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Space-ti wizards are the most peculiar wizards in the Empire.
In the past, during the Golden Empire era.
They were called "prophets," and they pursued their own businesses without sharing their magical visions.
Like other wizards, they would attach themselves to nobles, lending their magical powers in exchange for rewards.
However, unlike ordinary wizards, prophets were not very popular.
The reason was quite simple...
The prophecies of prophets rarely ca true.
If a prophet predicted, "It will definitely rain heavily tomorrow!" then,
The next day, the chance of heavy rain was roughly 50%.
With such a low accuracy rate, the nobles thought the prophets were either frauds or fools.
‘It's sunny, what's going on?’
‘Strange? This shouldn't be happening...’
Bad-tempered nobles would beat and chase away the prophets, while the kinder ones would smile on the outside but curse the worthlessness of the prophecy behind their backs.
At the ti, the prophets did not understand what was wrong.
They just thought it was incredibly difficult to read the rapidly changing flow of fate.
But one day, by chance, a prophet developed a theory...
‘Wait a minute... Is soone else interfering with my prophecy?’
Like-minded prophets reviewed this theory and conducted experints to prove it.
They agreed to make the sa prophecy together.
The result was astonishing...
The success rate of their prophecies skyrocketed!
‘Damn, it's true!’
‘... We were interfering with each other's prophecies.’
The prophets had an epiphany.
If space-ti wizards simultaneously predicted, "It will rain tomorrow!" and, "It will not rain tomorrow!"
Then inevitably, the accuracy rate was 50%. One of them had to be wrong.
But what if the number of prophets increased?
The success rate of the prophecies would significantly rise.
‘Instead of this, let's gather all the other prophets!’
‘If 100 prophets foresee one event, we will surely be able to know the exact future!’
The prophets were drawn to form a single group by so inevitable flow.
That was the Space-Ti Wizards Council.
The information discovered at the Space-Ti Wizards Council was truly astonishing.
They could accurately predict the future of the continent!
It was the result of nurous prophets foretelling one future without any interference.
‘... The fall of the Golden Empire! The Empire will soon fall!’
‘This can't be... We must inform everyone!’
The space-ti wizards inford the emperor and the nobles of the council's prophecy.
The emperor and nobles were startled and put more effort into governing...
As a result.
The Golden Empire avoided its downfall.
‘??? It's not falling. You frauds!’
The funny thing was that because the prophecy was revealed, it turned out to be wrong.
The space-ti wizards warned of the Golden Empire's fall, and the frightened emperor and nobles worked harder than usual.
As a result, the future changed.
The empire's downfall was postponed.
‘No, it definitely said it would fall...?’
‘Ugh! You frauds!’
The problem was with those who believed the prophecy seriously and prepared for the empire's downfall!
So people disposed of all their property, and others voluntarily beca vampires.
But those people got seriously screwed!
‘This is driving crazy...’
‘If we reveal the prophecy, the future changes, making it a false prophecy. If we don't reveal it, there's no point in having foreseen it...’
It was the chronic problem with foreseeing.
The space-ti wizards seriously pondered.
Was there no way to overco this paradox?
As a result of deep contemplation, the space-ti wizards agreed to keep their prophecies to themselves.
If the historical flow was truly significant, they would spread the word to change the future.
Otherwise, they decided to let events unfold naturally.
‘... But shouldn't we change this future?’
‘Why would you change it?’
‘It seems better to change it!’
‘What a fool! Leave that future alone!’
However, despite their words, the space-ti wizards wanted to intervene in both big and small futures.
They debated over what constituted a 'better future.'
As a result, the Space-Ti Wizards Council beca their own exclusive league.
They whispered among themselves about the future, deciding what to change and what not to.
The Space-Ti Wizards Council beca a separate world, detached from reality.
‘Huh? Space-ti wizards? Those sneaky guys who mutter among themselves?’
Since the content of the council was shared only internally, people outside had no idea what the space-ti wizards were up to.
Strict secrecy had the advantage of preserving the future intact.
But it also had one fatal flaw...
‘Chairman! We're out of barley!’
‘It's unfortunate, but we can eat oats!’
‘We ran out of oats long ago! And I knew three months ago that we'd run out of barley!’
‘... So what!’
The space-ti wizards had no money...
They could foresee the future, but once they spoke of it, the prophecy beca unstable and more likely to be wrong.
Therefore, they only revealed their prophecies at crucial monts and could only occasionally receive rewards.
The dire economic system of this dieval fantasy world was not robust enough to support a shadowy organization...
No one on the continent knew the true nature of the Space-Ti Wizards Council.
Because no one knew, it was difficult to make money!
‘Hey, can you lend us so wheat?’
‘Haah. Those sneaky space-ti wizards are back.’
So the Space-Ti Wizards Council borrowed money from other wizards.
‘Ahem. We provide critical information at decisive monts...!’
‘Yeah, yeah. Sure, you do.’
Being fellow wizards, the imperial wizards fed the pitiful space-ti wizards...
Fortunately, the space-ti wizards had another peculiar talent besides [future foresight].
It was [spatial teleportation].
‘Hey, space-ti wizard! Deliver this letter to Duke Araz!’
‘Yep! I'll teleport it right over!’
That's right.
The letters that modern people click to send via smartphones...
The space-ti wizards delivered them in person, traversing space!
“...”
Ian was montarily dumbfounded after hearing the whole story.
What? Aren't they supposed to be a group that foresees the future?
Shouldn't they be manipulating the world and concocting evil sches?
But in reality, their job was like that of a courier or a postal service worker.
“You say space-ti wizards foresee the future? Don't they try to conquer the world with that knowledge?”
Gerard chuckled at Ian's question.
He must have thought Ian's question was a joke.
“As you said, space-ti wizards see the future.”
“And?”
“Ian, don't you think space-ti wizards have foreseen a future where they attempt to conquer the world?”
“...”
“I'll leave it at that.”
Oh.
They must have already foreseen it...
There was a reason space-ti wizards resorted to side jobs like couriers to make a living.
“So, you ca here to run an errand.”
Gerard nodded gloomily.
Space-ti wizards were still wizards.
They enjoyed researching magic and honing their skills, not running errands for others.
“So, what is this errand?”
Gerard replied in a businesslike tone.
"There is a domain far to the southwest from here, owned by soone nad Baron Vincents."
The voice was dry, but the content was shocking.
“There, a wizard nad Inglan Kate is being held captive.”
“...?”
Ian tilted his head at the oddly familiar na.
Inglan... Inglan...
“The university professor?”
“You know him. Yes, he is a professor of photon magic at Dranheim Magic University.”
Ian’s mouth dropped open.
He rembered everything.
Inglan!
That bastard who was caught grave robbing!
In the past, when he visited Baron Talian’s tomb, Inglan was there, robbing the baron’s treasure with other grave robbers.
Ian rembered catching him and negotiating a ransom before releasing him...
And now he’s been captured by so Baron Vincents?
What is he, Princess Peach? Is his hobby getting kidnapped?
“Did he get caught grave robbing again?”
“Grave robbing?”
“Inglan was caught robbing Lucy’s ancestor’s grave before... Didn’t you know?”
When Ian spoke sarcastically, Gerard felt wronged.
“How could I know such a thing?”
“You’re a space-ti wizard.”
“... A space-ti wizard is not God.”
Ian mumbled, “How can a space-ti wizard not know that?” which infuriated Gerard.
Space-ti wizards are human too! Human!
“This incident happened due to Baron Vincents acting on his own.”
“Acting on his own?”
It ant Inglan wasn’t to bla.
“Baron Vincents refused [Calling a Wizard].”
“...!”
Gerard briefly explained.
University professor Inglan Kate, like Ian, traveled the empire seeking magic and mysteries.
When Inglan ran out of travel funds, he sought out Baron Vincents.
Inglan’s reason for visiting Baron Vincents was simple: the baron was a young noble.
Young nobles, who had just beco aristocrats, didn’t know how to treat wizards properly.
Inglan aid to exploit that.
By asserting the wizard’s authority, he hoped to shock the baron into handing over wealth!
Experienced old nobles knew how to [properly] treat wizards, but young nobles didn’t.
In short...
Inglan visited Baron Vincents to take advantage of him!
“Now I really don’t want to go.”
“You're honest, Ian.”
Ian clicked his tongue.
So, he got into trouble over money? What a consistent person.
But Ian soon shook his head.
Gerard had already said Inglan was innocent.
He wasn’t captured for scheming.
“Professor Inglan tried to follow the proper procedure of [Calling a Wizard]. But Baron Vincents captured him and imprisoned him in the tower.”
“...”
Ian thought for a mont.
There’s no way Baron Vincents could be a mind reader and saw through Inglan’s dark thoughts.
Even if he did, he should have followed [Calling a Wizard] first.
[Calling a Wizard] is a courtesy between nobles and wizards.
The side that doesn't follow this etiquette inevitably suffers a hit to their reputation.
But for a noble to refuse [Calling a Wizard] first...
‘Sothing's up.’
Ian suspected that Baron Vincents had so kind of sche.
A sche sinister enough to endure the wrath of a wizard.
... But then he tilted his head.
‘Is there... sothing?’
Given this dieval fantasy world where common sense was practically dead, he was used to outrageous things happening.
Maybe Baron Vincents was just a dumbass who made a ridiculous mistake?
He’s a young noble. He might not know much about wizards.
“So, Ian. I want you to investigate Baron Vincents’ territory.”
“?”
“I didn’t think you’d be busy. Am I wrong?”
Gerard said with a blank expression.
That man. He definitely spied on Ian’s future and ca looking for him. What a sneaky space-ti wizard.
“I’m not sure if I can handle the investigation with my skills. How about finding another wizard?”
“Other space-ti wizards are already reaching out. I ca to you.”
Ian whistled softly.
A noble ignored [Calling a Wizard], and already space-ti wizards were bustling about, summoning the empire’s wizards.
With such unity and decisiveness, it's no wonder nobles couldn’t ignore wizards who lacked their own territories.
“I’m not sure how helpful I can be.”
Ian spoke politely.
'I don't want to do it, can't you go without ~'
Gerard’s lips curled into a slight smile.
When this normally expressionless man forced a smile, he looked less human and more like a vampire.
“Then there’s no choice. But Eredith will be disappointed.”
“...”
Damn. Using my teacher. That’s low.
Ian had sowhat expected this.
Visiting a noble who refused [Calling a Wizard]...
This was about protecting the rights of wizards, not about seeking personal gain.
Ian was a traditional wizard with a famous ntor.
This wasn’t a situation he could just brush off out of laziness.
“No. Damn it, I’ll go.”
Gerard nodded as if he expected this.
“Then, I look forward to good results.”
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