Became a Medieval Fantasy Wizard-Chapter 208

TL/Editor: raei

Status: 5/week mon-fri

Illustrations: none

Join the discord! Here

"Haltramm is finished now."

In a treacherous valley of the Golden Mountains.

Antios, the Regent of the [Golden Rule Society], gazed down at the mountain base with an eerie glint in his eyes.

The massive campsite with hundreds of burning torches exuded an intimidating aura that made one's legs tremble just by looking at it.

Even a considerably powerful noble would feel uneasy facing such a force.

Those were the nobles and knights gathered to hunt the black dragon Predius.

In other words, they were the enemies Antios had to face.

[The sight of those ragged fools gathered looks like maggots drawn to a corpse.]

Predius muttered darkly, licking his eyeballs with his tongue.

Despite the numerous knights gathered, the black dragon treated them as mere insects.

In reality, the dragon wasn't particularly afraid of knights either.

Siege engines mounted on castle walls or wizards' uncanny magic were threatening, but.

Human knights in iron armor swinging swords and spears could be turned to ash with a single breath.

[It's exactly as you said, Summoner.]

Predius stared at Antios with eyes flashing with madness.

The Margrave of Haltramm chasing them to the Golden Mountains was a situation Antios had already foreseen.

One didn't need to be a space-time wizard to know.

Antios knew what kind of man the margrave was.

"The margrave was once a great warrior. He was famous for his tremendous strength and excellent leadership skills."

[Hah. However great a human may be.]

Predius scorned humans as naturally as breathing.

Antios, who knew that was just how the dragon was, continued calmly.

"But like the setting sun and fading moon. The margrave's time has come to an end."

In his younger days, Antios had met the Margrave of Haltramm once.

His wild charm and overflowing masculinity were hard to take one's eyes off.

He was a man worthy of respect as a fellow man.

But now, the margrave was nothing more than a washed-up old man.

A pathetic middle-aged man who couldn't let go of past glories, still believing he was the best and always right.

"I had hoped the margrave wouldn't follow you."

[Hmm. You wished for my failure, you mean?]

"... That's right."

Antios had sent Predius to the margrave's domain to provoke him.

He instructed the dragon to fight half-heartedly and then pretend to be defeated to lure him out.

The cunning Predius had perfectly executed Antios's orders.

And Antios... had secretly hoped the margrave would see through his ploy.

He believed that a man who was once an excellent warrior and commander wouldn't fall for such a clumsy luring tactic.

However, the margrave had thoroughly betrayed Antios's expectations.

Not only did he immediately chase after the black dragon, but he also spread false rumors that he had inflicted a fatal wound on it.

Antios felt a twinge in his chest.

Was this what it felt like to watch the fall of a hero you once respected?

"Predius."

The summoner of the Golden Rule Society.

Regent Antios gave orders to his summon.

"I'll provide you with troops. Eliminate all the nobles, including the Margrave of Haltramm."

Predius exhaled a rough breath.

Sticky saliva dripped from his punctured jaw.

[Good! Prepare my reward in advance! And once this is over, I will definitely plunder a new territory!]

Antios shook his head.

Having forbidden plundering for a while for this operation, it seemed the dragon was now eager to raid another territory.

"As you wish."

Predius spread his wings wide and let out a long roar.

Kwaaaaaaah!

Birds and beasts fled in panic, causing a great commotion.

"Claw-mark."

"Yes, master!"

An orc about 2 meters tall prostrated himself before Antios.

"Help the black dragon wipe out the knights. You may eat all the corpses."

"Thank you!"

Antios watched the orc horde moving down the mountain, his legs crossed.

With this, the Duchy of Araz was finished.

The County of Haltramm, having lost its margrave, would stagger under the barbarian problem, and the Duchy of Araz would suffer from succession issues.

When internal affairs are in chaos, one can't pay attention to external matters.

Even if a [Civil War in the Empire] broke out between the Duchies of Fargar and Roxlan, the Duchy of Araz wouldn't be able to intervene.

From now on, the Duchy of Araz would have to tremble in fear of the black dragon.

'The end of this false empire is not far off.'

Watching the massive dragon cutting across the night sky, Antios smiled faintly.

With Predius taking action, the fall of Araz was inevitable.

Now, the end was near.

---

---

"Did the margrave really say that?"

As soon as the meeting ended, Ian had a conversation with Salvador.

"I can't believe it either. What a crazy old fart."

Ian had expected the margrave to at least say, 'S-Sorry!' and apologize.

But no.

The margrave had openly shouted at others, 'Y-You crazy bastards! You should be following me!'

Faced with such incredible audacity, Ian was greatly impressed.

Wow. You'd have to be that crazy to be a margrave...

In reality, the other nobles couldn't do anything but curse at the margrave.

The milk had already been spilled.

They had brought knights and mercenaries, so money was already wasted.

Nothing much had changed except that 'Hunting a wounded dragon' had become 'Hunting a healthy dragon'.

Of course, whether the dragon was wounded or healthy was an extremely important issue.

If it was wounded, they could just rush in and deal the final blow.

But if it was healthy, someone would have to 'sacrifice' themselves to take the dragon's breath...

So who wants the glorious job of taking that breath attack?

Nobody wanted to, so the discussion was going nowhere.

"And you know what he said then? The margrave asked for the honor of leading the first charge."

Even the great Salvador was at a loss for words in the face of the Margrave of Haltramm's true madness.

Isn't there a saying that 'If you act crazy, you become a real lunatic'?

The margrave was certainly a lunatic.

No, he was closer to a stubborn old fart bordering on insanity.

"Old man. Does it get that hard to apologize when you get old?"

"It's men whose bodies have aged but whose pride hasn't that make such mistakes."

The margrave was still insisting, 'C'mon! Just beat that dragon and be done with it!'

Everyone except the margrave turned away, but he kept at it anyway.

"That man still thinks he's a 20-year-old knight full of vigor."

"How can we knock some sense into him?"

The margrave, apparently quite upset about being betrayed by Bunchi, didn't communicate a single word with Bunchi or the other nobles.

He had gone into full silent treatment mode.

From Ian's perspective, this was a real headache.

The margrave had a certain middle-aged charm and was highly popular among knights due to his heroic military achievements in his younger days.

With no way to rein him in, it was incredibly frustrating.

"Ian!"

Just then, Belenka came running and shouted.

"We've got trouble!"

"What's going on?"

If Belenka said so, something serious must have happened.

"The Margrave of Haltramm...! He's preparing to march out!"

"What?!"

Ian was shocked.

After learning that the dragon was at full health, Duke Araz had ordered the construction of a camp.

She had realized this wasn't a problem they could just rush into.

She was planning to build ballistas and bring more wizards to fortify their position, but...

The crazy margrave had decided to climb the mountain range alone with his men!

Ian hurried outside.

But he was too late.

The margrave had already gathered his loyal knights and disappeared into the Golden Mountains.

"... What should we do?"

Duke Araz was at a loss.

She had originally followed the margrave's lead. Now that opinions were divided, she was bewildered.

"Let's leave him be. He needs to learn his lesson the hard way."

Count Edward mocked the margrave's decision.

Judging by how quickly they had set out, it was clear they had made secret preparations in advance.

"... May God's protection be with them."

Salvador made the sign of the cross.

Now, all they could do was pray for the margrave's success.

But before half a day had passed, ominous signal flares went up.

"Smoke."

In the mountains as the sun set.

Along with bright flames, an acrid smell of burning permeated the entire mountain range.

The black dragon's thunderous roar echoed.

Everyone in the camp stopped what they were doing and looked up at the mountains.

Soon after, a scout reported urgently.

"O-Orcs!"

"Orcs?"

When Count Edward repeated the question, the scout realized his mistake.

He hadn't mentioned the most important being he should have.

"The dragon! The dragon is coming down with a horde of orcs!"

"What?"

Not just Count Edward, but even the experienced knights were flustered.

The dragon was one thing, but...

Suddenly orcs?

Why were orcs and a dragon appearing together?!

"What nonsense is this! Aren't orcs the dragon's food? Since when do predators move with their prey!"

"But...!"

Ian calmed the count down.

"That's enough. Shouting won't change anything."

Thud thud thud thud...!

Soon after, numerous orcs appeared.

And from the darkness, a wicked and powerful being with black wings also emerged.

It was the black dragon, Predius.

'Is that the dragon?'

They were barely a few hundred meters apart.

Ian felt overwhelmed by the sight of the dragon he was witnessing firsthand.

It was on a completely different level from encountering a drake.

The menacing aura that seemed to proclaim its ferocity with its entire body!

As soon as it appeared, Predius unleashed its breath towards the camp.

"Holy shit!"

Ian fled as far as he could, taking the nobles with him.

The dragon's breath split the camp in half, incinerating everything.

Tents and hay, temporary storehouses and livestock.

Even servants, soldiers, and knights!

"Aaaaagh!"

"H-Help me!"

Before the chaos from the breath attack could subside, orc raiders swarmed in.

"Get a grip! Maintain formation and face the enemy calmly!"

Salvador shouted until his throat was raw, but the confusion didn't easily subside.

Once battle broke out, chaos was inevitable.

All thoughts of command and formation flew out the window as everyone focused on cutting down the enemies right in front of them.

It's precisely because they can maintain proper command and formation in such mayhem that some armies are called elite troops led by great generals.

"Take this!"

Belenka cleaved off the head of an approaching orc.

Ian's formation was in just as much disarray.

Ian calmly assessed the situation.

'This is an ambush. The human formation is at a disadvantage.'

They had expected the dragon, but not the orc horde.

Someone must have deliberately hidden reinforcements.

'... But who?'

Ian shook his head.

He could worry about that later.

Ian immediately cast a skill magic.

"[Spear of Lightning!]"

Bzzzzzzt!

Ian gripped the glowing lightning spear and glared at the front lines.

In the middle of the burning battlefield.

He could see the massive black dragon flicking its long tongue...!

"Die, you lizard!"

If they could just take down the black dragon, the rest were small fry.

The destructive lightning spear flew straight towards Predius.

The lightning spear struck Predius's massive body head-on.

'... Did that do it?'

Ian held his breath as he observed Predius.

... The beast was fine.

Predius turned its head and stared at Ian with chilling eyes.

[You insect... How dare you!]

Predius took a deep breath.

Ian panicked and tried to protect himself from the flames.

'That bastard! It's tough as hell!'

Before the lightning spear hit, Ian had sensed some mysterious power.

It felt similar to the Blood Lord, a demon with magic resistance.

It seemed to have some ability to reduce the power of magic.

Just as Predius was about to exhale its breath.

BOOM!

"...?"

A cloud of dust exploded from beneath Predius's feet.

Something emerged from underground.

"A golem...?"

It was the rock golem.

The rock golem raised its massive stone fist and-

WHAM!

Punched Predius right in the face!

Predius's head snapped to the side.

Pure white dragon teeth clattered to the ground...

[Young wizard!]

The rock golem shouted to Ian.

[I'll buy you some time. Now run!]

"[You... Why...?]"

[A life is repaid with a life!]

The rock golem was undoubtedly repaying its debt to Ian.

Toggle New Ads

4/5 Enjoy the chappy!

Please give the book a rating and a review on NovelUpdates.

It helps the website and helps people find this novel!

If you'd like to make a one-time donation to support our translations or subscribe to read up to 15 chapters or more (depending on the novel) ahead, you can do so via Ko-fi.

Click here!