Became a Medieval Fantasy Wizard
Chapter 374

TL/Editor: raei

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"You know summoning magic?"

"Yes."

Ian was teaching simple magic to the black wizards as usual.

In the process, he discovered something.

Black wizards strongly preferred summoning and necromancy over other magic.

"You were so indifferent when I offered to teach water magic."

Ian was genuinely disappointed in the black wizards, not just pretending.

Water magic is useful.

Magic that controls water—how could it not be useful?

But the black wizards showed little interest in water magic.

"What's the point of being friends with water? Planning to go boating?"

"I don't want to become a pirate."

"I tried being a water bandit once, but it wasn't worth it."

"..."

Ian was dumbfounded.

Seriously, why did these guys connect everything to robbery?!

He was realizing anew that black wizards had a fundamentally different way of thinking.

Once they learned magic, they immediately thought about how to use it to mess people up and get some kind of high.

This way of thinking horrified Ian.

Mysteries aren't unpaid all-purpose servants...!

Would the world lend its power just for petty theft?

But black wizards never considered the mysteries' feelings, focusing only on filling their own pockets.

No wonder they couldn't learn normal magic...

Magic is communication with the world.

Someone who only shouts their own demands will never succeed.

"I'll teach you the summoning magic you like, so follow me."

"Oh! That's our Ian!"

"When you become an executive, we'll support you all the way."

"..."

I don't need that, you bastards.

The black wizards mistakenly thought Ian was generously sharing magic to win their "hearts and minds."

That wasn't entirely wrong.

Ian was trying to gain the black wizards' favor.

So he could move around without arousing suspicion.

"I'll teach you with goblins."

"Great!"

In truth, Ian didn't know how to control monsters.

Greedy monsters like orcs and goblins were nearly impossible to communicate with.

But...

He had secret knowledge learned from the master of summoning(?), Professor Demonite.

"[Bow down.]"

"Kiek! Kek!"

"What, human!"

"Get lost!"

Ian drew Anor-lsil and threw it.

The magic sword flew by itself, piercing a goblin.

"!"

One goblin collapsed, spraying blood.

At the same time, a wave of emotions swept through.

Confusion, anger, fear, terror...

Ian captured the emotion of [fear] and spoke in a voice that intensified it.

"[Bow down.]"

"..."

One of Professor Demonite's teachings:

Fear can be an extremely efficient means of 'communication'...!

Magic is the process of moving the world through communication with all things.

That could be through 'requests,' but 'threats' worked too.

As long as it didn't become a habit.

"Kik... kiak..."

One by one, the goblins knelt at Ian's feet.

The black wizards let out quiet exclamations of admiration.

"Whoa..."

"That's some intimidation skill."

"As expected of Black Wizard Ian!"

Ian gave the black wizards a sidelong glance.

Why did that sound like an insult?

Anyway.

Though Ian and Demonite never understood each other's methods,

They both recognized that each other's magic was exceptional.

Ian followed Professor Demonite's method, infusing his voice with [fear induction].

"Now, you try it."

"Alright! [Obey!]"

"Kiek! Kyaaak!"

"Get lost, human!"

"...It's not working."

"Try again. Think about stimulating fear."

The results weren't great, but the black wizards practiced summoning magic diligently.

Almost all black wizards favored summoning magic.

Summons could both deal damage and tank—they were all-purpose magic.

Better yet, once successful, you could keep milking the benefits!

Perfect magic for black wizards who wanted to get stronger quickly.

"You're getting used to the goblins, right?"

"? What are you talking about?"

"We've barely started practicing..."

The black wizards were confused, but Ian moved on to the next lesson.

Though it was less a lesson and more like showing off his magic.

Ian's summoning magic worked perfectly on not just goblins, but orcs and kobolds too.

"Wow."

"You're really good at magic, aren't you?"

The black wizards, now hopelessly behind the lesson plan, switched to simply enjoying the show.

They followed Ian around, watching his magic performances.

Watching amazing magic and applauding!

It was like a magical circus.

"Wow! He can even communicate with orcs!"

"Next! What's the next monster?"

Ian paused dramatically before answering.

"A dragon."

"..."

"..."

"I'm going to try giving orders to a dragon."

The black wizards trembled with fear.

Dragon Predius...

A monster that no one except Regent Antios could approach.

The kind that would eat you just for getting close!

"Hey, come on. A dragon is a bit..."

Ian glared at the black wizards and said:

"Are you scared?"

The black wizard who met Ian's eyes froze like a frog facing a snake.

This was Ian, who had just been controlling monsters through [fear induction].

His eyes held the sharpness of a vicious predator.

This wasn't Ian's intention.

It was more like the mysteries influencing Ian.

But the effect was impressive.

"Uh... no. I'm not scared... it's just..."

"Why are you chickening out? I taught you summoning magic. If you're that nervous, let's at least bring some monster minions."

"..."

The black wizards couldn't openly defy Ian's wishes.

They sensed... Antios's shadow in Ian's demeanor.

"Why do you want to meet the dragon?"

To the black wizard's question, Ian answered with a smirk:

"I'm going to feed it."

"Feed it?"

"The monsters we just subdued. I'll give them to the dragon as food. It's a fun experience and good practice for summoning magic."

The black wizards glanced at each other.

If that was the case...

Honestly, they did want to practice summoning magic too.

Sometimes summons needed to be "sacrificed" strategically. Like when you needed to buy time by letting your summons die.

But what if the summon refused orders? That would be very troublesome.

Practicing "sacrificial" offerings with a dragon would be a very positive experience for a summoner.

"You're not planning to just absorb the magic and run away, are you?"

"..."

"Everyone summon your minions. We're going to meet the dragon now."

Ian naturally issued commands.

The black wizards unconsciously obeyed Ian's orders.

Ian was clearly dominant and had been generous in teaching them magic.

And he was inviting them to meet the dragon together... maybe that was reassuring?

"Hey! What are you doing?"

When the black wizards began leading monsters somewhere, Bertholdt reacted.

"Going to feed the dragon."

"...?"

What does that...?

While Bertholdt was confused, one black wizard whispered:

"Ian taught us summoning magic... and now we're taking the leftover monsters to feed him..."

"Summoning practice, I see."

Bertholdt's expression soured.

Though he didn't want to admit it, it was somewhat reasonable...

The society was going to relocate anyway.

Human mercenaries shared living spaces, so taking them along was fine.

But monsters were different.

Monsters had their own [territories].

Just because you controlled them with summoning magic didn't mean you could drag them around.

You might accidentally attract ferocious monsters, or summons might attempt to escape due to anxiety about leaving their territory.

Using them as dragon food wasn't a bad idea.

Actually, Ian was saving everyone time by taking care of this chore.

'But that dragon isn't a monster he can control?'

Bertholdt had absolute trust in Antios.

Only Summoner Antios could control the dragon!

The black dragon Predius was an evil, cruel, and greedy monster.

Not the kind to listen to Ian's commands.

'...Wait a minute.'

Suddenly, an idea flashed through Bertholdt's mind.

If he left Ian alone...

Might Predius devour Ian?!

'Worth a try.'

Antios might be favorable toward Ian, but Bertholdt wasn't.

Unlike Antios, Bertholdt had no interest in Ian's knowledge.

He just had a history of being humiliated by him!

Bertholdt wouldn't mind if Ian died in an "unfortunate accident."

"Bertholdt. Shouldn't we stop this?"

"Why?"

"Antios said so."

A black wizard cautiously remarked.

"Predius is extremely aggressive right now, so absolutely don't go near him."

Bertholdt snorted.

"If Ian insists on going, why should I stop him?"

"But..."

"He's the genius wizard, isn't he! If he wants to show off in front of his juniors, why interfere?"

Predius is aggressive?

Even better.

Bertholdt knew nothing except necromancy.

He couldn't offer any opinion on the dragon's condition from a summoning perspective.

But he trusted Antios.

Antios's words were truth!

Predius was full of venom and would attack anything that approached.

Ian would be no exception...!

"I should go watch."

Far from stopping Ian, Bertholdt gathered his necromancers to go watch.

A group of black wizards headed toward the dragon's lair.

Grrrrr...!

Predius raised its head and glared at the black wizards.

The more timid black wizards hastily stepped back.

Even the best summoners could barely communicate with dragons.

Most black wizards in the society couldn't even approach Predius.

"[Go.]"

"Kek...!"

"[I'll kill you if you don't go.]"

Ian shoved the back of a poor goblin.

Though trembling, the goblin approached the dragon.

It had been psychologically overwhelmed by Ian's powerful will.

Kyaaaaa!

Predius howled fiercely and struck the goblin with its front paw.

The goblin's body burst apart like an egg smashed with a hammer.

The terror of death spread.

"Kak! Kak!"

"Run...! We must run...!"

"Uooooh!"

"You... crazy monsters! Stay still!"

"[Obey! Obey!]"

Amid the spreading chaos,

Ian slowly approached Predius.

The more he listened to Predius's howls—

The stronger Ian's conviction grew.

'As I thought...'

Ian reached out toward Predius.

"[Predius]"

Grrrrrr...

The evil black dragon raised its head and looked down at Ian.

The timid black wizards moaned.

The massive dragon looked ready to open its jaws and swallow Ian whole at any moment.

"[It's me. Predius.]"

"..."

There was... no answer.

Just as expected.

'I'm certain now.'

Ian thought:

'Predius doesn't recognize me.'

This was Predius, whose brain Ian had pierced.

It seemed to have suffered severe brain damage, impairing its intelligence.

[Who... are you...]

Just then.

Ian felt Predius's will—faint but definite.

Proof that Ian and Predius were communicating.

'This is my chance.'

Predius didn't recognize Ian.

In other words...

If Ian 'pretended to be someone else,' Predius wouldn't know the difference...!

Ian took a slow, deep breath.

Then, as he had planned, he spoke to Predius with intention in his voice.

"[I am your master, Predius.]"

[Master...?]

"[Your friend. Your companion. Your guide.]"

[Anti... os...]

Ian's prediction was accurate.

Predius judged Ian to be the only wizard it could communicate with.

Namely, Antios.

"What's he doing?"

Despite the presence of many black wizards—

Not one of them understood the conversation between Ian and Predius.

The dragon's will was tiny and faint.

So slight that anyone less skilled than Antios wouldn't notice it.

"[Your archnemesis has arrived.]"

[Archnemesis...?]

However, many black wizards were fluent in Maronius language.

Rotten as they were, they were still wizards.

"? What's Ian saying now?"

"Sounds like he's saying an enemy has arrived?"

"You fools. He's just introducing himself. Don't you know Ian and Predius fought before?"

The more perceptive black wizards understood Ian's words.

Bertholdt was among them.

'...What's going on?'

Ian's tone was strange.

Mentioning an archnemesis directly to the dragon?

Is he actually insane and wants to die?

But they didn't know.

That Predius was mistaking Ian for Antios...!

"[Ian Eredith Raven.]"

[...!]

"[The shadow wizard of Talian and Dragon Slayer!]"

Grrrrrr...!

Predius rose up.

Then it roared with a thunderous voice.

Krooooo-!

[Ian Eredith Raven-! Ian Eredith-! Raven-!]

Krooooo-!

"W-what's happening?!"

"The black dragon is excited!"

"Someone get Antios!"

When the dragon roared, not just the black wizards but the monsters began to go wild.

Chaos erupted.

[I'll kill yooouuuu-!]

Krooooo-!

Bertholdt felt a chill run down his spine.

Something... something had gone terribly wrong!

"[Yes! Kill him! I will guide your path!]"

[Guide me! Antios! Lead my rage!]

Bertholdt was horrified.

'That crazy bastard! What is he saying...!'

He realized too late.

Ian wasn't... introducing himself.

He was reciting commands to control the dragon!

'How...? How is he controlling Antios's dragon...!'

Ian rushed toward Predius.

And—

He grabbed the black dragon's neck and climbed onto its head!

From atop the dragon, Ian shouted:

"[There! Ian is over there!]"

Ian Eredith Raven.

The trigger for Predius's rage and the attack command...!

Ian pointed at Bertholdt and shouted.

Bertholdt's face turned pale.

"I'm not Ian, you maniac...!"

"[It's Ian! Ian is over there!]"

[I'll kill youuuu!]

Predius, with its brain damage, had lost the cognitive ability to understand human language.

Therefore, it couldn't hear Bertholdt's cries.

The dragon breathed hot flames toward the black wizards.

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