot in Valorland.

Mutants crawled out from underfoot, and from the sky, they rained down like rain.

They lost half of their infantry on the first day alone.

The two heroes and the soldiers dug trenches and set up a front line to fight them off, despite suffering devastating losses from the unexpected combined attacks of the Overlords.

The overlords laughed as if they were mocking the soldiers who were fiercely defending the front lines and pushed the mutants back. Bell, Grisha, and their subordinates were too busy just maintaining the current front lines to chase them... ... and so a terrible local war began.

The overlords who had achieved success through surprise attacks were hiding all over Valorland and sending only mutants to devour the swordsman party and soldiers.

In that land where 20,000 men had set foot, only 4,000 soldiers were left.

Even so, since four overlords had {N•o•v•e•l•i•g•h•t} shown up, they couldn’t give up.

The current Valorland is nothing more than a hell where people’s minds and lives are being torn apart by meaningless local wars.

“... ... Haa.”

The masses of mutants that come every moment and the soldiers who swing their swords and shields with anger fueling them without being able to sleep or eat are dazzling before my eyes.

“Ah, I really don’t want to go... ... .”

Seriously, the two words “desertion” come to mind.

I don’t think I can survive in a battlefield where four overlords are active with my current specs.

But even if I were to run away, how far would I go? With this crappy body, I would probably collapse from exhaustion before I could even get out of the capital.

Even if I were lucky enough to get out of the capital without being caught, there would be a problem.

If the demons find out that I’m leaving the capital and acting alone, they’ll immediately rush to kill me, and I’ll resist for five minutes before the magic’s duration runs out and I’ll lose consciousness.

Then when I open my eyes, I’ll be able to see my body that has mutated horribly.

“Haha, shit, I’m screwed.”

In the end, the best option left for me is to head to Valorand. And then you get there and fight the overlords with Bell and Grisha on your back.

... ... No matter how much I think about it, this choice doesn’t seem right.

“Let’s think positively.”

Wouldn’t it be more reasonable to play Russian roulette with a revolver than with an automatic pistol?

Desertion is certain death, and heading to Valorland is ‘a suicide with a slight chance of survival.’ If you have to choose between the two, it would be more reasonable to choose the latter.

If I had to make a comparison, it would be like hanging yourself with a rope that has been rotting in a warehouse for about 20 years.

You put your head in the loop while praying that the rope will break.

“Haa... ... .”

Knock knock.

I was sighing with my head on the desk, when I heard a knock so small that it would just pass by if you didn’t listen closely.

“Yes... ... there is... ... .”

There was only one person around me who would knock like this. I answered without even bothering to raise my head from my desk.

“Uh... ... Bin-nim?”

Lir, who had just entered the room, looked at me lying face down on the desk with slightly worried eyes.

She was wearing a thin dress, unlike her usual robe and hat.

It was a plain white dress without any fluttering lace or decorations, but there were traces of clumsy repairs here and there. Perhaps it was because she had ripped off the fancy decorations or lace herself.

Considering her introverted personality, such plain and unadorned clothing suited her better than a flashy dress that would catch people’s attention.

“... ... Why?”

She was wearing a floppy hat made of the same fabric as her white dress. The harmony of her blonde hair and white skin peeking out from under her white hat made her look even more sophisticated and sophisticated.

Lir, who boasted a look that made one trust her even if she was raised with love and care by a noble family.

If it were normal, I would have complimented her for being a good match... ... but I didn’t feel like doing that right now.

I felt like a pig about to be dragged to the slaughterhouse.

“Why are you like that? It must be because I have to be dragged to the battlefield next week.”

“But you still have so little strength. You’ve been carrying out your missions without saying a word until now?”

“... ... .”

The reason I’ve been going on expeditions to the Dragon’s Nest or the Achilliptus Forest without saying a word... ... No, the reason I suggested going there first wasn’t because of my sense of duty as a soldier.

It was because there was a clear reward there.

The red crystal would enhance my lack of normal attack ability, and the spirit’s protection would raise my high score while also enhancing my survivability.

In an era where people are dying every day, it is a great merit to be able to develop the power to protect yourself.

But what about Valorland?

There is nothing there.

The materials for making the Rangers' End Bow are dropped, but that is all. Those who train magicians do not even set foot in this area.

There is nothing more foolish than arguing about the rules now, but anyway, as a magician born in this world, there is absolutely no reason to set foot on the dangerous land of Valorland.

“It is an order, so there is nothing we can do. After all, we are soldiers.”

Lir said, lightly patting the back of my head as I slowly lifted my head from my desk.

... ... I felt like a child being comforted by my older cousin, so I did not feel very good.

“You are so calm. I am going to hell.”

“Well, you have Bin-nim. You will take care of it.”

“That is comforting. “I’m being dragged into hell.”

There’s a 99 percent chance that Lir will suffer more than I do.

If she finds out even now that I only have one magic to use, how tense will her calm attitude be?

Just blow it all up? What kind of person am I?

“It doesn’t matter, hell or anywhere. I feel like Bin-nim will do something about it.”

“It’s burdensome.”

Lir lightly tapped my crown with his palm and smiled slightly. Since he was so weak, his head tilted forward slightly every time she tapped my crown and then returned to its original position.

“Well, that’s that. Let’s go downtown together. You slept all day yesterday.”

“... ... Do you have anything to buy?”

“I have things to buy, but you also need to eat.”

Why is she so calm? Seriously?

Is there some secret technique she’s hiding? Can I just trust you and be at peace with you?

Unless you have a special move that makes your hair stand on end and rays shoot out of your palms, I don’t think I can be that at peace in this situation.

“Well... ... Okay, then. It won’t help if I just stay still and whine anyway.”

I got up from my seat and put on a light outer garment over my T-shirt and cotton pants. It was a jumper made of wool, and since it was made by dwarves, it was light enough that it didn’t put any strain on my delicate shoulders.

Lir kept chasing me and tapping my head with his palm until the moment I got up from my seat and put on my outer garment.

The faint sound of singing leaked out, and it looked quite exciting.

At this point, I started to suspect that I wasn’t at peace, but just lost my mind.

“Where are you going?”

I asked, pushing away her hand that was repeatedly tapping my crown with a magpie’s foot.

“... ... ?”

Her humming stopped when I grabbed her wrist. Her brow furrowed in an instant.

“... ... .”

What the hell, you suddenly got serious because I stopped tapping my crown... ...

“You said you’d find out.”

“Huh?”

“You forgot? You said you’d buy me food?”

A cold wind seemed to blow from Lir’s face. For some reason, my spine tingled and the hairs on my arms and legs stood on end.

... ... I politely let go of Lir’s wrist that I was holding and took a step back.

What the heck, I said I’d buy her food?

To her?

When?

“... ... .”

“... ... .”

3 seconds.

A short, cold, heavy silence flowed for three seconds. This was the first time in my life that I had experienced such a heavy and murderous silence.

“Oh, of course I remember. What are you being so serious about? You can’t even joke around.”

I have to live... ... !

Right now, my feeble survival instinct was screaming louder than ever.

“I promised to buy you something.”

Lir looked me up and down with a suspicious look for a moment before asking a question that cut to the heart of the matter.

... ... It seemed as if I could hear the sound of the song of the state of Chu from all directions. My mouth was dry.

I felt cold sweat running down my face. My breathing became unsteady and my pupils were faintly shaking.

“It’s a little sad to ask you this. It’s testing the trust between us,”

Kwaaak... ... !

Lir’s thin fingers grabbed my cheek.

“Ah! It really, really hurts. Ah, wait a minute! Hey, hey!”

I thought my skin was being ripped off by the strong jaw force.

Since elves are a race specialized in rangers, the strength of their thumbs and index fingers when pulling the bowstring was three to four times that of an ordinary human.

I didn’t know I would experience that fact in this way... ... .

“Ah! Ah, I remembered! I remembered!”

I have to live first... ... !

“Again, you’re lying again!”

Lir had a keen eye for detail, as expected of an elf. I could tell right away whether or not I was lying just by looking at the movement of my pupils.

This is a big deal.

There is no escape.

Lir never told me when I promised to buy her a meal until the very end.

Judging from her expression and tone of voice, I didn’t think she was making up stories... ... But it would have been nice if she had told me when I said that.

Anyway, the carriage ran for a long time with Lir and me in it and arrived at the downtown area.

Lir didn’t say anything inside the carriage.

She seemed angry... ... But when the carriage arrived at the downtown area and the smell of bread and coffee wafted around, her sharp attitude quickly softened.

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“What would you like?”

“Anything is fine.”

“Then coffee and bread?”

“I’ll ask you to go to a place that sells tea as well. Coffee doesn’t suit my body.”

I’ve never had coffee before, but I knew I’d probably get caffeine shock if I tried to drink it.

This isn’t a joke. I could really die from caffeine shock.

I’d rather not be used as material for sensational articles like ‘The greatest genius magician of all time dies of a heart attack after drinking coffee, shocking... ...!’

“I don’t know much about this area either. I was supposed to find out about it from the beginning, but... ....”

She grumbled and turned her head, scanning the signs and menus of the nearby stores.

“What kind of bread would you like? I heard that loaf of bread sells pretty well here.”

“I’m sick of it. I eat loaf of bread every morning. Since I’m already here, I want to try something new.”

“Then cornbread?”

“I don’t really feel like it.”

“Then should I think of something other than bread? How about that? I heard it’s noodles made with wheat flour? The boss here is a dwarf, so the skill is guaranteed... ... .”

“Flour isn’t very good for your health.”

“... ... Bread is also made of flour?”

“Anyway, it’s not very good for your health.”

“I said it doesn’t matter.”

Lir glared at me with eyes that seemed like they really wanted to tear my cheeks apart.

“Anything I like.”

Wasn’t the word “anything” used by people who buy food originally a shortened form of the phrase “anything I like”? It’s ridiculous that I have to explain it in detail.

The difference in common sense between medieval and modern people is holding me back again in a place like this... ... !

“Then go ahead and ask people on the street what’s delicious around here.”

“Lir will ask, I’ll pay.”

“How do you talk to strangers... ... Mr. Bin, you really are saying strange things.”

“... ... ?”

It makes sense for me to talk to people I don’t know, but it doesn’t make sense for you to talk to people you don’t know?

“Well, okay. Instead, there’s a place I want to visit. I’ll find a good place nearby, so go there with me.”

“Where?”

“A musical instrument store.”

Last time, I couldn’t go to a musical instrument store because I got caught up in some random commotion. This time, I really need to buy a piano or guitar and bring it into my room.

I’ve been working hard to improve my specs and act like a genius for the past two months, so I’ve been quite stressed out.

Even if you’re a genius, you need to have free time and entertainment, right?

The only entertainment I can enjoy with a body like this that can’t smoke, drink, or enjoy coffee is music.

“Okay, so hurry up and go, I’m hungry.”

“Are you hungry? It’s only past eleven o’clock... ... You didn’t eat breakfast?”

“... ... .”

Rir furrowed his brow and answered by placing his thumb and index finger on my cheek.

“No, sleep... ... why? What am I... ... .”

Despite my urgent voice, she focused on her thumb and index finger without paying attention.

“Ah! Ah! Why! Why on earth! Tell me why, at least tell me why and pull!”

Despite my desperate screams, she focused on pulling my cheek without saying a word.

The people around her saw Rir’s attire and dismissed it as the usual scene of a noble harassing a commoner, so they didn’t pay much attention.

... ... This is a really beggarly era.