Became a Medieval Fantasy Wizard
Chapter 398

TL/Editor: raei

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"Could this be divine mischief?!"

"We've been... blind with our eyes open. The answer was right in front of us, yet no one reached out for it."

"Speak properly. It's not that we didn't reach out—we couldn't reach out."

Lucy had clearly entrusted Ian with guest management.

But Ian... spent all his free time giving magic lectures.

When Lucy asked with a sulky expression, "Aren't you going to help with our wedding preparations?"

Ian merely offered cowardly married-man excuses like, "I'd love to, but these wizards just won't let me go~"

"Kira Laventa."

"Yes, Countess."

"Hey. Should I learn magic too?"

"..."

Kira broke into a cold sweat...

Even if this was the mistress of Talian and Ian's first wife speaking...!

For someone who couldn't even read yet (that was true), learning magic was nearly impossible.

"If you wish, of course I'll teach you."

"No one's around, so speak freely."

"...I'll teach you, but is it okay if there are lots of letters to memorize?"

Lucy pushed out her lower lip.

In her life, she had rarely felt frustrated about being less intelligent...

But now she felt a little wronged!

Ian was a wizard, Kira was a wizard, and even Maria had studied magic at the university.

If Lucy alone remained ignorant, wouldn't she feel left behind?

If Ian knew, he would have muttered, "Lucy, just stay healthy..." but.

Lucy was quietly conscious of being the only inadequate one.

It couldn't be helped.

No matter how much others said, "It's fine to be lacking~," it couldn't really be fine, could it?

Being talented was better than being incompetent.

"I've decided!"

"?"

Lucy slammed the table and declared:

"My son will learn magic like Ian! Then I'll be part of a wizarding family too!"

"...You've already decided the gender?"

"Yes! I, the Countess of Talian, have just decided! So he'd better be born a boy!"

Lucy believed in her luck.

Unfortunately, Lucy's child would be a daughter, not a son.

A fact already spoiled to Ian by space-time wizard Gerard...!

'She's adorable.'

Kira glanced at Lucy and smiled gently.

She was a lovable woman—Kira could see why Ian had fallen for her.

#

Time flowed like magic.

On a warm spring day when wildflowers bloomed fully and the fragrant scent of grass spread everywhere.

Now the guests Ian had invited arrived one by one.

Lucy enjoyed happy busyness every day preparing to welcome the guests.

Ian exchanged greetings with the guests and reminisced about his travels.

He even opened the storehouse and distributed food to the residents of Talian.

Voices praising Lucy overflowed from everywhere.

Free food is always right!

"Are you here, Ian?"

When Jubal suddenly called, Ian went to Talian's convent(?).

It was the house where Mionia, the former nun, lived. Everyone called it the convent, so it had become a convent.

Mionia and Jubal, werewolf Louis, and Takarion were gathered snugly in the convent.

Ian was slightly amazed.

What a truly unique combination.

"What's going on?"

"I wanted to show you the dress to wear at the wedding."

"...Is it okay for me to see it?"

Memories from his past life tormented Ian...

But Mionia tilted her head as if wondering what the problem was.

"Shouldn't Ian pay the most attention to the Countess?"

"That's true. Actually, I wanted to see it."

That was a lie. He didn't particularly want to see it.

Because the "wedding attire" worn by medieval people was just neatly made new clothes.

Some people did wear traditional clothes, but the modern(?) trend in the Holy Empire was not to wear traditional attire.

This was because the traditional clothing of the Holy Empire strongly reflected northern barbarian styles.

The priests didn't like it either. Imperial citizens preferred ancient Golden Empire style clothing instead.

"It's this...?"

Mionia carefully showed the dress.

"!"

Ian was surprised.

The dress Mionia designed... strongly resembled a modern wedding dress!

It wasn't just similar because it was white.

For medieval clothing, it was extremely short, and remarkably, the shoulders were exposed!

"This...! The shoulders are missing?!"

"You can wear a cloak over it."

Ian's mouth fell open.

A wedding dress with a cloak combination... imperial aesthetic was quite unique.

"...Is it not good after all?"

Actually, what was unique was Mionia's sense.

Her fashion design was hundreds of years ahead of its time in this medieval world.

It looked truly beautiful to Ian, a modern person, but—

"She made another revealing outfit. That lewd nun."

"I-I'm not a lewd nun!"

To Takarion's eyes, the dress appeared too provocative.

It was pretty... but wasn't it too sensual?

Heavens! The shoulders were exposed! Too lewd!

If ignorant farmer's daughters heard about this and started wearing clothes with visible shoulders! How depraved would the domain become!

"It's really beautiful though? I approve."

"!"

"Ian. You'll receive divine punishment for that."

"It's fine. The Sky God doesn't get angry over things like this."

But to Ian's eyes, it was simply a pretty modern-style dress.

In fact, by modern standards, it felt extremely modest and elegant.

What? Exposed shoulders?

If medieval people saw what modern people went around revealing(?), they might lament that the world had been stained by corruption.

Well. In a world without media, exposure is just attention-seeking.

But in a media world, exposure is both charm and trend.

"Ahhh...!"

Mionia looked at Ian with a moved expression.

As she had felt before, Ian was someone who truly understood her design philosophy!

"Ian. You know what beauty is...!"

"Anyone who sees Sister's clothes would naturally realize it."

"I quit being a nun a long time ago."

"I see, Sister."

"..."

Ian could understand why Mionia's house was called a convent.

Somehow, the word "nun" stuck so easily that it couldn't be helped!

"I'll give this to Ian!"

"? What is it?"

"A gift that only someone who understands the beauty of my clothes can have!"

Ian took a deep breath when he saw what was in the box.

"Wow!"

My goodness.

Did that nun really make this outfit by herself!

Such a precious item!!!

"Could Sister possibly be a reincarnated modern person?!"

"? What are you saying?"

"I mean Sister is a genius. A genius born about 1000 years ahead of her time!"

At Ian's reaction, Mionia's face showed genuine joy.

"That much?"

"Sister's designs will move all future generations!"

Starting with me...!

Ian vigorously shook hands with Mionia.

"Shall I dress the Countess of Talian and send her to you?"

"! Is that possible?"

"Of course. I designed it as a set with the dress from the start."

Ian was certain.

Mionia was... of the same kind as Ian.

A mysterious genius inserted by the Sky God to advance medieval clothing standards!

"Farewell."

"See you later, Ian."

"I'll support you in spirit."

Ian waved goodbye and left the convent.

His mood was several times better than before he entered.

That's because he had actually seen the wedding dress.

His heart was strangely pounding.

'Marriage.'

It was unbelievable.

No, rather, it felt surreal.

Born as a farmer's son, then a wizard's disciple.

From a wizard's disciple to a wandering wizard.

From a wandering wizard...

To a husband and father of a family.

...Strangely, Gerard's words came to mind.

'Once time has passed, it never returns.'

Time only moves forward.

If there's a beginning, there must be an end.

The journey of life... will eventually come to a conclusion too.

Just like Ian's long journey had ended.

A journey that has already passed will never return.

Ian would simply move forward.

Living as a father, a scholar, a wizard...

Becoming an old man, and eventually bidding farewell to the world.

That is the nature of time, and the nature of life.

A warm spring breeze blew.

Ian smiled as he looked at the sky.

Though time that has passed never returns...

People can recall memories from anytime, anywhere, can't they?

We call this "reminiscence."

That time, that was really fun.

That journey was truly absurd. I thought I was going to die there...

Because of such memories—

Ian wasn't very regretful about the end of this journey.

Looking back, there were only happy memories.

'I've lived well.'

Ian's youth was now racing toward its end.

Once he married and had children, his own time would naturally dissolve away.

But Ian's heart was pounding instead.

Though the journey had ended, life continued.

Actually, this was just the real beginning.

He needed to raise children and research magic.

Both were tasks that would remain insufficient even if he devoted his entire life to them...!

Now as before, Ian had only one thing to do.

'Live earnestly.'

Live fully in this moment.

Since time that has passed never returns, shouldn't he at least leave proper memories?

Like—I'm so glad I accomplished this back then.

Ian moved to meet the guests again.

He needed to focus on what could only be done in this moment...

#

"Hey! Ian! My brother!"

Time never returns yet moves annoyingly steadily.

"It's time to begin the sacred union!"

Takarion woke Ian with a dramatic fuss.

That's right.

The wedding day.

The day that once seemed would never come had finally arrived...!

"Groom! Hurry up!"

"..."

Ian ran around with bread in his mouth like an anime protagonist.

Wait, weren't medieval weddings supposed to be easy?!

Why did the groom have to be so busy here too!

Whether medieval or modern, a wedding is a big life event.

There was no way it would pass quietly.

Dressing up properly, applying perfume...

Praying with the priest, getting hit(?) with blessed branches...

"Brother! A guest is here!"

"I'm busy, go check yourself!"

"It's a n-noble!"

"You're a wizard's sister!"

"?!"

Since priests who had traveled far for the wedding had prepared dozens of wedding attractions(...) for Ian, "the faithful servant of the Order," Ian had to run around all morning completing his schedule.

By lunchtime, Ian was half out of his mind.

Ah- really. This is bullsh-

At that moment, Ian's eyes met Kira's, who was looking after Lucy. Kira shyly waved.

"..."

Come to think of it, didn't Ian have to go through this madness two more times...?

Ah...!

So happy!

Ian forced a smile, lifting the corners of his mouth...

"Ahhhh! Ian!"

"What?"

"I want to wear this hat, but Kira keeps stopping me!"

Lucy was holding that pointed hat, while Kira held the tiara Ian had received from Duke Roxlan.

"That's not it, Countess. This is a precious gift from the Duke..."

"You wear that! I like this hat better!"

Ian couldn't help but smile.

"Good grief. Really."

He hadn't known before, but now Ian understood.

That pointed hat was a hat Lucy's mother had cherished.

It was her mother's keepsake.

A luxury pointed hat made in the latest fashion design so she wouldn't be looked down on by other nobles.

"Lucy. That pointed hat is perfect for you."

"Really?! See! Even Ian says so!"

Kira stepped back with a troubled expression.

It couldn't be helped.

At this moment, Lucy was the protagonist.

This was Ian and Lucy's wedding ceremony, after all.

"Countess. The priest says the ceremony is about to begin..."

"Oh! Coming right now!"

Before Kira could nag, Lucy snatched Ian's wrist.

And ran.

"No-! What bride runs at her own wedding-!"

"I don't care about that stuff!"

Ian and Lucy stood before the priest, panting.

The guests looked at the bride and groom with strange eyes(...).

But Ian didn't mind.

Most of them were—

People he had met, both significant and minor, during his journey.

Starting with Ian's family...

Teacher Eredith and space-time wizard Gerard.

Monk Takarion and Sister Mionia.

Wizard Inglan and the Imperial University wizards, and Herta... and the other wizard quartet.

Jubal and Sir Salvador, Belenka and the knights, Imperial Princess Elia Hastria.

Kira and Maria... and other guests.

Everyone had gathered to bless Ian's marriage.

"Ahem. Ahem."

The priest cleared his throat and proclaimed:

"The rightful ruler of Talian! Do you, Lucy Talian, swear to take the wizard Ian as your husband and love him for life?"

"I swear!"

"Disciple of Wizard Eredith! Do you, Ian Eredith Raven, swear to take the Countess of Talian as your wife and love her for life?"

"I swear."

The priest gestured.

It meant they should share the kiss of covenant.

Ian and Lucy looked at each other very briefly.

Two people who never dreamed their connection from the first journey would lead to this.

But the conclusion is a married ending, right?

"Close your eyes."

"Okay!"

A warm spring breeze blew.

An unidentified wildflower from somewhere rolled and stuck to Lucy's dress.

Ian just smiled.

Yes. This is truly medieval.

But I don't miss it...! Wedding hall ceremonies...!

Ian kissed Lucy.

A silence fell as if time had stopped—

"Woooooah!"

Passionate applause and cheers showered down upon the young couple.

As if blessing their future together.

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