Magic Is Learned For Nothing [EN]: Chapter 282

Bizarre Omens 2

After Legion returned, the territory was abuzz.

The territory residents began to praise Legion even more.

“They tamed a wyvern, I heard.”

“No, they formed an alliance with the wyverns.”

“Wow! Does that mean we can see wyverns in our territory from now on?”

“I found out some amazing information. You know what it is?”

“What is it? They’re creating a Wyvern World.”

“What’s that?”

“I don’t know either. But it’s called Wyvern World.”

“Wow! That sounds really great.”

“Moreover, they say they’re building a Wyvern Aviation Center too.”

“What’s that again?”

“A large wyvern can pull a carriage and travel back and forth to the port city of CM [City Meridian]. The airfare is expensive, though.”

“Awesome! So, we can fly to the port city of CM in just a few hours?”

“But… wouldn’t a teleportation magic circle be better?”

“……”

“Hahaha! Still, it’s definitely a great event!”

“Ahhhhh! Yes, that’s right!”

In fact, Galileo, who has a great understanding of architecture, started the construction of the Wyvern Aviation Center with the workers.

Carriages that wyverns can carry on their backs were also being developed rapidly.

Economy class has 50 seats.

Business class has 10 seats.

First class has 5 seats.

The prices vary greatly.

Prestige requires a minimum payment of 100 gold.

Later on-

It is said that Legion didn’t ride Prestige because he thought it was a waste of money.

Everyone praises Legion.

So much that they sing his praises at every opportunity.

But no one has actually seen Legion.

The territory residents are becoming more and more curious about Legion.

* * *

“So… you can’t wear clothes because of your body heat?” Silcott asked Legion, a headache forming.

“Yeah.”

“What about the helmet?”

“It’s really weird.”

“Doesn’t it feel stuffy?”

“It’s stuffy.”

“Then why don’t you just take it off and feel refreshed?”

“It’s strange.”

Legion sighed briefly and took off his helmet. As soon as he did, exclamations erupted from here and there.

Especially the maids, including Hazel, moaned so loudly that they had to hold onto their skirts.

The Legion they knew was a short, chubby guy.

Before that, he was a pretty boy. So small and delicate that you couldn’t tell if he was a boy or a girl.

He was someone who seemed like he would break if you touched him…

One day, he became a pig.

Usually, people gradually gain weight, but the lord just woke up one day and was… different. It was a mystery even now.

That lord-

Became an unbelievably handsome man.

What’s the point of having the sun?

It doesn’t shine as brightly as the lord.

What’s the point of having moonlight?

It doesn’t inspire as much as the lord.

That’s perfect!

Only the face.

The discrepancy between the color of the face and the body’s skin felt like looking at a bizarre creature.

Only then did the servants realize why Legion had to wear a helmet.

It would be better to wear a helmet.

If he walked around in just his underwear with such a handsome face, he would be treated even more like a crazy person.

“Can’t it be fixed?” Silcott asked.

“I’m not sure, but I think there might be a way.”

“Can I ask what the method is?”

“There are two ways.”

“The first one?”

“Getting plastic surgery again.”

“I heard it’s incredibly difficult.”

“I know.”

Legion shuddered all over. If he had to wear armor again and endure it for six months…

He might kill that bastard. [Referring to the one who caused this situation]

That’s not living. But if the difficulty of the re-surgery is lower than that, it’s worth trying.

He can’t live like this forever.

“So, I sent an invitation to Sanka, the village chief of the Dark Elf village, asking him to come.”

“Sanka, the village chief of the Dark Elf village?”

“Yeah, to Sanka.”

Dark Elf Village.

Dark elves, who have long lives, witnessed a rare sight that they rarely see. No, to be honest, it was the first time they had ever seen it.

A skeleton was walking into the village with an envelope.

It was so amazing that no one stopped the skeleton.

The skeleton asked Rene, who was walking down the street.

-Boy, is this Black Elf Street 45, number 3?

“Yes? Ah, yes. Well.”

Rene stammered in embarrassment.

There are undead who can speak… but I never thought that a skeleton soldier, known to be lower than a zombie, could speak so fluently.

-Do you happen to know Sanka’s house? This is my first time here.

“It’s at the end of that alley.”

-Thank you, boy.

The skeleton smiled wickedly and moved on.

Rene was so shocked that he even forgot that Sanka was his father for a moment. A skeleton delivering letters.

Sanka was just as surprised.

Today is the day to get the youngest! [Likely referring to a family event or celebration]

Sanka, who was about to set off a splendid firework, was annoyed by the sound of someone suddenly knocking on the front door as if it would break.

This time, he changed the door to steel.

Legion had broken it twice, so he decided to change the door altogether.

He told him to come in without breaking it this time.

“Who is it!”

Sanka put on his gown and opened the front door. A skeleton was standing in front of him, smiling brightly.

-I’m the mailman. Are you Mr. Sanka?

Mailman?

It was the first time he had ever heard of such a job. It was the first time he had ever heard of such a job, and it was the first time he had ever known that a skeleton was doing it.

“Y-yes.”

-Here, I have a letter from Mr. Legion. Please sign here. Yes, there. Goodbye.

The skeleton left those words behind.

Sanka was so dumbfounded that he just stared at the back of the skeleton as it walked away, still holding the letter.

Silcott and his subordinates were just as dumbfounded when they heard that a skeleton had delivered a letter.

I can’t believe you can create such a job.

“The second method costs money.”

“Money?”

“Yeah, the world is wide. There was a wizard who knew how to make cosmetics that make the skin white.”

“There’s such a wizard?”

“Yeah, he’s probably the richest in the Magic Tower. Do you know about whitening [referring to skin whitening]?”

“I don’t know.”

Everyone nodded.

“He knows how to make such magical cosmetics. But it’s too expensive. So, I’m going to ask Sanka first, and if that doesn’t work, I’m going to buy cosmetics from Whitening.”

“That’s amazing. Magical cosmetics that change skin color.”

“It also removes blemishes and freckles.”

“Really?”

“Really. I heard that if you apply it to your chin, it will also create a V-line [a slim and defined jawline].”

The maids’ eyes sparkled at the word V-line.

It was something they could never afford with their salaries. Still, they hoped that the lord would give them one each as a year-end gift.

From now on, let’s not scold our handsome lord and treat him well.

* * *

The Blood Sand Desert in the southern region of the kingdom.

The beauties of the Railgun Treasure Hunter, who have become loyal followers of Legion, are working hard today.

They were thinking that this time, they must obtain a precious jewel and offer it to Lord Legion.

Of course, Legion had completely forgotten about the ugly women.

The only women Legion remembers are pretty women.

Unfortunately, he has not yet seen a woman who surpasses the beauty of Amadeus, who is already his cousin’s wife.

Kukukukukung!

Thanks to Legion’s decision, their combat power, which has greatly increased their basic stats, is already extraordinary. Their achievements were so high that they didn’t feel much danger from mediocre dungeons.

But this dungeon is quite difficult.

Ancient Dungeon.

Anyway, there was nothing easy about a dungeon with the word ‘ancient’ in it.

It took them almost two weeks to clear the ancient dungeon known as the Tomb of the Scorpion King. In the meantime, Tanto and Harpoon were bitten by scorpions and suffered serious internal injuries.

But who are they?

They were S-class treasure hunters.

After catching the resurrected Scorpion King, they were able to get something in their hands.

“What the hell is this?”

It is a black, sparkling jewel.

No magic power flowed out, but the feeling was not good.

Treasure hunters, including Napalm, value their senses very much. It was no exaggeration to say that they had survived until now because of their senses, which changed from time to time, rather than perfect plans.

Their instinct was to ‘pretend they didn’t know about it and just go back’.

“I have a bad feeling about this.”

Tomahawk was the least sensitive of the party members. Even he said a word.

“I think so too, brother. But… it’s the jewel that the Scorpion King was hiding until the end. He didn’t say a word about it. It’s a very, very important item.”

“That’s right. It seems to be a very important item. But can we handle it?” Harpoon asked.

“I don’t know.”

Napalm picked up the black jewel while wearing gloves. There was something inside the black jewel.

“What’s inside?”

“What?”

“Do you have a light magic tool?”

“I have one.”

“Turn it on.”

Ram took out a light magic tool, an essential tool for dungeon exploration, from her chest and turned it on. Then, the slightly dark dungeon became quite bright. Only then could they clearly see what was inside the black jewel.

It was a very small arm.

Should I say it’s smaller than a fingernail?

However, it was clear that this ominous energy was coming from that arm.

“It seems to be something great?”

“I guess so.”

“Let’s take it to the boss.”

“I think that would be better. I don’t think it’s something we should have.”

The party members nodded.

Napalm, who had received unanimous consent, put the black jewel in a palm-sized box that could seal magic power. She put it in her bag, but the ominous feeling that had started once could not be stopped.

* * *

A laboratory a little away from the Legion mansion.

It was a laboratory that Legion had given him, saying that he must revive the Bone Dragon. The inside of the laboratory was filled with the bones of the Bone Dragon taken from the subspace.

Legion patted Shuttle on the shoulder and said.

“It’s okay, it’s okay. You have to have pressure. If you lose to the pressure, you’re dead to me? Anyway, it’s a Bone Dragon that has been revived once, so how difficult can it be? Raising skeletons is difficult at first, but easy the second time, right?”

Crazy! I was talking about skeleton soldiers, not skeleton dragons?

Shuttle bowed his head about 40 degrees and rubbed his hands diligently.

“So, research with peace of mind. It’ll take a month, right? You can make 100 skeleton soldiers in a month, right? A Bone Dragon is less than 100 skeleton soldiers, right?”

“Ehehe-! Yes, well.”

“Okay, cheer up. My heart is as wide as the sea and as generous as the universe, but if you don’t keep your promise, you’re dead.”

“Ehehehehehe-! I will definitely do it.”

Shuttle answered with a servile smile.

My life is only a month away.

“Anyway, it’s not a very difficult task, but I hope you can put in what I want.”

What is this bastard going to say again?

“What… is it?”

“First of all, you have to listen to me carefully.”

“The Bone Dragon… has to listen to the boss?”

“Of course. What’s the point of reviving a Bone Dragon that doesn’t listen? What if that bastard fires a breath at the territory? It’s all over. I was promoted to Count, but it’s all gone.”

That’s right.

That’s right, but then don’t tell me to revive the Bone Dragon. You’ve already given me an impossible mission… and what kind of bullshit are you adding to it?

“Why are you making that face? I know, I know.”

Legion saw Shuttle’s desperate expression and put his arm around his shoulder.

“You mean it’s difficult in a month?”

“…T-that’s… yes, a little….”

“You bastard, why wouldn’t I know that? I’ll put up with it. But I want to see the Bone Dragon revived before Christmas comes. The Bone Dragon is wearing a Santa hat and giving gifts to the children? How fantastic is that.”

“If it’s Christmas… there are only a few months left.”

“Yeah, there are only a few months left. So, don’t feel pressured. But this Christmas. It’s going to be really fun, right?”

Legion came all the time.

He seems to have nothing to do. He pressured Shuttle by saying that Christmas is not far away. A day has passed.

He’s really a boss, but he’s a bad bastard.

Since when, my heart drops when I hear the sound of the door. I wake up in the middle of the night and pretend to be studying.

I even had a nosebleed a few days ago.

I didn’t even have a nosebleed when I was preparing for college entrance exams…

I’m scared that I might have a terminal illness.

My stomach hurt so much that I went to the temple and they said it was acute stress.

Damn it!

I’m going to die first at this rate.