Became a Medieval Fantasy Wizard-Chapter 337

"Thank you! Let me know if you need anything!"

After securing Elia's cooperation, Ian headed straight for the Emperor's bedroom.

Wizard Forendal became uneasy the moment he met Ian.

Wizards typically don't ignore their inner intuition.

Forendal felt something 'off' as soon as he saw Ian...

He reported this intuition to the Emperor.

"Uneasy?"

"Yes, Your Majesty. I sense... some kind of fateful power from that young wizard."

From an ordinary person, such words would sound so nonsensical you'd wonder if they'd been drinking.

But the speaker was a wizard.

Whether his words were nonsense or not couldn't be known without testing.

"Hmm..."

The Emperor didn't take the wizard's advice lightly.

"Wizard Ian, you said. We shall be careful."

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

Though he'd secured the Emperor's promise, it proved useless.

...Since Ian had Princess Elia as his companion.

Remembering Forendal's advice, the Emperor responded negatively when Ian visited.

"Your Majesty, please stop the bloodletting treatments."

"The treatments? Why?"

"Bloodletting has severe side effects."

"...Though I appreciate the advice, I'll manage my own health."

Ian shot Forendal a pleading look, but-

Forendal had no choice but to ignore Ian's gaze.

...He shared secrets with the Emperor.

In truth, the Emperor wasn't ill.

Well, he had been sick.

The doctors and Forendal had already treated him.

Forendal had previously diagnosed that the Emperor's health was improving.

But the Emperor refused to leave his sickbed.

The situation surrounding him was extremely troublesome.

With the Emperor himself refusing to stop being a patient, all Forendal could do was keep treating him like one.

"I see."

When the Emperor politely refused, Wizard Ian withdrew quietly.

Forendal was slightly confused by Ian's behavior.

If his intuition was right, Ian wasn't the type to withdraw so easily?

Forendal thought his intuition had been wrong.

...But it hadn't been.

As soon as Ian left the bedroom, he scurried straight to Princess Elia.

And shouted:

"Elia! Your dad won't let me treat him!"

"What?!"

Elia immediately threw down her book and ran to the Emperor.

She clung to the Emperor and pestered him all day.

"Father, why won't you accept Ian's treatment!"

"Well, you see..."

"Please, at least let him examine you! For my sake!"

Though the Emperor was reluctant to admit it, he teetered precariously on the line of being a daughter-obsessed father.

When Elia clung to him crying all day, the Emperor couldn't stand it!

Finally, he surrendered.

"Wizard Ian. Show me your skill then."

"Of course, Your Majesty."

Forendal watched Ian's examination while trying to hide his anxiety.

The milk was already spilled.

The best scenario would be Ian proving incompetent and failing to discover what illness the Emperor had.

If he was planning to extort treatment fees using the examination as an excuse... that would actually be better.

They could keep the secret with money!

Forendal's wish seemed to be coming true.

"Oh my!"

"How do you see my condition, Ian?"

"It's serious, Your Majesty!"

The Emperor wore a strange smile, and Forendal sighed in relief.

The Emperor wasn't sick, but this young wizard didn't know that!

Even Eredith's disciple was nothing special after all!

"Though the exact cause is hard to determine, one thing is certain."

"What's certain?"

"Your Majesty is weakened from blood loss."

"?"

The Emperor reflexively looked at Forendal.

What was this wizard saying?

...Indeed, Your Majesty.

The reason for the Emperor's confusion was simple.

Forendal had already enthusiastically told the Emperor that [bloodletting] was good for health.

Because Forendal himself believed bloodletting was beneficial!

According to rumors popular in the far Desert Empire-

The human body is composed of various fluids, and when the balance between these fluids is disrupted, humans fall ill.

People under heavy stress like the Emperor inevitably end up with excess blood.

When people get excited their faces turn red, because the excess blood produced by excitement reaches their face.

So how to manage stress?

Obviously by drawing out blood!

So Forendal had regularly drawn the Emperor's blood, and the amount drawn exceeded a liter...

If Ian knew, he might have mistaken it for some vampire-making dark art.

Why draw blood from a healthy person? Planning to make jerky?

The Emperor whispered to Forendal:

'This young fellow. He puts too much faith in his knowledge.'

'Yes. We can probably just ignore him.'

Though Ian was an excellent wizard, he wasn't an excellent healer.

It couldn't be helped.

Wizards communicated with the world; they weren't experts in medicine and health.

They could understand(?) if Ian's medical knowledge was lacking.

"Your Majesty. I'll prepare medicine for you, please be sure to take it."

"Very well. Thank you indeed."

The Emperor accepted Ian's request with a laugh.

While still whispering to Forendal:

"He seems a greedy wizard, making fake medicine."

"Perhaps so."

"If Ian tries to extort money from Elia, please stop him."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Watching Ian try to provide excessive treatment(?), the Emperor's suspicion grew rapidly.

Though he'd said he was close friends with Elia.

Could our innocent daughter have been deceived?!

But suspicion was just suspicion.

Not knowing the details, the Emperor decided to observe Ian for now.

And when Ian brought his 'medicine'-

The Emperor became convinced Ian was a fraud.

"What's this red stuff?"

"It's a potion made from tomatoes."

"...Tomatoes?"

The Emperor stared at the 'tomato potion' with a dubious expression.

Of course, Ian had called it a potion to appeal to medieval sensibilities...

But it was really just tomato juice.

Fresh juice made by blending tasty tomatoes with ice!

A fake potion but real juice, created using Ian's modern trivia knowledge.

Today's living tip: Tomatoes are good for anemia.

Rich in vitamins and iron, they were perfect for an Emperor who'd suffered bloodletting-bullshit.

"This isn't poison?"

"No..."

Tomatoes were unfamiliar food to the Emperor.

Though they were commonly eaten further south, this region was still unfamiliar with them.

"Your Majesty. It's safe to drink."

Forendal whispered.

"The rumors about tomatoes being deadly are false. I ate them often while traveling the Coral Sea."

"Oh ho."

Though tomatoes were unfamiliar, the Emperor drank it down smoothly, thinking of it as medicine.

The taste of tomato juice, which he was trying for the first time in his life, was quite good.

'This is delicious?'

The Emperor thought,

How could medicine taste this good...

This must be fake medicine!

The Emperor nodded while looking at Ian.

Of course.

This fraud(?) was clearly a disreputable wizard trying to make money selling fake medicine made from unfamiliar tomatoes to imperials.

He needed to quickly warn Elia to cut ties...

"Does it suit your taste?"

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"Quite good indeed. No, delicious."

"I'm glad. When your health improves, please take this medicine with beef steak."

Though Ian wasn't a doctor, he knew food could be medicine.

Both beef and tomatoes were good for anemia!

Eating them together would cure the Emperor's anemia at least.

Once the anemia improved?

His health would recover more easily!

Meanwhile, they could find a real doctor (who didn't know bloodletting) to examine the Emperor - perfect.

"Making medicine for me. Thank you indeed, Ian."

"Your Majesty's health is my joy."

Both the Emperor and Ian.

Neither thought health could be restored by mere tomato juice.

But...

Ian's treatment matched surprisingly perfectly.

Well, the Emperor had no illness except anemia after all!

"Father! Your complexion has improved!"

"...?"

Elia noticed the Emperor's changes first.

Though the Emperor deliberately wore makeup to look pale, he had become healthy enough to show through(...) the makeup.

"R-really?"

"Yes! The improvement is visible!"

"..."

This wasn't supposed to happen!

The Emperor quickly wiped off his makeup and hurried to the mirror.

In the mirror appeared a surprisingly vigorous middle-aged man(...).

The Emperor was horrified.

No! My skin!

Why! Why does it look so good!

It never looked this good even with that supposedly healthy bloodletting!!!

"Your Majesty, are you alright?"

"No I'm not! After taking Ian's medicine... I've become too healthy!"

The Emperor burst out angrily.

His improved health(...) let him express anger vigorously.

"Duke Roxlan will see through my feigned illness!"

"Is there still no meeting planned?"

"Not yet enough."

The Emperor grumbled thinking of the troublesome Duke.

"That petty Duke believes I'll definitely intervene between Fargar and Roxlan."

That was actually why the Emperor had come.

But the Emperor didn't want to blindly mediate between the Dukes.

If imperial forces were wasted mediating the conflict, who would benefit?

Obviously the nobles would.

The imperial nobles wanted the Emperor to remain a permanent figurehead and group project leader.

But the Emperor naturally wanted to build his own power.

Increasing influence by mediating between Fargar and Roxlan was good-

But depleting imperial forces was another matter.

So the Emperor had deliberately avoided meeting Duke Roxlan.

He'd fallen ill too conveniently.

Poor health made the perfect excuse.

The Emperor kept ready to move at any time while watching how the relationship between the two Dukes changed.

Duke Roxlan must be furious.

Because the Emperor wouldn't immediately take his side!

But why should the Emperor unconditionally side with Duke Roxlan?

Especially such a shady noble with suspicious rumors.

"Forendal. Can you use magic to make me look sickly?"

"I can try..."

"That's enough."

Worried about looking too healthy, the Emperor deliberately asked Forendal to use magic.

And that became the problem.

"Your Majesty!"

"What is it, Ian?"

"I've discovered the cause of your illness!"

"...?"

Ian.

With truly ghostly intuition, had seen through Forendal's magic!

"Your Majesty has been cursed with evil magic!"

Elia covered her mouth in shock.

"Heavens! What evil wizard would do such a thing!"

"..."

Forendal silently broke into a cold sweat.

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