Magic Is Learned For Nothing [EN]: Chapter 78

Magic is Learned in Vain – Episode 78

# 78

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Piston grabbed a box as well.

“Hey!”

Ronstar glared at Piston and said,

“Just try to open that. You’re dead to me.”

Piston smirked at Ronstar.

“Hey, Ronstar. You seem to think you’re something special right now…”

Piston raised the corner of his mouth mockingly and opened the box.

A truly beautiful dagger came into view.

“Yeah, your family is a little better than mine? Yeah, I admit it. So? Does that give you the right to order me around?”

“What?”

“I didn’t like the way you were acting anyway.”

Piston held the golden dagger in his hand and poured mana into it. A faint light flowed through the blade.

“This is really excellent.”

“Why? Is it a real magic sword?”

The man next to Piston asked.

“It’s a mana amplifier. It’s increasing my mana by at least 5 percent.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

Upon hearing Piston’s words, the young nobles grabbed the boxes that Legion had brought, one by one.

“Wow! This is amazing too. It has a Fire Launcher attack magic enchanted on it!”

“This sword has healing magic on it.”

They were as happy as if they had received the gifts they had dreamed of on Christmas.

Ronstar, Mart, Schuken, and those aligned with them were chattering amongst themselves, but the tide had already turned. Even among the young nobles, there seemed to be considerable antipathy towards them, though they didn’t voice it openly.

Watching those young nobles, Legion wore a satisfied expression. He turned his head towards Ronstar.

So, what are you going to do? Want to fight?

“Th, this bastard… trying to pull some ridiculous trick.”

Mart stepped forward, looking ready to swing his sword at any moment.

But the atmosphere was strange.

The young nobles who had been neutral or indifferent until now began to show hostility towards him. Piston even took a step forward.

“What are you doing?”

“What am I doing?”

Piston fiddled with the golden dagger and snorted.

“How dare you block my way?”

“Do you see me as someone you can look down on?”

“A mere second son of a baronial family, a useless piece of trash who can’t even inherit a title, dares to step up!”

Legion, who was listening, shook his head.

That’s too harsh. A useless piece of trash who can’t even inherit a title. Someone with a weak heart would commit suicide listening to that.

As expected, Piston’s eyes turned cold.

The same was true for the other young nobles. A significant number of the young nobles here were second sons of their families. As Mart said, they would not inherit the estate.

They would not inherit the title.

The only way for them to survive was to earn new titles through military achievements or to become knights and serve their lord. Therefore, in terms of skill, the second sons were often far superior to the eldest sons.

So, you shouldn’t say such things carelessly.

Isn’t this like digging into someone else’s painful wounds?

-That guy is really an idiot.

Mark sneered calmly.

Perhaps sensing the changed atmosphere, Mart’s momentum, which had been advancing, began to falter. It would be a problem if he suddenly backed down like this… Legion stepped forward.

“That bastard, his words are really dirty.”

All eyes turned to him.

The atmosphere here had been completely dominated by Legion from the moment he took out the golden dagger.

“Sorry. If you felt bad, I apologize. So, as a sign of apology, take this.”

Legion threw a dagger, still in its sheath, to Mart.

Mart caught the dagger in a daze. He frowned and threw the dagger to the ground.

“This crazy bastard! Who are you trying to give this to, something that even a dog wouldn’t take!”

Then he stomped on the golden dagger.

Ah! My 1,000 gold.

“Are… are you calling us dogs right now?”

Piston and the young nobles’ eyes were becoming increasingly fierce.

Swish.

They put the golden daggers in their pockets and drew their swords.

“Wh, what!”

“You really looked down on us as useless trash. This is too much. Calling us dogs right in front of us.”

Mart, who had been momentarily flustered, quickly regained his arrogant expression.

“Hmph! These guys are all crazy. Yeah, I called you dogs. What are you going to do? Want to try? Your parents would be very happy to see this, saying you’re not even good enough to be dogs.”

Legion’s heart ached.

Wow! That Mart guy. He’s going to kill people with his tongue.

“It seems… you’ve crossed a line you shouldn’t have.”

They were completely divided into two factions.

Those who had the golden dagger and those who didn’t. The golden dagger was just a catalyst. With this, the two groups had an unerasable grudge.

Originally, a grudge doesn’t start with the enemy who killed your parents.

A small word is enough for the flower of resentment to bloom.

There’s a reason why they say, ‘One word can repay a debt of a million gold.’ [An idiom meaning that a single kind word can be more valuable than a large sum of money.]

If you add a little seasoning here, the two will cross a river from which they can never return. Now, what kind of seasoning should I add? Should I add pepper to make it bitter? Should I add salt to rub it in?

It was then.

Flap-

“What is all this commotion?”

A middle-aged man entered the waiting room.

The low voice, carried on heavy mana, spread rapidly in all directions. Sharp eyes, a piercing aura that seemed to dig into the lungs, glared at the young nobles.

The vigorous heat cooled down in an instant.

It was as if ice had been poured on their heads. A man who could seize the atmosphere so quickly.

-He has considerable magical power. You might want to be careful.

Mark warned.

Legion nodded.

I see. That’s Count Persimmon’s right-hand wizard, Heinz.

Legion immediately recognized who the other party was.

* * *

Heinz led Legion down the hallway.

At the end of the hallway was the Count’s office. Before that, Heinz wanted to confirm something with Legion.

The unsettling feeling he had felt a moment ago.

He deployed mana as he entered the waiting room. He was a 5-circle Walker [A mage who has mastered five circles of magic]. After breaking through the 5-circle wall three years ago, he was gradually realizing the principles of the world.

Of course, he had been stagnant since then.

The young nobles in the waiting room were clearly quite talented, but at best, they were only barely reaching 4-star status with the help of elixirs. Such youngsters could not withstand his mana.

As expected, as soon as he entered the waiting room, the youngsters’ momentum was broken like rabbits meeting a wolf.

Yes, remember this fear for the rest of your lives.

But….

There was one person who bothered him.

The only person who was free in this place where he had roughly tied up the space with his mana.

Legion was smiling at him.

He knew it was Legion the moment he saw him. He had a really strong presence. Even as a man, he thought that face was so handsome.

Above all-!

Heinz didn’t feel good.

The mana barrier he had created was uniquely ineffective against that Baron Legion. That meant… that Legion had skills above his own.

‘This youngster… is more skilled than me?’

He felt his whole body stiffen.

The shock was that great.

The thought of showing the youngsters what’s what disappeared completely. Heinz’s eyes no longer saw the other youngsters. Only Baron Legion was fixed in his sight.

“His Excellency is calling for you.”

Heinz used honorifics to Legion. It was something that would never have happened given his personality.

“I heard you have a lot of money.”

Heinz, who was walking ahead, opened his mouth.

Legion looked around. Are you talking to me?

“Yes.”

“Showing off your money will make you lose popularity.”

“So?”

“I’m telling you that it’s not good to show off your money recklessly.”

“Ah, a warning.”

“….”

Heinz frowned slightly.

Could it be that he doesn’t understand what I’m saying? Is he stupid? Or is he mocking me right now?

“And it would be best to be careful with your words in front of His Excellency.”

“Ah, is that a threat?”

“It’s a warning.”

“Okay. I’ll humbly accept that warning.”

Heinz and Legion stood in front of the office door. Legion took something out of his pocket and gave it to Heinz.

It was a luxurious leather pouch.

“What is this?”

“Showing off money that loses popularity.”

“Huh?”

“I’m just giving it to you because I’m grateful that you guided me here.”

Heinz’s eyes sank coldly. What is this impudent bastard babbling about right now? He is a 5-circle wizard.

He even has the title of Baron, albeit temporarily.

A mere Baron shouldn’t be talking like this. He should be beside himself with gratitude that he guided him!

“This….”

Heinz tried to hand the leather pouch back to Legion.

But Legion had already opened the office door and gone inside. His face, which had always been coldly hardened, was contorted as much as possible.

“I think I was wrong. He was a mere upstart.”

Heinz clenched the leather pouch tightly.

Swish!

The leather pouch crumbled like sand and scattered. But the contents were not decomposed even by his magic. Something was getting in the way on his palm.

Heinz spread his palm to check the contents.

“Th, this is?”

He was so surprised that he almost fainted.

Abrium [A rare and highly valuable magical substance], which any wizard would want to have, desperately want to have, was right in front of him.

* * *

Legion closed Count Persimmon’s office door.

Wow! He’s coming on strong.

The moment he closed the door, he felt like he had been sucked into another space. He felt like his body was floating, drawn by some force.

He was completely trapped in Count Persimmon’s aura.

To be able to weave the space itself with his power. It’s impossible for him to do that, even if he dies and comes back to life.

Not yet-

Legion looked at the man in front of him.

Short hair, piercing eyes, and an overwhelming aura that seemed to pierce through the ceiling and walls were swirling towards Legion.

He wasn’t very big.

Nevertheless, he looked as big as Dreiser.

As the rumors said, he seemed to be the overlord of the North, Count Persimmon.

“You seem to be more skilled than I heard.”

Count Persimmon said.

The words were simple, but the energy contained in them was not simple. If it weren’t for the ‘Exploding Awesomeness’ passive skill, he might have already collapsed. Moreover, Mark was subtly deflecting the central energy, so he was able to endure it well enough.

“You too, Count.”

Legion smiled brightly as he looked at Count Persimmon.