Magic Is Learned For Nothing [EN]: Chapter 238

Magic is Learned for Nothing – Episode 239

Justice Legion 2

“You insignificant ogre bastard!”

Nubyeo Nubyeo was furious.

Attacking out of nowhere. It was clear from the start that the stupid ogre must be living off the Legion.

“Uneducated, probably a servant? How dare a servant ignore him, who had a contract on equal terms! He needed to be taught a lesson.”

Nubyeo Nubyeo gathered magical power in his mouth and then—

Fired a breath.

—Kuaaaaaang!

A high-temperature flame breath exceeding thousands of degrees shot out and engulfed Sepia. Sepia agilely rolled to avoid the blast.

The breath directly hit the armory.

It was an armory that Bidet and Lulu had painstakingly created. All the weapons already made had found their owners, but many of their experimental items were stored there.

Mine magic, suicide magic, time-limited magic, Claymore magic [magic that creates explosive traps], and other magical tools were abundant.

The flame breath struck, causing a massive explosion.

Kukukukukung!

Instantly, flames soared hundreds of meters into the sky, spreading in all directions.

—Krrrreung (You son of a bitch)!

—Where did you learn to talk like that! How old are you?

—Krrrreung (Why do you need to know! Do you fight with age?)

The two monsters fiercely clashed.

The windows of the Legion mansion shattered from the wind pressure generated by wings over 30 meters long.

Everything inside flew out and crashed against the walls.

—Kuaaaaa (It tickles! This kind of thing)!

Sepia grabbed Nubyeo Nubyeo and attempted an over-the-shoulder throw.

The huge body, over 10 meters tall, rotated wildly, unable to withstand Sepia’s strength.

Unfortunately!

Nubyeo Nubyeo’s massive body crashed into the Legion’s mansion.

Crash!

A section of the mansion collapsed.

It was where the Legion’s room was located. The bed was sent flying by Nubyeo Nubyeo’s flapping wings.

—Krrrreung (I won’t let you get away with this! Birdbrain)!

—Don’t mess with me. An ogre isn’t even worth the dirt on my little toe!

Bacon and the exclusive servants who rushed over were shocked.

Even Sepia was difficult to handle, but an equally huge monster was rampaging alongside him.

“W, what is this?”

“No, why is a wyvern [a dragon-like creature with two legs and wings] appearing here? Does anyone know about that wyvern?”

Bacon and Lotto asked their subordinates in a panic.

But none of their subordinates could answer their questions.

Unfortunately, Beef, Rice, and Abdul Jabbar kept silent about their meeting with the Legion, as if it were a top secret.

So, the exclusive servants were unaware of the relationship between the Legion and the wyvern.

Kurrrreureung!

Kwakwakwakwang!

It’s a complete mess.

“What should we do? At this rate, Master’s mansion will collapse.”

Jonen said with a look of pity, gazing at the mansion and the armory engulfed in flames.

“Oh dear. That’s too bad.”

Their lodgings had also collapsed. When the ogre and wyvern fell together, they were crushed like toys.

“Anyone who can stop those monsters?”

Bacon asked, looking at his subordinates.

The subordinates avoided Bacon’s gaze. They had become stronger, but only against humans. They never dreamed of fighting such monsters and winning.

To be honest—

If it were a decent ogre or wyvern, they might have a chance… However, that confidence crumbled the moment they saw Sepia and Nubyeo Nubyeo.

They couldn’t even stop Sepia, so how could they stop a wyvern who was fighting him on equal terms?

Bacon turned his back.

“Let’s go.”

“Where to?”

“Let’s go have another drink.”

“Are you going to leave Sepia-nim alone?”

“Then you stop him.”

“……..”

Jonen closed his mouth. He looked at Sepia and the wyvern, realizing for the first time that wyverns had hands.

The wyvern punched Sepia in the face.

Sepia staggered, then kicked the wyvern’s flank and threw an uppercut.

—You son of a bitch!

—Krrrreung (Shut up! Before I grind your face on the street).

How could monsters swear better than humans?

Join them in the middle?

“Let’s go. Let’s go.”

The exclusive servants sighed and left the place, planning to return in an hour.

Kukukung! Kukukukukung!

The battle of the monsters continued as if an earthquake had occurred. The exclusive servants waved their hands at the territory residents who were arming themselves and approaching the mansion.

“Go back. You’ll get hurt if you go there now.”

* * *

The Legion, who had finished his meal and even had tea, returned to his assigned room.

The room he was assigned was located on the 80th floor.

The apprentice mages said that they had never given the 80th-floor room to anyone except royalty and high-ranking nobles.

Also, they glanced at the Legion with expressions that seemed to ask who this terrifying man was.

In their eyes, the Legion did not look like a noble at all.

Just a devil?

Or a warrior from the Demon Realm.

Just standing next to him made them feel like their mana was being sucked away.

That such a person was a precious guest to the point that Baserabap-nim [likely a title or honorific] ran out barefoot.

The apprentice mages couldn’t understand at all.

“Huh?”

The Legion found a familiar face at the entrance of the room.

Saibi-man, Mizset’s master and the one who had repeatedly invited him to the Magic Tower, was standing at the entrance of the room.

“Saibi-man-nim.”

The Legion smiled happily and approached Saibi-man.

Saibi-man was startled by the Legion’s appearance.

“Is that you?”

“Yes, it’s me. Here’s my resident registration card.”

It happens often. The Legion took out his resident registration card from his subspace and showed it to Saibi-man for verification.

He couldn’t check his face because of the helmet.

His voice was also different. His height was also different. There was nothing to confirm that it was the Legion.

Saibi-man couldn’t believe that a person could change so much.

“Can’t you take off your helmet? I need to check your face.”

“I’m sorry, but… I’m undergoing plastic surgery magic. You know? Why I went to the Dark Elf village.”

“Ah, yes, I heard about it. So, you’re saying that if you go inside that armor, your fat body will become slim?”

“Yes, that’s right.”

The Legion nodded.

“That’s pretty good. Is there a plastic surgery skill that makes you younger?”

“I know there are skills that smooth out wrinkles and make your skin firm.”

“That’s good. I wish I could learn it, but you wouldn’t teach me, would you?”

“Probably not.”

“Then I should go get some skin care.”

“You should. I’m planning to go to the Dark Elf village soon too.”

“What for?”

He couldn’t possibly say that he was trying to make a contract with a spirit to wash away the squid smell.

“I have to return the armor.”

The Legion mumbled.

“I see. Oh, are you free tomorrow?”

“I have plenty of time.”

“Then could you come to my room tomorrow morning?”

Saibi-man lowered his voice, scanning his surroundings with sharp eyes like a wary deer.

“What’s wrong?”

The Legion, noticing Saibi-man’s change in demeanor, lowered his voice as well. He sensed that Saibi-man had something important to say.

“You… do you know about the Stone Head Church?”

“I know.”

Especially the Archbishop.

He had met that bastard twice. Especially the last time, he was thoroughly humiliated. If it hadn’t been for the Black Dragon’s Heart and Blood Oriharukon [rare and powerful magical items], he would have lost his life that day.

“Since that day, I’ve been looking into the Stone Head Church. I used all my connections to track them down, and I found out quite a bit of information.”

“Really?”

“Yes, they have their hands much deeper in the kingdom than I thought, from the royal family to high-ranking nobles, and even this Magic Tower.”

The Legion’s eyebrows twitched. This was unexpected.

“Even the Magic Tower?”

“Yes, you can’t trust the Magic Tower either. There won’t be that many—at most, around ten? But since I don’t know who the spy is, I can’t trust anyone. If there’s a high-ranking mage among them, all the information will flow to the Stone Head Church.”

“Hmm.”

The Legion let out a shallow groan.

His grand dream that he had just started to dream!

The biggest obstacle to ‘World Park’ was the Stone Head Church.

The Legion hopes.

Continental conquest! Human domination! Worship of a single god! Religious expansion!

He wanted them to live happily instead of wasting their energy on such nonsense.

The ones who kept interfering with that were the Stone Head Church.

Now they’re even planting spies all over the country. What would happen if they found out about ‘Wyvern World’? They wouldn’t offer to invest.

They would try to take it. For free.

He would never allow that.

“I can’t talk about the details here. I don’t know who to trust. The only people I can trust are you and your subordinates who fought with them that day.”

The Legion nodded.

It must be frustrating for Saibi-man to have no one to trust in his position. That’s why he was seeking out an outsider like himself so urgently.

“I understand. Wouldn’t it be better to go to Saibi-man-nim’s room now?”

“I’d like to, but I can’t treat a guest like that. Rest. Let’s talk when your head is clear. You seem quite drunk too.”

As Saibi-man said, the Legion and Dreiser had drunk quite a bit of alcohol.

“Then I’ll see you early tomorrow.”

Saibi-man smiled at the Legion’s words.

“Have a good night.”

The Legion entered his assigned room.

He felt hot, so he opened the window. The view from the 80th floor was beyond imagination.

If he hadn’t flown to the end of the sky with Nubyeo Nubyeo and seen the world, this scene would have been the most memorable.

Small lights filled the ground.

The Legion lay down on the bed.

Fortunately, the bed seemed sturdy, holding up without a problem even when the Legion lay down.

How long had he slept?

The Legion felt the approaching damp magical energy and opened his eyes.

He hadn’t fallen into a deep sleep.

He had drunk alcohol, but the unpleasant energy that seemed to be chasing him hadn’t gone away. He hadn’t tried to find it on purpose, assuming it was just surveillance at best.

He didn’t sense any murderous intent either.

That’s why he had ignored it.

A familiar yet unfamiliar feeling!

The damp energy didn’t approach the Legion directly. It went under the bed.

Oh? Quite bold.

The Legion chuckled. He hadn’t expected it to invade this far.

Either it had guts,

Or it looked down on him.

Whatever it was, if it had invaded his sleeping quarters, he had to make a statement.

Knock before entering.

The Legion slowly raised his upper body. As he moved, an enormous sense of oppression began to emanate from him.

It was an authority that naturally arose after becoming a Dark Lord, forcing living and non-living things alike to bow their heads.