Magic Is Learned For Nothing [EN]: Chapter 84

Magic is Learned for Nothing – Episode 84 (84/502)

# 84

I am Dreizehner 3

Dreizehner gestured.

“Come here.”

Count Persimmon hesitated, his expression turning grave.

*What to do? What should I do?*

*Is that monster really here? How much effort have I put in to avoid running into that bastard?*

*I wouldn’t even set foot in a place if I heard the words ‘Crazy Dreizehner’.*

*Should I run away?*

Dreizehner mouthed the words.

“-Long time no see, disciple.”

*Disciple…….*

It was truly a word he hated to hear.

*Damn it! That disciple thing! Stop it! Why am I your disciple when I’m ten years older than you!*

The ill-fated relationship between Dreizehner and Count Persimmon dates back 15 years.

*I don’t even want to think about it, so I’ll skip the process.*

To sum it up, Count Persimmon has two senior disciples, both much younger than Count Persimmon.

The second senior disciple is that crazy madman, Dreizehner.

*He was always a son of a bitch who couldn’t wait to tear me apart. He was born with a historical mission to torment me.*

*What was it? Academic violence and bullying issues that are causing headaches at the academy, I was actually the first to experience it. From the Great Senior and the Second Senior.*

Thanks to that, he got acute stress just by looking at that bastard’s face. His stomach hurt, and his mind became confused. Anger and fear revived as complex emotions.

His mind was at peace because he hadn’t seen that bastard’s face for 10 years.

Right now, his feelings were rising to a very dangerous level, like a sailboat encountering a storm.

Stomach acid was refluxing, making his throat tingle.

He felt nauseous.

The Great Senior… *I don’t even want to think about it, the worst madman in human history.*

Heaven bless. The Great Senior is from another kingdom. As long as he doesn’t leave the kingdom, he will never encounter him.

If the kingdom were to praise him as a hero, make him a duke, grant him a duchy, and tell him to handle something with the Great Senior, he would be willing to abandon his territory and run away.

He would rather jump into hellfire than meet that bastard.

But right now, it’s just as critical.

‘Crazy Dreizehner’, who is by no means inferior compared to the Great Senior, was gesturing towards him.

“Come here, youngest disciple.”

Ughhhhh.

Count Persimmon groaned without realizing it.

The portrait Heinz had given him, with only his face drawn on it, came to his mind.

*Damn it, where do I look like that human?*

*I will find the painter who drew the picture and punish him without fail.*

* * *

“Cough, how can this be? Even after 10 years, I can’t even brush against the hem of the Second Senior’s clothes…….”

Count Persimmon knelt down.

None of his attacks worked on Dreizehner.

Even the Aura Blade, which was known to be able to cut all objects with form, was useless in front of Dreizehner.

It’s been the same way from the past until now.

Why on earth?

Why don’t my attacks work on the Second Senior? Objectively speaking, the two of them were evenly matched (strictly Count Persimmon’s subjective opinion).

Even if he was a little behind him in skill, he couldn’t be blocked so perfectly.

The 6-star knight was completely defeated.

Dreizehner smiled contentedly as he watched Count Persimmon.

*As expected, the ‘Dried Pollack and Disciple Should Be Beaten’ skill that Master left behind works well.*

It doesn’t work on other people. It only works on disciples.

A disciple who doesn’t listen.

A rude disciple.

A disciple who glares and rushes in.

A disciple who acts nicely in front of you but badmouths you behind your back.

A disciple who doesn’t know how scary his senior is and swears in front of him, etc., was a skill that the deceased Master specially left behind to educate them.

Master suffered a lot of mental anguish because of the rude disciples throughout his life, so it seems he created such a unique skill.

The function of this skill is simple.

It only nullifies the disciple’s power. Disciples can’t beat their seniors even if they die and come back to life.

In other words!

It was the same as Dreizehner not being able to beat the Great Senior. *Damn Great Senior!*

But now Dreizehner has given up his hatred for the Great Senior. *Our master, who is more vicious than him, is right in front of him, so what’s the point of hating the Great Senior?*

So I don’t hate that rude youngest disciple either.

I was just happy to see him after a long time, so I gave him a little beating. I hit him more because the hand feel was good when I hit him. I hit him more because I felt a little bad that he kept rushing at me until the end. I hit him more because he looked cute when he emitted a blue light from his eyes.

Our youngest disciple is very eloquent.

He keeps babbling until the end, even while repeating fainting several times.

“I almost didn’t recognize you. Our youngest. Is this probably the first time since Master passed away?”

“Damn it, didn’t we promise that day that we would never see each other again? Why are you here causing trouble!”

“It’s a coincidence. A coincidence.”

“A coincidence? Don’t lie. You deliberately approached me to screw me over, right?”

“Me? Why would I? Why would I deliberately approach a weakling like you? Do I have anything to take from you?”

“You’re greedy for the Count title.”

“Hey, hey. I’m one of the kingdom’s top 7 powerhouses. I can go anywhere if I want to receive a title.”

*Come to think of it, that’s true.*

If the Second Senior was interested in power, he would have entered politics a long time ago. He had that much skill.

“Then why did you come here!”

“My master…… cough!”

“Master?”

“No, ahem, I misspoke. I came with someone I’m sponsoring because they’re having a coming-of-age ceremony. I never imagined you would be the lord of this place. I really didn’t know.”

“You really didn’t know?”

“I really didn’t know. I didn’t have even a speck of interest in you. Think about it. If you were a very pretty junior sister, I would have been interested. But you’re a man, aren’t you? Besides, you’re ten years older than me. Your beard is also very messy. Why would I be interested in you? I’m not gay. So after Master’s funeral, I cut off interest in the Great Senior and you.”

*I’m glad to hear that you’ve cut off interest, but……. I feel very bad after hearing that.*

*Why? Why do I feel so bad?*

“But you said you were sponsoring?”

“Yes.”

“Could it be that you’re sponsoring Baron Legion’s……?”

“That’s right.”

Count Persimmon’s expression twisted severely. If the Second Senior is the Baron Legion’s sponsor, everything will go wrong.

Also, the mithril mine that lays golden eggs.

*No! I can never let go of that.*

“I’m just saying this in case…… if you’re aiming for the mine that the person I’m sponsoring has……. You’ll regret it.”

“If I aim for it…… are you going to kill me, your disciple? Master would be very happy. You’re trying to take the life of your only disciple because of that damn mine.”

“Hey, hey, let’s get this straight. It’s a world where even siblings kill each other over property. We’re not even related by blood. It’s possible enough. Besides, we haven’t known anything about each other for over 10 years.”

“So you’re going to interfere with my work?”

“It’s not interference. It’s helping as a sponsor.”

“Do you really have to go this far?”

“Do you really have to steal that kid’s property?”

Dreizehner felt a catharsis that he couldn’t describe in words as he said ‘kid’.

“Hey, man, haven’t you been to the Alexander family’s territory? It’s so cold that you can’t even do double cropping [planting two crops in the same field in one year]. There’s not enough to eat. And how many monsters are there? It’s a desperate struggle. The only source of money they have is the mine. If you take that away, they’ll all starve to death.”

“That young one has no manners.”

“Do you have manners?”

“Well, that’s because I’m older…….”

“What does age have to do with anything between senior and junior disciples! If it wasn’t so bad, would Master have passed down the skill to beat disciples!”

“A skill to beat disciples?”

“Huh? Well, there is such a thing. Anyway, just try to mess with my sponsor.”

“What are you going to do if I mess with him?”

“So try it. You’ll find out what happens.”

Dreizehner smiled at Count Persimmon.

Count Persimmon’s expression hardened severely. An unexpected person intervened. From his point of view, this was no different from a natural disaster. A person he would be happy never to see again suddenly appears and interferes with his work.

The easiest way is to say, ‘Okay, I’ll give up. So please leave too, Second Senior. Let’s never see each other again.’

But!

The temptation of the mithril mine was too strong to do that.

* * *

It’s been a really long day.

Legion barely shook off the young ladies and left the banquet hall. He looked for Dreizehner, but he was nowhere to be seen.

*He’ll find me on his own.*

He grumbled and walked down the street.

It was late at night, so there was no one around. The moon wasn’t out either, so it was very dark.

However, Legion has good night vision.

It was all thanks to the ‘Iron Eyes’ passive skill. His eyes have been very refreshed since he learned that passive skill.

His eyesight has also improved compared to before.

“What sin did I commit in my past life? Did I sell the country? Or did I touch the king’s wife like my ancestors? Why are there only ugly women around me? There isn’t a single pretty woman.”

There were beautiful women everywhere, but Legion didn’t know.

“Hehehehe.”

A strange voice was heard from above the wall.

It was a laugh that sounded like he was really having fun.

Legion stopped walking and turned his head towards the wall. There was nothing there. But Legion accurately caught that there was something there.

“How long have you been there?”

Legion asked calmly.

A faint magical wave arose from above the wall, and a man wearing a deep hood appeared.

He lowered his hood.

He had very sharp eyes that were illuminated by the moonlight.

It was Heinz, Count Persimmon’s closest aide and right-hand man.

As a magician, he was casting invisibility magic, but he couldn’t fool the eyes of Legion, who was also a magician.

“Did you know I was coming? Or did you know I would come?”

Heinz asked back with a strange smile.

“Both.”

Heinz’s expression changed stiffly.

He was very surprised inside.

*Knowing that I was coming means he has skill. I was a 5-circle magician [a ranking system for mages]. It means he can catch the movements of a 5-circle magician.*

*Honestly, I can’t believe it.*

*Knowing that I would come means he read me.*

As a 5-circle magician, he didn’t like the fact that his psychology was read. No, that he was caught.

“I was just going to stop by and say hello……. Would you like a drink?”

“Sure. Is there a place that’s open until this hour?”

“There is a place that keeps its mouth shut.”

“That’s a relief.”

Legion smiled brightly as he looked at Heinz.

Heinz also smiled at Legion.

But neither of them was smiling with their eyes. A battle of wits begins from the way they look at each other.