Magic Is Learned For Nothing [EN]: Chapter 10

# 10

Ignorance Is Bliss 1

“Master, stop. He’s going to die.”

Mark’s voice echoed in my head.

Only then did Legion halt his assault. His forehead was smeared with blood—not his own, but that of his cousin beneath him.

His cousin, who was worse than a stranger.

“To be honest, I wouldn’t care if he died.”

“Come on, you can’t mean that, can you?”

That bastard’s father killed my father. I have no concrete evidence, but I suspect it. If it wasn’t him, my father and mother couldn’t have died that day, like that.

I didn’t cry at the funeral.

I was afraid of the loneliness of having to live in the world alone, but I endured it steadfastly.

After that, I became the lord, but I had no real power.

My uncle stole all his power. Just take what you’re given. Why? Because you’re incompetent, he said.

I became increasingly lonely.

Enemies are enemies anyway. What good is it to keep them alive? Either way, they die. So, I should kill as many as I can when I have the chance.

Legion looked at Zenon and cocked his head back, ready to deliver the final blow.

One blow would smash Zenon’s head.

“Master, that’s not a good idea. If you kill that boy now, your uncle will use it as an excuse to take away your authority as lord. I guarantee you’ll never see the sunlight again. There’s a 97 percent chance of that.”

Then what should I do?

“Hide your claws for now. You need to buy time. Again, my words are truth and reality. Believe!”

Buy time? What can I do with it?

“Master is in the beginner stage of magic, but you’re growing faster than expected. Your current overall combat power is 35. You can increase it to 100 in a week.”

What level of skill is overall combat power 100?

“A swordsman who can use a sword skillfully. Master will have the ability to protect at least himself. So, let go of your greed.”

To become skilled enough to fight my uncle?

“At least a year. It will take four months to face the magician named Perring.”

Four months, huh.

To be honest, it doesn’t make sense to catch up with Perring, who has lived as a magician all his life, in just four months.

Is that really possible?

“You have to be lucky. So, please follow my instructions.”

Okay. I’ll back down for now.

Legion stood on Zenon’s stomach. Zenon, whose face was completely ruined and unconscious, twitched slightly but did not wake up.

Legion looked at Rohas, who was trembling.

“Rohas.”

“Yes? Yes, Lord.”

“Heal this guy. Just put some medicine on him and bandage him up. If he whines about being in pain, kick him out to my uncle’s territory.”

“M-Me?”

Rohas was startled and flinched.

Even if a nobleman whines, a servant like him can’t kick him out. Maybe Zenon, when he wakes up, will take it out on him.

“You look scared. Okay. Then take him to the village temple and just come back. They know his face, so they’ll take care of it.”

“Is that all I have to do?”

“Yes, that’s all.”

“Th-Thank you.”

Rohas picked up the fallen Zenon. He was tall, but he wasn’t fully grown yet, so he wasn’t that heavy. He groaned and headed to the village temple with Zenon.

“Heartbeat is fast and mana formation is very unstable. In an excited state. I recommend drinking a glass of cold water to calm down,” Mark said calmly.

“I’m fucking pissed right now.”

“There’s nothing good about losing your temper.”

“I know. That’s why… I’m going to do what I want from now on.”

“What?”

“Just shut up and follow me.”

“What are you going to do?”

Legion didn’t answer.

Looking at Legion, Mark thought something big had happened.

He already has a bad temper, but when his intelligence drops, he becomes stubborn. He’s not talking. If he doesn’t find a way to raise his intelligence quickly, he might end up stirring things up and getting himself killed in one shot.

Intelligence 1.

Strength is max level.

What’s the difference between releasing a dinosaur into the world?

* * *

The place Legion found was the village tavern.

“Why here?” Mark asked.

“I’m going to find those bastards.”

“Those bastards?”

“Yeah, the bastards who tried to kill me.”

“Assassin?”

“That’s right. Even this small territory has a guild. They even have an assassin guild. It’s just a fancy name for an assassin guild. They’re just unskilled, low-level hitmen.”

“Do you know them?”

“Of course. They’re so rampant in the village.”

“Thugs?”

“Probably.”

“Why have you left them alone until now, knowing that?”

“Because I don’t have any knights to help me. I don’t have any soldiers either. They’re all on my uncle’s side. These guys too.”

“Now that you have the power, you’re going to hit them?”

“No, it’s not because I have the power.”

“Then?”

“I don’t want to hold back.”

“I don’t understand what you mean by not wanting to hold back. No matter how you look at it, Master is at a disadvantage. If you hold back a little longer, you can wipe them out all at once. Master will be strong enough. Why do you have to pick a fight with them now, at this point, taking the risk?”

“Because I’m a man.”

“Man?”

“Yeah, this is me.”

“Not cool at all.”

“Shut up!”

Legion opened the door of the tavern. The joints of the wood creaked loudly as it opened.

As the door opened, the tavern owner turned his head and looked at Legion. He was a man with a thick beard and a waist as thick as a drum.

“Lord?”

He seemed surprised that Legion had appeared in the tavern. He tilted his head without showing any respect.

Legion doesn’t care about that.

He turned his head and looked around the tavern. Even though it was daytime, half of the tables were occupied. In spring, summer, and fall, the tavern is usually quiet because of the harvesting of crops.

But in winter, most of the farmers who have nothing to do spend their time in places like this.

They glanced at Legion with blurry eyes and then turned their heads away. They must have mistaken Legion for some kid in the neighborhood. They didn’t think that the lord, who was rumored to be crazy, would come to the tavern in the middle of the day.

Legion’s gaze stopped at one place.

The corner of the tavern.

Two men were drunk. They were from the Assassin Guild. They tattoo their shoulders with a bizarre pattern—a strange tattoo with pi (π) inside a round sun. Thanks to that tattoo, everyone in the neighborhood knows that they are assassins.

I don’t know if they’re assassins or just neighborhood thugs.

Legion strode towards the assassins.

The assassins looked at Legion with blurry eyes. Legion’s height and the height of the sitting assassins were similar. Their eye levels match.

The bearded one propped his chin on his palm and asked.

“What is it? Kid.”

“Where’s Gibbs?”

“Gibbs?”

The focus returned to the assassins’ blurry eyes.

Even if they are insignificant assassins, they feel something is wrong when the name of the guild leader comes out of the mouth of a child like this.

“Where did you hear that name?”

The bearded assassin took his hand off his chin and asked.

“I’m only going to ask one more time. Where’s Gibbs?”

“Why are you looking for Gibbs?”

“To tear his mouth apart. And I clearly said it.”

Legion grabbed the mouth of the bottle on the table.

And he struck the bearded assassin’s head. Crack! The sound rang out and shards of glass flew everywhere.

The shocked assassin fell forward.

Without missing the opportunity, Legion smashed his forehead into the back of his head as if hammering it.

Bang bang bang~!

The people in the tavern unconsciously wrapped their arms around their bodies.

Clearly, something was breaking…

The assassin who was headbutted bounced off the floor. He foamed at the mouth and trembled as he collapsed.

“What the, what the hell are you doing!”

The skinny assassin jumped up from his seat.

He pulled out the dagger he was wearing on his waist.

“Where’s Gibbs? If you tell me, I’ll just go.”

“You crazy bastard. What are you talking about!”

The skinny assassin swung his dagger.

Clang!

The skinny assassin was startled and stepped back.

“What, what are you…”

Legion blocked the assassin’s dagger with his head. And he chewed it, ‘crunch, crunch’.

“N-No way.”

The assassin shouted in shock.

“Iron Head experience has increased by 15.”

Letters were printed on Legion’s retina.

“Phew, that’s a relief,” Mark sighed.

“If he keeps eating steel like that, the Iron Head passive skill will level up again. Legion doesn’t know that his intelligence is 80 right now. If he finds out, wouldn’t he grab the back of his neck and collapse?”

It was only a matter of time before he leveled up.

I have to solve this problem quickly, but this is a big deal.

Intelligence 1.

Strength is max level.

“You crazy bastard.”

The assassin pulled out a long sword this time and swung it mercilessly.

But-

Crunch, crunch.

Again, he was caught by Legion and eaten.

“Ah! No!”

“Iron Head experience has increased by 17. Remaining experience until the next promotion is 45.”

“Master! Don’t eat steel! Don’t you know that if you keep eating steel, your intelligence will drop? If you’re stupid, just shut up and listen to me,” Mark shouted.

My ears are ringing. Don’t shout so loud. Okay. I got it.

Legion replied. He was also shocked by the fact that he only had 45 experience left. He didn’t want to lower his intelligence any further.

Let’s stop eating steel now.

The skinny assassin was trembling.

He had never seen anyone eat a sword in his life. What the hell is this guy?

Legion slammed his head into the thick log table.

Kwaang!

The table split in one headbutt.

“Damn it, I’m only going to ask one more time. Where’s Gibbs? If you don’t answer this time, I’ll headbutt your two balls.”

At Legion’s brutal words, all the men in the tavern covered their lower bodies with both hands.