Magic Is Learned For Nothing [EN]: Chapter 72

Magic is Learned in Vain – Episode 72 (72/502)

# 72

Hienmu the Invincible 1

“Originally, he was just full of hot air… Ugh!”

Mart’s consciousness hurriedly took a trip out of his body and then came back in. He almost wandered around forever, not knowing where his physical home was.

Drip, drip, drip-

Blood streamed down Mart’s face.

His forehead was torn, and his nose was broken. It felt like half a dozen teeth had broken at once.

“Ugh, ugh, ugh.”

He trembled.

Mart is the eldest son of Count Lemon. His family owns a large territory that ranks within the top five in the county. Count Lemon’s biggest goal is to be promoted to a Marquis in the next generation.

To do that, he needs sufficient groundwork.

One of those cornerstones was his clever and handsome eldest son, Mart.

If Mart captures Beauty’s heart at this coming-of-age ceremony, promotion to Marquis is not just a dream.

Naturally, Count Lemon cherished Mart very much.

He doted on him. If he even got a thorn in his finger, he would rush over even if he was out of town. If Mart caught a cold, he would punish the nanny for it.

Mart also learned swordsmanship.

However, the knights, knowing how much Count Lemon favored him, couldn’t put Mart through hard training.

Always-

“Oh my, young master, you’re doing so well.”

“Oh my, young master, just keep doing that.”

“Oh my, young master, becoming a Sword Master is not just a dream. You might even be the first Sword Master in the territory,” they would say, flattering him.

Mart thought he would really become a Sword Master someday.

And now, blood was flowing from his face.

His face, which never had even a fingernail-sized scratch…

“Shut up. I didn’t even hit that hard.”

Legion frowned and said.

“You son of a bitch!”

Mart, his eyes rolling back, jumped up from his seat.

The table flipped over with a crash. Beauty and Laila screamed and backed away.

Mart drew the sword he was wearing at his waist.

It was a sword his father had given him. He heard that the scabbard alone cost over 1,000 gold to make.

It looked incredibly fancy.

The blade was also very sharp. This, too, was a custom-made product made by going directly to a master craftsman. It was a sword that could cut down humans without much effort.

He looked at the weapon that the gigolo-like bastard was holding.

It was a crude weapon with none of the dignity of a noble. Looking at it more closely, it was a staff.

He had never seen such an unfashionable staff.

A staff?

Then, is he a mage? Yes, he was a mage!

No wonder that gigolo attacked him with invisible magic. You bad bastard! No wonder he had no chivalry! But this is an act that cannot be tolerated.

“You cheated!”

Mart shouted with a lisp.

The distance between them was very short. At this distance, even the greatest mage would not be able to avoid his sword.

Mart thought so.

Even if magic were to be cast, it would be difficult to hit him at this short distance.

Mart quickly rushed toward Legion.

Pow!

Before Mart could even take two steps, he was hit in the face again by the staff that Legion swung down, and he collapsed. Even if he woke up, he wouldn’t know how he fell.

“You crazy bastard!”

Lonestar and Shuken moved at the same time.

At this moment, their movements were perfectly synchronized, as if they had been working together for a long time.

Legion smirked as he looked at them.

“You underestimate mages.”

His staff began to dance.

* * *

Crack, crack.

-Aaaagh! S, save me!

-It hurts, stop hitting me. Save me!

Dreyzer raised his head at the sudden screams.

The sound was coming from the second floor. He chuckled. *Of course.* Those are the kinds of guys who would have such rude people as escorts. You can tell what kind of people they are just by looking at one thing.

And the master eats at the same table with those guys?

Even a passing dog would laugh.

Dreyzer was 100 percent sure that this was what had happened.

So-

Crack, crack.

He loosened the joints of his stiff fingers.

Even if he beats these bastards like dogs, the master won’t say anything.

Dreyzer slowly scanned the knights.

*So, how do I cook this?* He had been quite stressed lately.

Getting hit by an ogre, getting scolded by a lich [a powerful undead magic-user].

Number Three, I really didn’t want to do it. There were even times when I thought it would be better to be a full-time servant than to live like this. Because they have a lot of personal time after work.

But Number One, Two, and Three.

They don’t even give us that. It’s really hard these days. Especially the bullying from Number One and Two made me feel so pathetic that I wondered if this was why I became an X Master.

Since when?

He had forgotten that he was Crazy Dreyzer.

He was just Dreyzer, Number Three of the Alexander family. But at this moment! The name he had forgotten was coming back to him.

“Hehehe…”

Dreyzer smiled lightly.

Thanks to you guys, I’m so happy today.

Swish.

The Fighting Dog drew his sword. His eyes narrowed.

They also knew that this was not a joke. The Fighting Dog looked at the Weasel that had fallen. His face was smashed. Blood was streaming down.

The impact must have been considerable.

The Fighting Dog took out a potion from his pocket and poured it on his face.

It was an expensive potion worth 10 gold, but he used it without hesitation. If the masters became friends, they would have to know each other for quite a long time. He thought it wouldn’t be bad to create a debt for him at this opportunity.

As the potion was poured on his face, the wounds quickly subsided. The bleeding also stopped. But consciousness had not yet returned.

Snake Eyes and Rat also drew their swords.

It seems that the title of knight was not obtained by playing *ttakji* [a Korean game similar to Pogs]. Their stances were quite good. A subtle magic flowed out.

Oh! Cute?

Dreyzer chuckled seriously.

Dreyzer placed the battle-ax he was holding at the door. It was so heavy that the whole pub seemed to echo with a thud.

“You crazy bastard. Are you putting down your weapon now?”

The Fighting Dog asked, twisting his lips.

“I was thinking of getting my hands dirty for a long time.”

There was no one who didn’t understand what Dreyzer meant. The knights’ faces turned grim.

“A mercenary dares to insult a knight. I will… execute you on the spot.”

Dreyzer nodded.

“Okay. Then I’ll resist.”

The three knights emitted a chilling aura and rushed towards Dreyzer.

* * *

Rat.

His real name was Sushima.

His skill was a 2-star master. He was the most promising knight in the Beach family, and for that reason, he was in charge of Lonestar’s escort.

Count Beach wanted Sushima to grow along with Lonestar, so he dispatched him to this event together. Count Beach’s opinion was that if you were born as a man, you should play in big waters [strive for great things].

He was confident in his skills.

He was secretly thinking that he might be in the top ten among his peers.

He met Weasel, Fighting Dog, and Snake Eyes for the first time yesterday.

Perhaps because the masters became close, they also became close quickly. They drank all night yesterday. Their personalities matched quite well.

Weasel laughed heartily, saying, ‘Shouldn’t we become sworn brothers!’ He, who had laughed heartily, was the first to have his face smashed and collapsed unconscious.

At first, he thought he was stupid.

But now he envied Weasel.

“W, what. Who are you.”

Sushima’s voice trembled.

He couldn’t believe the sight that was unfolding before his eyes.

Clearly, the guy was still in the same place, but the swung sword passed right through him. The same was true for the sword that the Fighting Dog extended. It passed through the guy’s body, which didn’t seem to move.

The three doubted their eyes.

Does this make sense? Is that guy some kind of illusion? And the illusion moved as if it was distorted.

Crack!

The Fighting Dog’s arm was bent in a deformed way.

He dropped his sword and screamed. It felt like the bones would tear through the muscles and pop out if he pulled his arm even a little. He confidently swung his sword. He was sure that he could inflict some damage, even if he couldn’t kill him in one blow.

But he never imagined that the opponent would block his attack with his palm.

It felt like hitting rubber hard.

So dumbfounded, the Fighting Dog looked back and forth between his sword and the opponent’s palm. The fierce-looking mercenary used that little bit of time effectively.

He reached out his hand without hesitation, grabbed the Fighting Dog’s shoulder, and dislocated it.

Then he pulled it down.

He didn’t seem to be using magic. He just grabbed the Fighting Dog’s bones with his strength and separated them.

The Fighting Dog couldn’t believe it.

Knights who can use mana unknowingly put a mana defense on their bodies. Martial artists call it protective energy, but knights call it mana defense.

The names are different, but the content is the same.

This is why knights who use mana on the battlefield reign as invincible. Once mana defense is activated, it is not easy for ordinary soldiers to break through it. Arrows without power could not penetrate the skin at all.

Because soldiers can’t use mana.

But the fierce-looking mercenary tore through the Fighting Dog’s mana with just his strength.

Does that make sense?

That wasn’t the end.

Dreyzer grabbed the screaming Fighting Dog by the hair and pressed down on him with force. The Fighting Dog was quite large. Such a Fighting Dog was dragged helplessly without using any strength.

Crack!

The table made of thick oak was split in half. At the same time, the Fighting Dog’s forehead was broken. Blood splattered everywhere, and the Fighting Dog’s large body fell backward.

That wasn’t the end either.

Dreyzer lifted the Fighting Dog and threw him to the other side.

Thud!

“Kuaaak!”

The Fighting Dog, weighing over 100 kilograms, flew through the air and crashed through the opposite wall. No one knows if the Fighting Dog is dead or alive.

If he’s lucky, he’ll live. If he couldn’t withstand the impact, he would have lost his life here.

“T, this crazy bastard.”

Snake Eyes’ voice trembled severely.

He saw the Fighting Dog being defeated in the blink of an eye.

As far as the quick-witted Snake Eyes could tell, he judged that the Fighting Dog was about half a level above him. Such a Fighting Dog fell miserably without using his strength once.

The opponent was a much higher-level expert than himself.

Looking at the trembling rookie knights, Dreyzer twisted his lips. And he walked forward and said.

“You guys are so lucky.”

*We’re* lucky?

“If you had run into my master, you would have known what I meant. It’s a pity you don’t know.”

The knights did not understand Dreyzer’s words at all.