Magic Is Learned For Nothing [EN]: Chapter 120

Magic is Learned for Nothing – Episode 121

# 121

Originally, I was Handsome (1)

“You.”

Someone grabbed Haimo’s shoulder.

The energy in the palm was incredibly cold. He felt the back of his neck stiffen. It was as if ice had entered the back of his neck. It wasn’t a chill that a human could produce.

Haimo glanced back-

“Heeeuk!”

He was shocked out of his mind.

A bob-haired skeleton was staring at him.

Its height surpassed his own. Its feet floated in the air, adding to the immense pressure.

If it weren’t for that bob cut, he might have peed his pants.

“W-Who are you?”

Haimo subtly gripped his battle-axe.

His palms were sweating. Could he defeat this skeleton? A skeleton that could speak was no ordinary skeleton. A skeleton with reason…

He never thought he’d meet such a skeleton in his life.

What stood before him was a lich, just like in the stories.

A lich, the symbol of fear and despair.

He felt like he’d seen it somewhere, but he couldn’t quite remember. For some reason, he could almost hear a song, ‘The Bob-Haired Lich.’ Was it a hallucination?

“Don’t be so scared. I’m Mamon.”

The lich Mamon said, glowing with inner light.

“Huh? Mamon?”

Who was Mamon? Why was this skeleton acting so friendly? But the name… it was very familiar.

Mamon’s cold fingers smacked Haimo’s bald head.

“You should say, ‘Lord Mamon.'”

“Ah, y-yes, I’m sorry, Lord Mamon.”

Haimo trembled and bowed his head.

He did as he was told, but what should he do now? Should he call the master? Should he call Draiszer? But the moment he opened his mouth, he would turn into a mist of blood and disappear.

One chance.

He had only one chance to wake the others.

But he was sure he’d heard the name Mamon before…

‘Ah!’

He remembered.

Bacon had shown him the organization chart of the mansion that he needed to memorize.

Silkeut – Chief of miscellaneous affairs and servants. Had been around since the master’s grandfather’s time. Even the master was careful around him, so he needed to be kind.

Heizler – Head maid with a nasty temper, very smart and quick-witted. Even the master was at her mercy, so he had to suck up to her.

Sephia – Just a monster. Martial arts instructor for the exclusive servants. No common sense. Had to be careful no matter what. If caught, he should just accept his death. A mad dog.

Lich Mamon – Strange being. The lich was the magic instructor for the exclusive servants. Often taught magic to the children in the village. Just as crazy as Sephia. If caught, he would be experimented on. Avoiding eye contact was the best option.

Draiszer – Nicknamed ‘Crazy Draiszer.’ No explanation needed.

It was an organization chart that Bacon had secretly shown him. The Fantastic Five, they were called. The most dangerous people.

But Silkeut and Heizler were more friendly than he thought. They didn’t seem as dangerous as Bacon had said.

Sephia…

She was an even crazier ogre than he’d heard.

One of the reasons Heiler had converted [to Legion’s side] was after being inside Sephia’s mouth. He had groaned for days afterward. And then he had desperately said that he had to believe in Lord Legion.

Finally…

He had met the terror, the magic instructor of the village, Lich Mamon, for the first time.

Where had he been all this time? Appearing out of nowhere in the middle of the night, making his heart shrink.

Still, the fear that he would pee his pants mostly disappeared when he realized they were on the same side.

“What brings you here…?”

Haimo asked cautiously.

“You… receive decisions from the master, right?”

“Decisions, you say?”

“That gem with the amazing effects.”

“Ah, yes, sometimes.”

He was suddenly afraid that this demon would take the decisions he had received. It was a dream decision that he couldn’t exchange for money. He couldn’t let it be taken, even if it meant death.

“Don’t make that face. I won’t take it by force. Why would I do that when I wouldn’t even get the scraps if I got caught?”

“Then?”

“It’s a trade. I’m stuck at the 6th Circle right now.”

“S-Sixth Circle?”

Haimo was shocked. He had never seen a 6th Circle mage, no, a black mage, no, a lich before.

The most high-ranking mage he had seen on the battlefield was a 5th Circle master. What had he called himself? The Great Storm Archmage? Something like that.

Even if he had the skills to be called the Great Storm Archmage, wasn’t he embarrassed? To make others call him that with his own mouth.

But the lich in front of him was even higher?

That was 6th Circle… no, 6th Circle Master. The skill of a 6th Circle Walker and a 6th Circle Master was like heaven and earth. It was like a teacher and student.

“Shh, be quiet.”

Lich Mamon immediately cast a soundproofing spell.

Thanks to the quick-witted Legion, he was learning strange magic every day. Very practical magic. Soundproofing, barrier magic, recording magic, multi-video check magic, and what was it last time? He was told to create broadcasting magic that all the residents of the territory could watch after finishing work.

He had to make sense [of the request].

Nevertheless, he couldn’t refuse the master’s words, so he had traveled all the way to a place called the mechanical magic powerhouse with his bags.

“Yes? I’m sorry.”

Haimo shut his mouth.

“What I want is an intelligence-boosting decision.”

“The one that increased Bacon’s intelligence?”

“That’s right. I need that.”

“I haven’t received such a decision.”

“You will someday. Then give me that decision. I will repay you accordingly.”

Haimo pouted.

Honestly, he didn’t want to. The decisions that the president [Legion] gave were a gift from God. Could there be anything worth exchanging for that?

Seeing Haimo’s slightly crumpled expression, Lich Mamon threw out an even bigger bait.

“I have a dream gem.”

He had stashed it away secretly from Legion.

In case his hair loss started again.

“What is it?”

“What is your wish?”

“My wish…?”

“You haven’t gotten married, have you?”

“No, ah, well.”

“Do you know why you haven’t?”

“I don’t know.”

“When did your hair start falling out?”

“M-My hair?”

“Then whose hair?”

“From the age of sixteen…”

Haimo hung his head.

Seeing Haimo’s expression, Lich Mamon’s heart ached. This poor guy, even more pitiful than him. Hair loss from the age of sixteen. At an age when others were falling in love for the first time.

“Your misfortune is that hair.”

Lich Mamon opened a subspace and took out the dream gem, Red Zircon.

“This will make your dreams and wishes come true.”

Haimo had a blank look on his face as he looked at the dazzling gem unfolding before his eyes.

“Does this gem really cure hair loss?”

Mamon answered, flicking his bob cut.

“That’s right. So, will you make a contract with me?”

“I will. I will unconditionally.”

Haimo and Lich Mamon clasped hands.

Their friendship had begun.

* * *

They arrived at Viscount Beach’s territory after running for three days and nights.

Everyone was exhausted. But if they didn’t finish this job now, they didn’t know what kind of aftermath would come.

The worst-case scenario was this.

Legion returned Viscount Beach [to his position].

Then what would the other nobles think? They would think that we were stronger than they thought, but they were afraid of us. They might think, let’s stab them once if they don’t die.

They might use their subordinates, not themselves, to invade Baron Legion’s territory.

That was what they were trying to prevent.

Everyone should have been putting strength in their stomachs and being tense, but-

Legion sat on a rock. He gestured to Haimo. Come here.

“Yes? Ah, yes. President Legion.”

Haimo approached Legion. Everyone was shocked to see him.

He hadn’t looked like this just last night…

How could they describe this appearance?

A bob-haired, giant paladin. The seductiveness of slightly tucking his hair behind his ear with his fingertips.

Ugh, don’t cross your legs. I want to throw a punch.

“I think our territory is really not normal.”

Jo Naneun said to Lotto in a small voice.

Lotto also nodded.

That was right.

He had killed his superior who had driven the entire army to their deaths and swam away through a shark-infested sea. He thought that there wouldn’t be many people who would chase them if they had ‘evil’ and ‘guts’.

But what?

There were tons of such people in this neighborhood.

And there were so many people who were really not normal. We were normal. Extremely ordinary humans. Compared to our master and those people.

“What’s with that hair?”

Legion asked Haimo.

That bob cut, it looked very familiar. The style was the same. He even suspected that they cut it at the same hair salon.

“Ah. I applied good herbs…”

“Where are you selling medicine? Do you think hair that disappeared 20 years ago will grow back by applying herbs?”

“Ahem.”

Haimo didn’t think that such an excuse would work either.

“Is it that guy?”

“Yes?”

“That guy gave you the dream gem, right?”

Legion clenched his teeth.

Where did that bastard get the dream gem? If there was one, it would be me first. Wasn’t it the best gem for losing weight?

“No.”

Haimo shook his head quickly.

“Tell me honestly. I’m asking because I know everything.”

“Really, it’s not. This is…”

“This is what?”

“My hair grew because my loyalty to Lord Legion deepened.”

Legion pursed his lips.

It seemed like it wouldn’t work.

These guys couldn’t be reasoned with words. It was a shame that he couldn’t use the Bidet Staff’s ‘gang up’ skill. Well, the Reinforced Iron Staff was still usable for now.

Legion rolled up his sleeves and picked up the Reinforced Iron Staff.

“Ah, no. Why is that?”

Haimo’s face turned white.

“I hate guys who lie to me the most. This is the only thing I’ve learned in my life. The truth is in ‘beating’.”

“Wh, what does that mean…?”

Uwaaaaaaaaak!

The exclusive servants and new recruits turned their heads away. It was a pity, but it was their own fault. What on earth had they done to have a bob cut overnight?

No matter how much they thought about it-!

It was too similar to Instructor Lich Mamon.

* * *

Ronstar was struck by a bolt from the blue from morning.

The soldiers who had been guarding the territory’s walls, their faces pale, burst into the mansion.

“Lord Ronstar, something terrible has happened.”

“What is this commotion from morning? Even if you are uneducated commoners, can’t you even keep basic etiquette!”

The butler shouted.

“H, however. Now is not the time to observe etiquette…”

“Ahem, these guys…”

“That’s enough. Let’s hear what they have to say.”

Ronstar frowned but stopped the butler.

As a knight who had received training, he was sufficiently aware of the chaos in the soldiers’ faces, unlike the butlers. The soldiers who had been guarding the walls had run away without even their helmets. How urgent must it have been? It certainly wasn’t an ordinary matter.

“What is it?”

“Th, that is.”

The soldiers’ voices trembled. They had expressions as if they had seen something they couldn’t bear to see.

“What is it? I’m asking.”

“Everyone…”

“Everyone what?”

“I’ll talk from then on.”

Behind the soldiers, Legion was slowly entering with his hands behind his back.