# 11
Ignorance is Bliss 2
Legion swung his head indiscriminately.
He now realized that his head was most helpful in a fight. His head was stronger than a fist. Nothing could withstand a single headbutt.
My neck hurts a bit.
-Overall combat power has increased to 37.
The strange skill leveled up quickly, but his overall combat power only increased by 2, even after defeating five people. How stingy.
At this rate, when will I ever exceed 100?
Legion looked around. Despite its grand name, the Assassin Guild didn’t seem to have more than twenty members. Five of them were already on their way to the afterlife, thanks to him. Two were taken down in the tavern.
Currently, there are five people collapsed here.
The remaining people are Guild Leader Gibbs and one assassin hiding in the walls.
Idiot, you’re completely visible.
-Master’s movements have become more than twice as fast. This is a big problem. He can’t use the magic he learned and is better at headbutting than a martial artist.
Legion let out a hollow laugh at Mark’s words.
He was right. He hadn’t used magic even once since coming here. He’s been headbutting everything using only the Iron Head passive skill.
Actually, he wasn’t doing it alone.
It was thanks to Mark, who was monitoring the surroundings and guiding him about those who were rushing in, being pushed back, or ambushing.
-An assassin is coming from behind.
Behind?
-Ugh. Don’t ask, just pay attention to your back. Hey! Hey! Master. There’s a knife coming from behind.
Hey, is that a protest?
-Then respond to me promptly. You’re so slow.
I’m not slow.
Legion didn’t dodge the incoming knife. He just put his head in the way.
The assassin, who was trying to stab him with the knife, looked surprised instead.
He was even more surprised.
Clang!
The knife bounced off his skull.
The assassin looked back and forth between the knife and Legion with a dumbfounded expression. He touched his blade with one hand, as if wondering if the knife had been switched.
“Shit.”
A curse escaped his lips.
The finger that touched the blade was cut. It was cut quite deeply, and blood dripped down. He always made sure to sharpen his blade well…
Idiot, I can see why you’d curse.
Legion quickly approached the assassin. The assassin blindly thrust his knife. Legion lightly bit the blade, crunching and swallowing it down his throat.
-Iron Head experience has increased by 9. Not much left until level up.
The message appeared in his vision.
-Hey, you, bird-brained Master! I told you not to dismantle steel-type metals!
Sorry, I keep forgetting. But bird-brained? How dare you call your master bird-brained?
-Yeah, YOU! YOU! I may not have been powered on for long, but you’re the dumbest human I’ve ever seen. How many times do I have to tell you!
Ugh, that really pisses me off. If you keep talking recklessly, you’ll be in trouble.
-Stop talking nonsense and never eat steel-type metals until I allow it.
That’s that, and you’re really not going to get away with this.
-Oh, really?
Legion strangled himself. He pressed his thumbs tightly on his carotid arteries and jugular veins. Legion’s face quickly turned red. The blood vessels in his eyes looked like they would burst out at any moment.
Isn’t it painful?
-Ugh, what about you?
Shit, why is it painful for me too?
-I really can’t live like this. I must raise this guy’s intelligence. I’m going to die like this. Release this quickly! This is suicide!
I agree. This is a suicidal act.
Legion released his hands that were strangling his neck.
“Hah, hah, hah, hah.”
He breathed roughly.
He hadn’t shed a single drop of sweat on his forehead while turning the Assassin Guild upside down, but he almost collapsed after putting on a one-man show.
The assassin who had been watching the scene a moment ago had a dumbfounded expression. Then, as if something came to mind, he said to Legion.
“That crazy lord?”
“Hah, hah, I’m not crazy.”
The assassin frowned.
No matter how he looked at it, he was definitely crazy. The problem was that the crazy lord was no ordinary person. How could he have such a hard head? He couldn’t think of a way to stop it.
“Completely insane.”
“I said I’m not crazy! Damn it!”
Legion jumped up.
Thanks to Mark’s steady increase in overall combat power, his stamina and strength had improved considerably. A distance that he couldn’t reach before was now within a single step.
The terrified assassin tried to back away, but the inside of the building was too narrow. His back hit the wall. The assassin’s face was severely contorted.
“Shit.”
Legion’s headbutt landed squarely on the assassin’s face.
Crack!
It was an enormous impact.
The assassin broke through the wall and was thrown outside. The assassin, who had been thrown far away and collapsed, could only twitch like a bug and couldn’t get up.
Now, all that’s left is-
“Just you.”
Legion looked at Guild Leader Gibbs, who was sitting in his office with a horrified expression.
Gibbs swallowed hard.
When someone first said that the guild had been attacked, he scoffed. He was under the protection of Baron Julian.
Who would attack him in this territory?
But when he looked closely at the opponent, he was a kid he had seen somewhere.
“The lord?”
This was the most absurd thing he had ever experienced in his life.
The lord came to ‘fuck up’ the Assassin Guild alone, without any escort knights. And his subordinates were utterly destroyed by that lord.
It didn’t make sense.
Not to mention, two days ago, the subordinates who went to assassinate the lord went missing. How much was he scolded by Perring for failing the assassination?
“If you fail one more time, I’ll take your head.”
That bastard was threatening him.
So he was about to take matters into his own hands. If he stepped in, it was clear that a somewhat crazy young lord would be finished in an instant. But…
That lord came to him.
More than anything-
Why is he so strong?
He doesn’t have any particularly great movements. Rather, he’s a bit ordinary… but that head, it’s really damn hard.
A head that blocks even a knife.
He had never seen anything like it. He heard that some monks in the north practiced something called Iron Head, but is that it? But if you master Iron Head, can you even chew iron? He didn’t know.
Gibbs grabbed the dagger that was in his desk.
He had already confirmed that a sword couldn’t pierce the lord’s head. But this dagger was on a different level from his subordinates’ shabby knives.
It was a magic dagger that he had prepared by paying a whopping 100 gold to a magic merchant. It was enchanted with wind magic. The magic merchant handed the magic dagger to Gibbs and said.
-Wind is not something to be calculated, but to be overcome.
What a wonderful saying.
Since then, Gibbs had never taken the magic dagger out of his possession. Even when he spent intimate nights with his wife, he always kept the magic dagger next to him.
It was a magic dagger that he had cherished so much.
Alright, let’s unveil this dagger today!
“You bastard!”
Gibbs quickly swung the magic dagger at Legion, who was approaching.
An invisible blade of wind cut through the air and flew towards Legion.
Sensing the strange feeling, Legion put his head in the way.
Crack!
The blade of wind cut through the middle of Legion’s hair and collided with his skull.
And then it disappeared.
“W-what?”
Gibbs couldn’t believe it. The wind magic couldn’t pierce that head? It’s not some kind of absolute defense magic!
He gritted his teeth and swung the magic dagger several more times.
The blades of wind collided with Legion’s head and disappeared powerlessly.
“N-no way.”
Gibbs trembled and backed away.
He swung the magic dagger, swish, swish. The blades of wind no longer shot out, as if he had used up all the charged mana.
Legion was just as shocked.
“M-m-my hair.”
He reached out and touched his head. His hair had been cut off in clumps by the magic that bastard used.
He glanced at the mirror hanging in the office.
A bald lord?
Hair that was torn and cut here and there. There’s no solution. He had no choice but to shave his head.
That son of a bitch.
Legion threw himself at Gibbs. Gibbs resisted by swinging the magic dagger, but he couldn’t withstand Legion’s head. The magic dagger was snatched away, and he was headbutted in the face.
“Kuaaaak!”
His nose was crushed in just one blow.
He had never experienced such a great shock in his life. It was an enormous impact, as if a huge carriage had come running and collided head-on with his face.
He grabbed his face and fell on his butt.
Legion stepped on Gibbs’ neck. He pressed down hard, as if he would break it at any moment!
“Kuh-huh-huh-heuk. Why, why are you doing this?”
Gibbs barely opened his mouth. It was difficult to breathe, his pupils dilated, and his eyes were bloodshot.
“Why are you doing this?”
Legion twisted his lips. Do you really not know?
“W-we’re… the Assassin Guild. If the client… wants it… we can’t help it.”
“Don’t talk that bullshit. I know you guys are cleaning up Baron Julian’s shit. Do you know who I am?”
At Legion’s words, Gibbs nodded faintly.
“Do I look like an idiot to you?”
He looked like a crazy person, but Gibbs wasn’t stupid enough to say that honestly in the current situation.
“N-no.”
“From now on, I’m going to make a deal with you.”
“A d-deal?”
“All of you come under me.”
“U-under the lord?”
“Yes, no resistance allowed. If you say you don’t like it here, I’ll kill you all.”
Legion smiled coldly.
“H-but if we do that, we’ll… be massacred tomorrow.”
Gibbs’ face turned pale.
“It might not be tomorrow, it could be today.”
“L-lord…”
“Why? You don’t like it?”
“N-no… it’s not that I don’t like it.”
“Then?”
“Either way, we’re going to die, aren’t we? Then, Lord… you have to give us a way to live.”
Legion thought for a moment. He was right. It was true that it wouldn’t make a difference to this guy whether he died today or tomorrow. That was clear.
Then what should he do?
He couldn’t tell him to keep sticking to his uncle.
-Hey, you’re really an idiot? Just tell them to stick around and report what they’re told to do.”
Ah!
“Listen carefully.”
“Yes, yes, please speak.”
Gibbs said, bowing his head.
“Don’t even think about doing anything to me in the future. And if Baron Julian tells you to do anything, report it to me first. If you mess around even a little bit, you won’t be able to die peacefully.”
Gibbs’ mind raced.
His mind had never raced so fast in his life. He already knew well enough that he was on the verge of life and death.
However, the lord who was rumored to be crazy didn’t seem to be crazy at all. He had been hiding his claws until now. Either way, he would die, so shouldn’t he try to get out of this situation first?
That way, he could stick to either side, right?
In that respect, the method proposed by the lord was the safest.
He would help this side without revealing it to the other side. The lord wasn’t stupid, so he wouldn’t tell the baron that he had joined hands with him, right? If he kept a foot in both camps like this, maybe some crumbs would fall.
Alright.
Gibbs made a decision.
“I will follow the lord’s words.”
Legion chuckled and released his foot.
Gibbs got up, grabbing his neck. He kept stroking it with his palm, as if his neck hurt.
“Good. Then I’ll grant you what you want.”
“R-really? Actually, I’m not that greedy…”
It was the moment he was about to listen to Gibbs’ words.
-Six PM. Exactly six PM. Starting bowel movement.
The letters floated in his vision.
Legion’s face turned white. What the hell!
Seeing Legion’s suddenly changed expression, Gibbs tilted his head.
“Your complexion has suddenly worsened.”
“Ah, it’s nothing. Where was I?”
“What I want is…”
Gurgle, gurgle.
What the hell.
His stomach was in turmoil. It was shaking violently. He squeezed his butthole tight. Hold on. Just hold on a little longer. We’re in the middle of a contract!
-It is harmful to the body to hold back bowel movements.
What the hell is that supposed to mean!
Gurgle, gurgle.
“Your complexion is getting worse and worse.”
Gibbs asked with a puzzled expression.
“W-where’s the bathroom?”
Legion shouted urgently.