Magic Is Learned For Nothing [EN]: Chapter 80

# 80

He Can Only See Me 1

Clink, clink.

Dreyzaire filled his glass with wine and asked,

“But why did you buy my portrait… you?”

“You solved my problem.”

“So… what are you talking about?”

“I don’t have much recognition here.”

“Not a little… you don’t have any, right?”

“…….”

Legion didn’t say anything.

Dreyzaire flinched. He cautiously glanced at Legion. Was he upset? *Let’s correct that*, he thought. If that dirty temper explodes, he might end up bowing his head in the street.

Dreyzaire really didn’t want to do that in public.

“Come to think of it, it seems like you have some… you.”

“Right, a little?”

“You do. Definitely.”

*None. Definitely.*

Realistically! Coldly!

A long time ago, the Alexander family might have been famous when tigers smoked and played poker [an expression implying a very long time ago], but these days, they have as much recognition as a dog chewing on grass. You could say they have none.

Only older people would remember the Alexander family, saying, ‘Ah, yes, there was such a family. They were incredibly strong, but they angered the queen and were banished to some strange frontier.’ That’s about it.

Of course, Legion was a nobody.

No one cared whether he was a baron or a lord.

If anything, it was just that his incredibly handsome appearance was suddenly making him popular.

Dreyzaire suddenly hated himself for being intimidated by such a guy and having to lie like this.

“But you’re very famous, aren’t you?”

Legion continued.

“Well, I have a career I’ve built up… you.”

“Then you must know a way to increase my recognition. What could it be?”

Legion suddenly threw out a question.

Dreyzaire blinked. His eyes seemed to say, ‘Why do I have to worry about your recognition?’

Legion tried to take out his reinforced staff from his chest.

Dreyzaire flinched, realizing his mistake.

*Damn it, he takes that thing out all the time, it’s really scary. How come a mage never sees him use magic? Is that staff really made for using magic?*

Absolutely not.

If it were for that purpose, how many good quality staves are there?

*’You bad guy, you definitely made that thing for beating people.’*

He’s really a heartless owner. Making a staff to beat people.

It really hurts to get hit by that.

It’s not just painful. It feels like your soul momentarily leaves and then comes back. Well, its weight is about the same as his axe.

*Then I have to say something…*

“How about this… you?”

“What?”

“Show off your master’s hard head. Break rocks, break steel, and later break diamonds in front of people. I think your master’s reputation will increase instantly here.”

Smack!

As expected, the staff accurately struck Dreyzaire’s crown.

“Ugh.”

Dreyzaire stroked his head with his palm.

After speaking, he regretted it, and as expected, the sad premonition was correct.

“First, let’s start with a headbutt with you. If I break your head with my head, I’ll become famous. Then break rocks, break steel, and break diamonds. That would be great. Famous as a family with hard heads.”

Legion said, looking dumbfounded.

“I, I don’t know well… you.”

“Hmm. How about this?”

“What… are you talking about?”

“You become my patron.”

“Me?”

“Yes. You.”

“I don’t want to, it’s annoying.”

Legion nodded as if he expected that.

“So, I’m going to spread rumors that you’re my servant. A young and very handsome nobleman drags Dreyzaire around as a servant. Isn’t that a good picture too? Which family is that? Alexander. Oh! That family that used to be great? They must still be great. How about it?”

“They won’t believe it, you.”

“Wouldn’t they believe it if you were bowing your head in front of the Count’s house or in the middle of the square tomorrow?”

“…….”

Dreyzaire imagined himself doing the head-to-the-ground exercise in the middle of the city square, in front of many people.

The future becomes bleak.

He might be torn to shreds and have to live with his face covered for the rest of his life.

“I was wrong, you.”

“I don’t see any sincerity.”

“I’m sincerely repenting my mistake, you. I’ll roll up my sleeves and become your patron.”

“Yes, you should have done that from the start. You have to do well.”

“Just leave it to me, you.”

That’s how Dreyzaire began acting as Legion’s patron.

It wouldn’t be good if it became known that Legion was Dreyzaire’s master. Once that happens, people would start questioning Dreyzaire’s skills.

And the reputation he had built up would disappear like a bubble.

Perhaps the premium of being one of the ‘Seven Great Powers of the Kingdom’ might be lost.

In that case, it’s better to!

It’s much better to act as Legion’s patron. He might not gain anything, but he won’t lose anything.

People will probably…

Think Legion is very lucky.

Anyway, with this, there’s no reason to hide his identity anymore.

But they still don’t seem to know who he is. So, Dreyzaire casually threw the portrait Legion gave him on the floor.

*That’s me.*

So, stop talking and look at me with respectful eyes. You guys are making so much noise that my ears are killing me.

However, things didn’t go as Dreyzaire intended.

“Huh? Huh?”

While they were doing that, the young nobles trampled on Dreyzaire’s portrait. Lonestar’s shoe sole even stuck to the portrait.

“Ugh, what is this again?”

Lonestar stepped on the portrait with his other foot and peeled it off. In the process, Dreyzaire’s portrait was torn in half.

“Why doesn’t it come off?”

Lonestar tore off the portrait stuck to his foot with his hand and ripped it to shreds.

Dreyzaire squeezed his eyes shut.

It felt like his body was being torn apart in the same way. It’s gradually bubbling inside.

*Those damn chick bastards.*

“Everyone, freeze.”

Dreyzaire said in a small whisper to the young nobles. Of course, none of the nobles paid attention to his words.

*These chick bastards.*

Dreyzaire puffed out his nose and began to activate his mana. As it converted into magical power, it boiled like lava.

“Free! ze! No! w!”

A terrifying lion’s roar erupted.

A huge vortex of magical power swirled inside the tent, which had been as noisy as a marketplace.

The nobles’ movements stopped as if by magic.

“Ugh.”

“Cough.”

The chicks who suffered internal injuries collapsed while vomiting blood. Not a single chick endured Dreyzaire’s lion’s roar.

“Huh? What do I do if these guys collapse with just this much?”

Just then, Legion entered the tent.

“Huh?”

He looked around and clicked his tongue.

“Tsk, tsk, take it easy.”

The ‘Martial Arts Competition’ after the coming-of-age ceremony that Count Persimmon had spent a fortune to host was completely canceled.

* * *

Legion and Dreyzaire left Persimmon’s mansion as if nothing had happened.

The place was turned upside down.

Dozens of priests rushed into the barracks.

Count Persimmon and Heinz must have been horrified too. Who wouldn’t be surprised when the young nobles of the entire territory collapsed while vomiting blood?

Even if only a few of them had problems, Count Persimmon’s reputation would be greatly tarnished.

A young noble died at the ‘Coming-of-Age Ceremony’ he hosted?

This was really no ordinary matter.

Legion tapped the shoulders of the priests who were performing CPR and said cautiously.

“We had fish for lunch today. It seemed undercooked. All the people who vomited blood ate fish.”

The priest looked quite surprised.

If this handsome nobleman was right, it was food poisoning.

Most of the young nobles collapsed after eating the food served by the Count’s family. This was no ordinary problem. Not only would the chef’s head be cut off, but Heinz, and even Count Persimmon above him, would be held responsible.

Legion left the mansion with Dreyzaire, wearing a very relieved expression.

“But is it okay to come outside like this, you?”

Dreyzaire asked.

“If it’s not okay.”

“I was wondering if we should be there together.”

“What does it matter? The Count and everyone else are probably out of their minds right now. I guarantee no one will be looking for me.”

“Well, if you’re so sure. Then can I go take care of some business, you?”

“Business? What business?”

“I have some things to do, you. I came to the city after a long time, so I’m going to take care of some things I’ve been putting off… you.”

“Where do you have money?”

“Money… well, I’ll figure something out. Give me some if you’re worried.”

“Want to get an advance?”

Dreyzaire’s expression crumpled. *You’re harsh. So harsh.*

“No, thanks, you. I’ll just go and come back. See you at the mansion.”

“Okay, sure. I’ll kill you if you come back drunk.”

Dreyzaire’s back twitched slightly.

*That bastard, he was going to drink.*

“If you come back drunk, I’ll grind you on a rock, so you better be careful.”

“I won’t drink, you dirty and mean!”

Dreyzaire strode away.

Legion chuckled as he watched Dreyzaire’s back. Then he put his hands in his pockets and started walking.

* * *

Legion looked at the five men and women in front of him.

They looked so shabby that he thought they were beggars. He thought they were beggars who were too hungry and weak to beg him for a few coins. So, he prepared 10 silver coins.

But no.

They don’t think about receiving money and take out their weapons. Releasing killing intent.

“Long time no see, Baron Legion.”

*Whoa! Who knows me? Has my handsome face already spread all over the neighborhood?*

“You’ve changed so much that I almost didn’t recognize you.”

“Huh? How do you know my appearance has changed?”

“We’ve suffered that much from you, we’d be idiots if we didn’t know.”

“Suffered from me? Who are you guys?”

“…….”

The five men and women seemed greatly shocked.

They looked at each other and even teared up. Their pride, which had already been shattered, was now shaken to its core.

“Don’t you remember us?”

“I don’t know.”

“You really don’t remember us?”

“I said I don’t know.”

“Why don’t you remember us at all?”

“Do I have a reason to remember you guys?”

“There’s no need to, but… still, how can you not remember us?”

“Sorry, why are you being like this? I might not remember. Are you going to attack me with that sword?”

“We will kill you.”

“Am I going to die without knowing who killed me?”

“You must remember who killed you.”

“Okay, I’ll remember you. Tell me your name first. One by one.”

“I am Haimo.”

“I am Steel.”

“Buffalo.”

“Hayler.”

“I’m Mizset.”

Only then did Legion’s expression brighten.

“Ah, it’s you guys.”

“Do you recognize us now?”

“Yeah, I sure do.”

Swish.

Haimo drew his sword. Blades bloomed from his sword. The other mercenaries also drew their swords and crowded around Legion as if to surround him.

“I’m glad you recognize us. We happened to find you, but… since you’ve done something to us, don’t be upset. We’ll kill you without causing much pain.”

“Ah, let me ask you one thing before I die.”

“What is it?”

“Do you guys eat properly? You look very haggard. What have you been doing all this time? You’ve deteriorated so much that I can’t even recognize your faces.”

“What?”

Haimo was very embarrassed.

They looked at each other’s faces. They had suffered so much since leaving the Alexander territory. Thanks to that, they had forgotten what their situation was like.

The moment they saw each other’s faces, tears welled up.

Their cheeks were hollow. Dark circles reached down to their chins. The clothes they were wearing were torn and looked like rags. Their hands were also calloused. Like turtle shells.

They hadn’t been able to wash with warm water even once during that time.

“Tsk, tsk, let’s have a meal before killing me.”

“What?”

“No one knows whether you’ll die or I’ll die. So, let’s have a meal and then start. I’m hungry too.”

Legion moved towards the nearest tavern.

Haimo and the mercenaries were dumbfounded and only stared at Legion’s back.

*What? What is this situation?*

Legion stopped and gestured to them.

“What are you doing? Come on.”