TL/Editor: raei
Status: 5/week mon-fri
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Salvador's appearance brought Ian back to his senses.
"If you do that shit anywhere else, you'll be in big trouble. Got it?"
"Ah, I understand, Ian!"
Ian felt a bit sorry for the shrunken knights, but he had to speak firmly.
Imagine if this rumor spread and reached the ears of medieval doctors (read: quacks).
They'd be like, 'What? Boiled spoon water is good for patients? I must try it right away!' and happily start their examinations.
Touting it as the latest treatment method created by a famous wizard~
It's a comedy from afar, but a tragedy up close.
If a truly sick person received the 'spoon treatment' and missed their golden time, how frustrating would that be?
After warning the knights several times, Ian entered Salvador's sickroom.
For the patient's peace, Ian was the only visitor.
"How are you feeling?"
"My whole body aches like hell. I'm definitely getting old."
You're just realizing that now, old man?
Ian almost said, but held back~
He smiled at Salvador's brazen level of frankness.
"I brought some books in case you get bored while resting."
Ian handed over Takarion's Gospel that he'd brought in advance.
It was the most entertaining book Ian knew, a light novel disguised as a religious text.
"Oh! Volume 4! I was just needing this!"
"..."
That old man Salvador doesn't even bother hiding that he reads Takarion's books anymore.
He must have been reading the Gospel(?) until just now, as an open book lay on the bed.
"Thanks for coming, Ian my boy."
Salvador offered him a seat.
Ian sat down, observing Salvador slightly.
His eyes were still lively, but his haggard face and body were particularly noticeable.
People usually look older when they're sick.
Salvador, who was already at an age where he could go any day, really looked like an old man his age now.
Monster hunting might be too much for him from now on.
"Old man. What are you going to do now?"
"You mean my plans?"
Salvador closed his eyes briefly, then opened them.
"I'm not sure."
"What?"
"I might go back to my hometown and spend my days watching my grandchildren play. Or I might recover and continue the holy war."
Salvador's words about continuing to hunt monsters didn't surprise Ian.
People don't change easily, and old people even less so.
Can someone who's spent their whole life swinging a sword put it down overnight?
Salvador probably won't let go of his sword until he dies.
He's unlikely to die comfortably in bed.
"Well. One thing's for sure, I can't follow the Knights of Santiago anymore."
"Have you discussed this with the knights?"
When Ian asked, Salvador grinned.
"Would those fellows let me go so easily? I'm taking this chance to part ways."
From the Knights of Santiago's perspective, they couldn't just discard Salvador, who had helped them all this time, like an old shoe.
Whether they liked it or not, they had to wait until Salvador recovered.
Salvador didn't want to see that.
It was probably the last bit of pride for the old man who had once been the spiritual pillar of the order.
'Leaving the order, huh...'
"What are you going to do from now on?"
This time Salvador asked the question.
Ian answered plainly.
"I'm thinking of going to university."
"Oh ho. To enroll?"
Ian tilted his head. It didn't seem grand enough to call it enrollment, did it?
"I want to interact with other wizards and study more deeply."
It was something he had felt several times while catching Predius.
Ian needed more magic.
If he was going to clash with the black wizards of the [Golden Rule Society], the more magic, the better.
"Indeed. It'll be good for you."
Salvador nodded.
Ian stared intently at the old Sword Master.
That guy's basically unemployed now anyway, right?
He's practically a patient, but still unemployed.
If he's going to recuperate anyway, why not rest in a university town?
"Sir Salvador. If you have nowhere to go, would you like to come to Dranheim with me?"
"To Dranheim? With you?"
The wizard who had come with a bunch of mercenaries was... Professor Inglan.
Ian was flabbergasted, but he asked anyway.
"Why are you here?"
"Oh ho! What kind of question is that! Of course I came to face the evil black dragon!"
Inglan shouted with such confidence.
Ian almost felt touched for a moment.
If only Predius hadn't already kicked the bucket.
"The black dragon."
"Yes, the black dragon!"
"It's dead."
"???"
Inglan asked back with a blank expression.
"... Already?"
Already, my ass.
Ian looked at Inglan with cold eyes.
"My master already came and helped. Predius is dead. There should be a corpse in that forest way over there."
"Ah! The forest!"
Inglan shouted as if he'd just remembered something.
"This is bad, Ian! There's a monster in the nearby forest!"
"A monster?"
"Yes! A terrifying drake! You said the black dragon is dead, right? It must be its underlings coming for revenge!"
"..."
"But don't worry! I, Inglan Kate! In the name of the Imperial University professor! Will stand by you till the end!"
Wow~ That's really reassuring~
There's no one like Professor~
If that had been Lucy instead of Inglan, Ian would have already given her a knock on the head.
Sigh. I'm only holding back because he's a professor, really.
"Don't worry about the drake. It's fine."
When Ian said that, the mercenary captain stepped forward.
"You're being too careless. We're reporting what we've personally scouted."
"That's right. I even paid you for your trouble!"
"... Give the money back."
At the demand to cough up the money, the mercenary captain reacted sensitively.
"No, there really is a drake!"
"I know that too!"
"And you're just going to leave it alone?"
"For fuck's sake, that drake is my friend!"
"???"
The explanation was so shocking that the mercenary captain's brain froze.
What... A pet drake? Raised in the backyard of the neighborhood?!
But soon he was dumbfounded.
As if a drake would be friends with a human!
Even if the other party was a wizard, say something that makes sense...
"Oh, I see!"
"?"
When Inglan chimed in, the mercenary captain looked at him like he was crazy.
And soon he got angry.
This wizard must be taking the other wizard's side because he wants his money back! (He's not)
"Friends with a drake! You'd better say you tamed it with magic...!"
"Tamed? Me, tame Longtail? No, you come with me for a sec."
Ian, who was already quite pissed off, took the mercenary captain to the forest.
"N-No... Wait a minute!"
"[Longtail!]"
When Ian shouted in the magic language, soon the ground shook and a huge beast appeared.
[Oh. Friend. Is it feeding time?]
"[This human isn't food. Let's have a drink later. More importantly, these guys are doubting our friendship.]"
Inglan marveled at Ian skillfully talking with the drake.
That fellow, he's really good at summoning!
At the same time, the mercenaries were amazed in a different sense.
Holy shit... What the hell is that?!
That wizard really summoned a drake!
"Grrrr...!"
As the massive drake growled, the mercenary captain screamed in terror.
"S-Spare me! I was wrong! Please, just my life!!!"
After fleeing from the drake, the mercenary captain immediately returned the fee to Inglan.
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