Became a Medieval Fantasy Wizard

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Count Consla believed Aesis's words completely.

He was convinced Ian was an important figure secretly carrying out Duke Fargar's orders.

"What is the Duke planning now?"

"I cannot say."

"...! Of course. He must be preparing a most secret plan...!"

Ian was genuinely perplexed.

Was Count Consla's intelligence truly on Lucy's level?

...But since such unkind thoughts shouldn't be directed at his adorable wife, Ian quickly changed his mind.

Truly someone who became noble purely through bloodline.

It was a chronic problem of the class system.

No matter how great and intelligent the ancestors were, it all meant nothing if their foolish descendants ruined everything.

"Then... did the Duke mention me or..."

"I cannot say."

"...! Such thorough security! I can see why the Duke trusts you so!"

"..."

Ian called Aesis over.

"Hey, what did you drug the Count with?"

"...Unfortunately, nothing."

If Aesis had used his special spy drug, it would have at least made sense.

But the Count was pure innocence itself, simply believing Aesis's words were true.

Ian decided to just ignore it.

"Your Grace! Lord Ian!"

One of the Count's knights came running breathlessly.

"Banners ahead!"

"Banners?"

"Baron Bandarin's banners!"

Count Consla shouted in fury:

"The insolent fool! How dare he enter my lands without permission!"

The infantry captain quietly commented:

"This isn't Your Grace's territory."

"Ah... really?"

Ian had marched quickly, almost leaving Count Consla's domain behind.

That's why Baron Bandarin had appeared.

"This is bad...!"

Count Consla spoke with anxious eyes.

"Lord Ian. We'd better turn back."

"Go back the way we came?"

"Yes...! Baron Bandarin is no ordinary man! He's the devil's bastard!"

Sir Sayer, the Count's knight, briefly added explanation.

"Baron Bandarin is from the eastern regions."

Ian reflexively looked at Belenka.

Belenka was from Baekguk in the east.

The east had numerous large and small countries.

There were so many small nations in the east that almost no one knew all of them.

Baron Bandarin was a noble who had come to the Holy Empire from the east.

"He's infamous for his cruel nature and love of plunder."

Sir Sayer spoke frankly.

"You'd better follow His Grace's advice, Lord Ian."

But Ian shook his head.

They didn't have time to turn back.

Retracing their steps would be clear waste.

"No time. If enemies attack, we'll just drive them off."

"But still, no matter what...!"

"Besides, their banners are close enough to see. Would they give up pursuit just because we run now?"

If the Count fled deep into his territory, perhaps.

But to flee that quickly, he'd have to abandon all his soldiers and escape alone.

It was already too late to turn back.

"This isn't Baron Bandarin's land, right?"

"...No, it isn't."

"Then he has no justification to eliminate us."

Sir Sayer slightly furrowed his brow.

Though justification was lacking, such things could always be manufactured.

Attacking because they served different lords would be justification enough.

"Damn. I don't know about this."

Sir Sayer looked around.

Ian's group was remarkably calm.

"Hey, Lady Belenka!"

"What?"

"Aren't you going to persuade your lord?"

A loyal knight wouldn't stand by while their lord got caught in dangerous battles.

Though Sir Sayer asked with that thought in mind...

"I happen to agree with Ian."

"...What?"

"No need to retreat. I don't know what kind of man Baron Bandarin is, but we're plenty strong too."

Sir Sayer thought Belenka was overconfident in her abilities.

From any angle, Ian's group looked like a one-man party centered on Ian.

Excluding Ian, they were all seemingly unremarkable people.

Three young women and one old man.

The only impressive-looking ones were the mysterious mercenaries(?) guarding Ian.

"Kehehehe! A fight!"

"Oww! Oww!"

"..."

Even they seemed mentally unstable.

'He must be counting on the Count's men...'

Sir Sayer was convinced Ian was trusting the Count's soldiers.

That made him even more anxious.

The Count's army was... much weaker in battle than Ian probably expected...

'Should I trust Lord Ian's magic?'

Though he couldn't shake off his unease.

The enemies were already right in front of them.

"Halt-!"

Knights on horseback appeared on the field.

Count Consla muttered with a pale face:

"Good heavens. They're all cavalry...!"

Surprisingly, Baron Bandarin's soldiers were all mounted cavalry.

He must have deliberately organized his forces as cavalry to increase mobility.

Even if the Count had decided to retreat late, they would have been quickly pursued.

"Lord Ian. Here, we shall...!"

Sir Sayer and the Count's other knights stepped forward.

Though a threatening enemy had appeared...

Now was the time to repay their debt to Ian!

"I'm coming too."

"Are you sure?"

"We should at least hear what they have to say, shouldn't we?"

The knights nodded.

"Let's go!"

Ian took the other knights and went to meet Baron Bandarin.

As said, they were from the east - their appearance was quite foreign.

Snow-white skin, pale golden hair, and eyes clear as ice.

As soon as Ian met Baron Bandarin, he said:

"You're from Wintz in Baekguk?"

The Baron answered with surprise:

"Correct. How did you know?"

Ian pointed behind him with his finger.

Belenka was surveying the Baron's formation from horseback.

"Never expected to meet someone from home here."

Belenka picked up the Baron's words:

"It's not so strange. We all came to make money, didn't we?"

Baron Bandarin laughed and said:

"People from Baekguk are all alike."

Sir Sayer watched their conversation with surprised eyes.

First, he was surprised Baron Bandarin hadn't attacked immediately.

The unexpectedly soft atmosphere was even more surprising.

He'd heard Baron Bandarin was an aggressive warmonger, but was he actually someone you could reason with?

But Sir Sayer's thoughts were soon proven wrong.

"Enough small talk. Are you the leader?"

"For now. But didn't you see Count Consla's banner?"

"I saw it. But that idiot doesn't seem like the type to come out as representative. And he didn't."

Ian nodded.

He calls the Count an idiot so naturally.

"Are you insulting my lord right now?!"

"Ah, you're the Count's knight? My words may be harsh, but they're not wrong."

"Regardless of right or wrong, an insult is an insult! I cannot let it slide!"

Sir Sayer charged at Baron Bandarin.

"Much too fine a knight compared to the Count."

Baron Bandarin swung his sword widely.

It looked like a huge, slow movement but...

When Sir Sayer came to his senses, he'd been struck in the side and was falling from his horse.

"Aaagh!"

A dismounted knight was easy prey.

Sir Sayer was captured instantly.

Baron Bandarin looked at Ian and said:

"We've gained a prisoner. Care to negotiate?"

"Get to the point."

"First, Count Consla will have an audience with Duke Roxlan."

Though he said "audience," it was closer to kidnapping.

Indeed.

Count Consla was about to become a prisoner without even seeing the battlefield...

That's what happened when the Count strayed too far from his territory.

But that had nothing to do with Ian.

"And?"

"You'll come with us for a while."

Ian chuckled and said:

"I'm just a passing traveler. Of all the nobles I know, none who harassed travelers came to a good end."

"Just a traveler? Are there travelers who move around with so many mercenaries?"

"I have quite a few enemies. And the world's dangerous these days, isn't it?"

"Now I'm even more curious. I really want to bring you to my castle."

"If I refuse?"

Ian lightly predicted what would happen next.

If words didn't resolve it, they'd naturally use violence.

Battle would break out.

Then Ian would literally smash Baron Bandarin's army.

Though they were outnumbered, this side had three wizards.

Even setting Maria aside, just Ian and Kira could turn the battlefield into a sea of fire.

But unexpectedly, the Baron didn't immediately suggest fighting.

"Then let's make a wager."

"A wager?"

"Just three people. Each side picks three warriors, and whoever defeats all their opponents gets their way. How about it?"

Ian was intrigued.

Decide by duel?

For medieval times, this was an incredibly peaceful solution.

"Fine. If your side wins, I'll come along quietly."

Baron Bandarin went back to select his candidates.

Ian also had to pick three great warriors.

"Lord Ian! Let me fight!"

"If you would choose me..."

"I'm Count Consla's territory's greatest warrior...!"

Ian pushed aside all the rabble(?) and first picked his two most reliable people.

"Belenka. And Sir Salvador."

Those two were the most skilled knights Ian knew.

"And for the third..."

Belenka raised her hand and said:

"I recommend Savage."

"Savage?"

Ian looked at the bandit fighter standing there awkwardly.

If Belenka acknowledged him, he must be quite good?

"Hey, madman. Want to fight?"

"If you'll pick me, I'll earn my keep."

"Good. You're in."

And so Ian's warriors were decided.

A woman, an old man, and a madman(?) - what an incredible lineup...

"Hey traveler, did you come for the circus instead of dueling?"

The Baron's subordinates burst out laughing.

Ian understood.

Ah, this is trash talk, is it?

"You lot look more like beggars. Better to be clowns than beggars."

"Ha! Still cocky for now!"

Actually, Baron Bandarin's side was the cocky one.

Naturally, since a woman, an old man, and a madman had stepped up to duel.

If this were the martial arts world, they'd be opponents worth being cautious of.

Unfortunately, in the fantasy world there was no saying like "beware women and old men."

"Ho ho. I'll go easy on you, young man."

And Ian's group's first warrior was...

None other than [Sword Master] Salvador!

Bearer of an honorable title bestowed by the Emperor himself!

"Yaaaaah!"

"I envy your overflowing strength! But a sword isn't just a stick swung with force, young man!"

Sir Salvador defeated three warriors straight in a row.

3-0.

Ian's complete victory.

Baron Bandarin couldn't close his gaping mouth.

Just then, someone shouted:

"Sword Master! Sir Salvador!"

Someone had recognized Sir Salvador.

Baron Bandarin was dumbfounded.

First, he had no idea why an imperial Sword Master was here.

And why was a Sword Master acting as bodyguard for a mere "traveler"!

"You... who are you?"

The Baron looked at Ian as he spoke.

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