Chapter 194

Chapter 194

TL/Editor: raei

Status: 5/week mon-fri

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The nobles were furious about Ian's theft of their game.

They had delighted in sending people to steal Talian's prey, but when it happened to them, the shock made their heads spin.

"Find out who the bastard is immediately!"

"S-should we even consider this the work of a human..."

The neighboring nobles busily gathered evidence for prosecution.

Evidence was quickly amassed.

Organized movements of large wolf packs had been reported.

Not a single noble thought, 'Ah! This must be a miracle from God!'

"It's a wizard! This is clearly the work of an evil black wizard!"

Some nobles knew about the [Golden Rule Society] said to be running rampant in the south.

"Count! I heard a rumor that a wizard named 'Ian Eredith Raven' was headed to the Talian domain!"

"Eredith? You mean a disciple of Eredith the Fire Wizard?"

"He's quite infamous! They say he makes magic potions, controls monsters as minions, and uses dark magic!"

Then reports came in that the beasts that had vanished from the Talian domain had reappeared.

The nobles were certain.

This bastard! This bastard stole my beasts!

"I'll ride there at once and split that bastard's skull in two!"

"C-calm down, Count!"

The nobles who hadn't lifted a finger when a neighboring domain was under dragon attack were now eager to mobilize troops at the disappearance of their game.

"I hear the beasts went to the Talian domain of their own accord!"

"What the... What nonsense are you spewing?"

The priest explained earnestly.

"A werewolf touched by the heavens received divine revelation and offered tribute..."

"You expect me to believe that bullsh*t?!"

The priest was at a loss.

Such rumors had indeed spread from the Talian domain, with far too many eyewitnesses.

This had to be verified before taking action.

Otherwise, one would become a villain daring to defy the will of Heaven.

Heaven had just shown a miracle, and mere humans dared to ruin it?

There was no doubt it would cause an uproar.

"I'll send a letter to the Pope. I'll say there's someone in Talian suspected of being a black wizard, and we intend to investigate!"

"Good! Move as quickly as possible!"

The priests of each domain sent letters of petition to the Pope.

'You're finished now! Raven Ian!'

And they had no doubt that permission to investigate would be granted.

Did you think you could get away with so brazenly swiping beasts?

However, the nobles weren't the only ones who sent letters to the Pope...

"Brother Takarion!"

"Hm? What is it?"

"A letter arrived from Talian?"

A monk from the Blue Key Monastery.

A certain letter had arrived for Takarion, the 'Golden Finger'.

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Takarion, who dreamed of becoming Ian's biographer someday, was imprisoned in the monastery again, writing with a dying face.

"Why is Brother Takarion's door open? Didn't I tell you to nail it shut?"

"Well... An important letter came from far away..."

Abbot Renis tilted his head at the wide open door.

He had locked Takarion in a small room after he returned.

The reason was simple.

"Ah! I have no inspiration to write! I need to go see Brother Ian's face!"

"What, you're going on another trip? Then when are you going to publish the next gospel?"

"That's not my problem!"

"Brother Takarion!"

Takarion was suffering from the common writer's agony.

It was the pain arising from the difference between 'what I want to write and what I have to write.'

After his northern journey, Takarion had developed a serious curiosity about the wizard Ian.

Where and how he spent his childhood, how he became a wizard, how his current personality was formed, and so on.

'I'm curious! I want to know!'

Like any writer worth their salt, Takarion had an obsessive side that fixated on useless details.

His heart was already crying out to start research as a biographer.

But in reality, his body was trapped in the monastery, forced to write a sequel to the gospel!

"Argh! No fun! This is no fun! This is... this is garbage!"

"Come now, calm down Takarion! What's the problem now?"

"There's no passion in the writing! This... this is trash!"

Takarion shouted, throwing a wad of papers.

When forced to write a sequel while wanting to write Ian's biography, there was no way he could be efficient.

Ian wants a sequel to Takarion's work too?

Who gives a sh*t.

Writers are selfish creatures after all.

No matter how much money readers throw at them yelling "Hurry up and write that awesome gay erotica about Periyasus with your incredible writing skills!", if they don't feel like it, they can't write a single word.

"I'm going! To Baron Talian's domain!"

To Takarion's question, Isilla said with a smile.

"Praise the Pope's wisdom, and extol the divine work carried out in Talian."

"...! I understand!"

Isilla and Takarion busily wrote to help Ian.

And a few days later.

"Your Holiness."

In the Papal States, far to the south of the Empire.

Sir Leshach, the Pope's knight, returned and presented the Pope with an armful of letters he had received en route.

"What is this?"

"Letters addressed to the Papal Curia."

Sir Leshach handed the Pope one letter.

It bore a seal in the shape of a key.

The Pope immediately recognized that seal.

"Oh. This is from Isilla?"

"That's right."

Monk Isilla.

He was a monk respected by the masses and an old friend of Cardinal Teranos.

"What could have prompted him to write?"

The Pope set aside the nobles' letters and naturally opened Isilla's letter first.

"Hmm..."

The Pope quickly grasped the contents of the letter.

'A black dragon. Conflict. And a miracle...'

All situations beneficial to the Church of Heaven's Faith's Faith.

'We must not let the Araz Duchy become a conflict zone.'

The frequent appearances of black wizards in the southern Empire were already giving him a headache.

If the Araz Duchy became a conflict zone, black wizards might try to expand their influence.

"Leshach. What about these?"

"Letters sent by the nobles of Araz, Your Holiness."

Next, the Pope read the nobles' petitions.

They wanted to crush some guy who looked like a black wizard named Ian.

'This is troublesome.'

It wasn't a good look for a religious leader to allow nobles to fight amongst themselves while a black dragon was wreaking havoc.

This was the northern Empire, beyond the Pope's reach anyway.

If he could scold the nobles with a few words and establish the Church's authority, it would be a profitable gain with little investment.

The more the Church of Heaven's Faith's Faith's image improved, the greater the Pope's authority would grow.

Without much deliberation, the Pope took Ian's side.

"Leshach. Inform the priests. The Pope is very pleased with the miracle that occurred in Talian, and it is undoubtedly the work of God."

"It shall be done, Your Holiness."

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"Ian! Ian! Did you hear the rumors?"

"What rumors?"

Ian, who had been checking on food and population stats, looked at the suddenly boisterous Lucy with a sour expression.

Hold on. Weren't you the domain lord here?

In fantasy novels, lords are always drowning in mountains of paperwork.

How come our Lucy is so carefree despite being a countess...?

"People are calling me the blessed countess!"

"What?"

"And Ian, you've become super famous? They're calling you the miracle wizard!"

"???"

Ian was genuinely curious what kind of crazy talk Lucy had been hearing.

And when Ian stepped out into the streets-

"Wow! It's Lord Ian!"

"The miracle wizard! Ian!"

"Oh saint of coffee!"

He nearly lost his mind at the deafening cheers of the people.

Miracle wizard, fine, but-

Saint of coffee? Which moron spread that kind of rumor-

"Just one person. Come out and explain what the hell is going on."

Then one scruffy commoner jumped out and shouted.

"The story of [The Miracle of Talian] is incredibly popular right now! Lord Wizard!"

"... What's that?"

Ian was dumbfounded.

Come on, this is Talian. How can there be a story going around that the people of Talian don't know about?

"Well, it's a tale spread by a monk named Takarion!"

That bastard...!

Ian blankly stared up at the sky.

Above the clouds, he could almost see Takarion's face laughing "Hahaha~".

[Shala~! Ian! My soul brother~!]

'...'

Ian couldn't bring himself to get angry.

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