Became a Medieval Fantasy Wizard

TL/Editor: raei

Status: 5/week mon-fri

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"Alright, let's do this!"

"Yes~ I'm all ready."

Ian taught two classes.

One was dark magic, and the other was necromancy.

Originally there had been another professor teaching necromancy.

But after getting caught digging up corpses from graves, they were executed(...) and Ian took over the class.

Because of that incident, necromancy class's popularity had hit rock bottom.

There was only one student who wanted to take the course!

That was Maria.

You might worry - what happens if there are no students? Won't the professor starve?

But at Imperial University, professors were paid for 'teaching classes', not by how many students they taught.

Whether they had 1 student or 100, the pay was the same.

Thanks to this, Ian had successfully privatized his necromancy class time.

Since it was one-on-one class with Maria, couldn't he do whatever he wanted?

Ian completely abandoned teaching necromancy and indulged his selfish desires instead.

Namely, goofing off during class time.

"Please."

"Hehe. I'll do my best."

Ian laid his head down over the open book.

Ian tried to sleep with his eyes closed.

It would have been shocking for any observer to see. A professor sleeping during class?

But Ian was shameless.

This is class too? Right?

'Just like last time.'

Ian tried to sleep while slumped over the borrowed book.

Though he'd been accidentally pulled into a soul's memory world.

For an accidental visit, he'd gained quite a lot.

Especially getting to witness the [Black Great Fire] with his own eyes was huge.

Diverse experiences were important for wizards. More experience meant better expression and understanding of mysteries.

But... Ian had cheesed his way to new experiences by visiting soul worlds.

'Isn't this amazing?'

You level up just by sleeping?

What are we waiting for? I didn't bring a pillow! Time to DB!

Ian came to university to level up his specs, and as long as he leveled up, the method didn't matter.

Wasn't Ian's magic created by cheesing status windows in the first place! (or so he believed)

Cheese MK2.

The [I Level Up Just By Sleeping!] operation.

'...Sleeping is the issue.'

Next time he should pull an all-nighter beforehand, geez.

Ian tossed and turned before finally falling asleep.

#

Ian slowly opened his eyes.

'Success... maybe?'

An open field and a shabby hut.

Ian paused while handling clay.

'What was I... doing again?'

Pottery. Right.

I was going to make pottery.

[The novice necromancer denies your opinion.]

"?"Nôv(el)B\\jnn

[The novice necromancer explains that you fell asleep seeking magical inspiration.]

Magical inspiration?

Ian looked around quickly.

Strange? There was nothing around?

"!"

No way...!

A ghost?!

Ian jumped to his feet!

There must be a ghost floating around!

[The novice necromancer tells you to come to your senses.]

"Eek! You evil spirit! Get out of my head!"

[...The novice necromancer asks if you can't hear her words.]

Ian ignored the terrifying messages in his head.

Must be from firing pottery too hard!

He must be hearing things!

He should run to the nearest priest right now and ask them to drive out the ghost...

[The novice necromancer says she loves you.]

"...?"

[The novice necromancer says she loves you.]

[The novice necromancer says she loves you.]

[The novice necromancer says she loves you.]

[The novice necromancer says she loves you.]

[The novice necromancer says she loves you.]

[The novice necromancer says she loves you.]

[The novice necromancer says she loves you.]

"S-stop! Maria! Stop spamming!"

That creepy message!

Ian snapped back to his senses.

And belatedly realized he'd gotten too immersed in this [soul world].

'Good thing I brought Maria.'

[The novice necromancer asks who she is.]

"You're Maria. Thanks. You helped me come to my senses."

[The necromancer who loves you very much smiles happily.]

'So this is...'

After some investigation, Ian figured out where he'd landed.

This was inside an earth wizard's memories.

More precisely, he wasn't an earth wizard.

Just an ordinary pottery craftsman.

But he'd devoted his whole life to making pottery, and learned to hear earth's breathing while kneading clay.

Based on his experiences, in his later years he wrote a book called [The Mystery of Pottery].

...That was the title of the book Ian had borrowed from the library.

'It's definitely helpful for earth wizards.'

Whether pottery craftsman or earth wizard.

Both were 'earth lovers', so it was an excellent book for learning the mindset for dealing with earth.

[You peeked into the memories of a craftsman who deeply loved pottery!]

[Experience gained!]

[Earth Magic + 4%]

[You seem to need much more experience to reach the next level.]

Ian gained a small amount of experience from understanding the pottery craftsman's love of clay.

As achievements went, it was decent enough.

'Hmm...'

But Ian wasn't completely satisfied.

Last time with the fire magic book, he'd gotten hints for a completely new magic.

This time just experience points?

Honestly, 4% experience was an amount you could get just from studying the book thoroughly.

Getting such stingy returns after direct experience felt wrong.

'There's a difference from last time.'

Ian thought that far and returned to the original world.

"Maria. Time to end it."

[The novice necromancer summons you back to the real world.]

[Will you answer the call?]

YES.

Ian groggily opened his eyes.

#

"How was it? Maria. Did you learn something about handling souls?"

"Yes~ It was very helpful."

"Good. Keep at it."

Productive necromancy class, complete.

Ian went to get food with Maria.

While eating, Ian exchanged some brief thoughts with Maria.

"To achieve what brother wants, it seems using books from accomplished wizards would be better."

"That's what I think too."

Though they say you can learn from even the humblest places.

Honestly, between a pottery craftsman's book and a renowned wizard's book, which would give better magical inspiration?

Obviously the renowned wizard's would.

"Brother. Who wrote that fire magic book you used last time?"

"A fire wizard called Kvelin, someone I don't know well."

"Hmm..."

Since Ian was just making casual conversation with Maria, he didn't expect much from her.

Until recently she'd just been doing menial work in the countryside - how much could she really know?

If he ran into something he didn't know?

'Time to use the Master card.'

Though Ian had innate genius talent for magic, he was still a young man.

Older wizards could have more total knowledge.

And Eredith was... sorry to say, definitely an older wizard.

She'd passed 40 long ago.

Ian went to consult Eredith.

After his recent experiences, he had things piled up to ask her.

"Yes, come in Ian."

Ian explained his experiences to Eredith.

Whether she couldn't quite grasp the necromancy-focused topics about souls and memories didn't particularly matter.

"Let's just accept the necromancy parts as they are. Anything I add would be useless anyway."

What mattered was what Ian had experienced in the soul worlds, and Eredith easily understood Ian's story with her vast knowledge.

And the result was quite shocking.

"It seems, Ian, that the memory you experienced in your 'dream'..."

Eredith said with a slightly furrowed brow.

"Was Archwizard Maronius's memory."

"...Maronius?"

Ian was slightly taken aback.

He'd already figured out it was a primitive-ancient memory.

But to say it was the memory of Maronius, the final boss of wizards?

"Wait, Master. The name I heard was clearly..."

"Demius. That was Maronius's name before he took his new name."

Ian scrunched up his face.

Demius, Maronius, Mickey Mouse, fucking hell.

Why are there so many names ending in -us? Zeus might as well show up too.

Though the name Maronius was very famous, the Archwizard's 'human era' name wasn't well known.

Most people didn't know it unless they were a living Wikipedia like Eredith.

"What's more certain is the name Liria."

"Liria..."

Suddenly, Ian recalled Demius's memory.

A girl with red hair and a frightened expression.

"Liria was Maronius's lover."

"...Doesn't seem like a famous name."

Eredith shrugged.

"They broke up right before Maronius made his name as a wizard."

"Broke up?"

"Yes. Don't know who was at fault, but they were lovers briefly before separating."

"And that's... it?"

If Maronius had had a wife, Ian would have at least heard her name.

But Maronius's lover wasn't particularly famous.

Ian had naturally assumed Maronius died a virgin.

I mean... he was a Archwizard!

It's common sense that Archwizards are virgins, right?

On that point, what Ian knew was correct.

Maronius never took a wife until his death.

"Maronius wanted to reunite with Liria. He thought she was his one and only soulmate."

"...But Liria didn't want Maronius."

Ian's mouth turned bitter. As a supporter of pure love, this wasn't good news.

In truth, first loves rarely work out. Childhood friend marriages are rare enough to be noteworthy.

"Well. In my opinion, I think Liria wanted Maronius too."

"???"

"Though there are too few records to say for sure..."

Hmm. Eredith hesitated slightly before speaking:

"Liria died in an accident."

"..."

"She was attacked by monsters while riding in a carriage. And she became the Archwizard's final lover."

An awkward silence fell.

Unlike Ian's expectations, perhaps Liria had feelings for Maronius too.

But what separated them was cold death itself.

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