Magic Is Learned For Nothing [EN]: Chapter 419

# 420

Flipping the Palm 2

Pretia carefully observed Legion.

He was incredibly handsome.

Among the humans she had seen in her over 2,000 years of life, he was definitely in the top three in terms of looks.

Once, a thousand years ago.

She fell for a handsome man and gave him everything.

Everything!

Everything… all she had.

Bastard.

After all that, he even stole her family heirloom and ran away?

She caught him and sent him straight to hell.

The second time was…

That stalker!

Alexander de Recordian.

In truth, she had nothing to do with that man.

She liked his friend. But the man who was interested in her kept his distance, and Alexander de Recordian stuck to her side.

Bastard.

She tried to kill him several times.

That bastard was a cockroach in human form. He never died.

Even though he used Polymorph [a spell to change form], she had never seen a human withstand a dragon’s attacks so consistently.

That guy chased after her until the end.

A situation arose where a Red Dragon was running away from a human.

Eventually, she got genuinely annoyed. She unleashed 8th circle magic with the intention to kill.

Surprisingly…

He didn’t die.

Instead, he came back even stronger.

The sound of him saying ‘I’ll be back!’ every time he was defeated haunted her dreams.

In the end, Pretia transformed into her true form.

-Even after this, am I still your match? You reckless fool! I am a Red Dragon! So please, just get lost!

“Hahaha, that appearance is the best. I will become the strongest human. So, to be my match, you have to be a Red Dragon.”

-You crazy bastard!

The Red Dragon ran away.

There’s a saying among humans that you avoid something because you’re afraid of getting it on you.

No one understands the meaning of that saying as deeply as I do.

Pretia went into seclusion like that.

If other members of her race knew that the fearsome Red Dragon was hiding from a human, they would have clutched their stomachs laughing. No, they wouldn’t have believed it at all.

Considering that, Pretia stayed holed up in her lair, never coming out.

Until Alexander de Recordian reached the end of his lifespan and died.

Even after quite a bit of time had passed, Pretia didn’t come out of her lair.

Alexander de Recordian was a superhuman. She didn’t think such a human would die easily.

Was she scared?

Isn’t it obvious?

Put yourself in my shoes. Who wouldn’t be scared?

There’s no cure for a madman.

But…

Why does that handsome kid smell like him?

Even though they don’t resemble each other by one in a billionth.

Why… why?

“Kid.”

Pretia called out to Legion.

Legion pointed at himself with his index finger.

“Yes, you.”

“Calling me ‘kid’ when we’ve just met…”

“Does it bother you?”

“I was about to be, but I stopped myself. Why? Miss.”

It was their first meeting.

Yet, they were quite conscious of each other.

It felt like they were the kind of opponents they had been desperately searching for.

To be precise, Pretia had been looking for Legion.

Legion felt an endless sense of unease from Pretia. After becoming a Grand Master [a title for knights and warriors who reach the 8-star level], he had never failed to scan an opponent before.

Even Duke Trebia, he had accurately identified as a Grand Master.

The only thing he couldn’t measure was how different he was compared to himself.

The outcome of their fight was unknown.

But from Pretia, he couldn’t feel anything at all.

Is magic measurement possible?

Legion urgently asked Mark.

-Trying it now.

Do it quickly. There’s no time.

-Don’t rush me. I was surprised too.

Legion was smiling, but he felt his heart pounding. He could handle a fully armored Shaped Warrior [a warrior enhanced by magic]. It would be a bit troublesome, but he would have no problem subduing him.

But not this woman.

So that’s it.

This woman is the leader of these guys.

Is she a mage?

What’s certain is that she’s above the 8th circle [a level of magical power].

A Grand Archmage.

Yes, there’s a high probability she’s a Grand Archmage.

Grand Archmage.

Knights and warriors who reach the 8-star level are called Grand Masters.

Then what do you call mages who reach the 8th circle?

They’re simply called Grand Mages.

Someone once asked, ‘How about Grand Archmage?’ Many mages opposed it.

They said not to give them such a title when they haven’t even seen the ultimate of magic.

Someone asked again.

“Then what do you call a great mage who has reached the 9th circle? Just a 9th circle mage?”

That couldn’t be.

Knights also have the great title of Grand Master.

In the history of mankind, there was only one great mage who reached the 9th circle.

Maruchi.

People called him Grand Archmage.

In other words, Grand Archmage is a level that is even more difficult to reach than Grand Master.

Therefore, the possibility of that red-haired woman being a Grand Archmage was very low.

Low, but…

Legion thought there was a high possibility. His instincts were pointing that way.

-Ah, I’m going crazy.

Why? Is the measurement done?

-It’s done, but…

How much is it? 8th circle?

-Nope.

Don’t tell me it’s really 9th circle?

-Nope.

If it’s neither of those, then what is it?

-Don’t be surprised.

I won’t be.

-Mana…

Mana what?

-Mana infinite.

…

Legion was momentarily speechless. Did I hear wrong? Is that even possible? Was there even a term called infinite mana?

Does that make sense?

-There’s only one being in the human realm that can generate mana infinitely.

What is it?

-Don’t you know?

Legion thought for a moment.

A life form in the human realm that can generate mana infinitely. There’s only one.

A dragon?

-Bingo.

Oh my god! So, the woman in front of me is a dragon?

-That’s right.

They say you can distinguish a dragon’s race by their hair color?

-Half right and half wrong. When they Polymorph, their original hair color comes out. But if they use bleaching magic, changing their hair color is very easy.

What about the person in front of me?

-I’m not sure.

Whatever race she is, she’s definitely a dragon?

-Probably.

Oh crap, what should I do?

Instantly, Legion’s mind raced at the speed of tachyons [hypothetical particles that travel faster than light].

He hadn’t thought so intensely in recent times.

The opponent in front of him is a dragon.

Then who is this armored man receiving shaping magic? A servant? He looks like he’s at least 7-star. I feel a bit sorry for him. Well, he can’t say anything since his opponent is a dragon.

-If you’re unlucky, you might get caught and become a servant too.

I know, I know.

-Anyway, the plan to capture all the hostage-takers is definitely scrapped.

Scrapped?

-Then?

It’s a modification.

-Modification?

Yeah.

“Miss.”

Legion smiled brightly as he looked at Pretia. As his lips turned upwards, his teeth, as white as snow, were visible. If his teeth had been yellow here, no one would have been moved.

His eyes sparkled.

When he smiled, the surroundings brightened. Suddenly, a non-existent girl squad appeared and shouted, ‘Oppa! Oppa! [Korean term used by younger women to address older brothers or male friends]’

Even Pretia, who was usually unfazed, blushed slightly.

“Miss?”

“Yes, Miss. Are you perhaps a younger sibling?”

“No. You’re probably the older one.”

She was over 2,000 years old… but she didn’t want to be called grandma by Legion.

“My name is Janus.”

“Janus?”

“Yes.”

Pretia looked at Donedechman. Do you know?

Donedechman nodded slightly. And then he whispered softly.

“Do you perhaps know this song?”

“What?”

“Super Express Janus. Super Express Janus. Su-su-su-su-super Express Janus.”

Pretia stared at Donedechman with a dumbfounded expression. What a crazy bastard.

“Bards sing songs praising that guy. It’s very popular.”

“So?”

“The reason he’s famous is because he’s Omucheon of Neck House [a powerful figure or organization].”

“Really?”

“Yes.”

“Hoo.”

Pretia looked at Legion again. Omucheon, huh.

Figures comparable to the Seven Great Enemies of the Kingdom that the Baroque Kingdom boasts.

She never imagined he would be so young. Even at most, he’s in his early 20s. Such a person is Omucheon?

Pretia used a scanning spell to examine Legion’s body.

Her beautiful brow furrowed slightly.

Mana measurement is not possible.

That doesn’t make sense. The only one she couldn’t measure was that damn Alexander de Recordian.

Recently…

Ah, she remembered another idiot she didn’t want to think about. She suspected he might be a descendant of Recordian.

What was his name again?

Ah! Dreizher.

She knew for sure.

She should never associate with disgustingly fierce-looking human men.

The person named Dreizher was also incredibly strong. He was probably among the stronger ones in the human realm.

But he was no match for her. His stats were easily measurable, it would be funnier if she lost.

However, the stats of the handsome young man named Janus were impossible to gauge.

There are only two possibilities in this case.

He’s stronger than her common sense allows.

Or his mana is weaker than her common sense allows.

The second case is not possible.

If he had no mana, he wouldn’t have been able to make the 6-star warrior Jack Nitzer look like that.

Then…

Is he so strong that even a dragon like herself can’t measure his abilities at the young age of only 20?

Does that make sense?

She had seen countless humans in her 2,000 years.

She had met all kinds of geniuses.

Yet, she had never seen such an absurd case as this. Not being able to accurately determine the opponent’s abilities with her own abilities.

Legion and Pretia.

They are wary of each other.

“Janus is famous as a negotiator.”

Donedechman said.

“A negotiator. So, you’re a negotiator, huh?”

“Well, that’s how it is.”

“Okay, negotiator Janus. You know what we’re going to do, right?”

“Of course, I know.”

“Put 200 million gold in our hands. Then we’ll quietly retreat. But if you try to cut even 1 gold, the lives of the numerous hostages there will fly away. Including your kingdom’s first prince.”

“I know that too.”

“Now, shall we hear it? Negotiator Janus’s proposal? If you talk nonsense, your handsome face will get a severe scratch.”

“I understand. Then I’ll make my first proposal.”

Pretia crossed her arms and looked at Legion. Her gaze had softened a lot, but she didn’t let her guard down.

If that bastard played tricks, she was going to cast an earthquake spell right away and send him to the abyss.

It’s a shame about his handsome face, but his face doesn’t give her 200 million gold.

“Let me join too.”

“…”

“…”

Pretia and Donedechman looked at each other’s faces. Did we hear wrong?

“What?”

Pretia asked again.

“Let me join your gang.”

“You?”

“Yes, me.”

“Did you hurt your head before coming here?”

“No.”

“Then does what we’re doing look like a joke to you?”

“Of course not. I’m Super Express Janus.”

“Okay, Super Express Janus. If you’re talking nonsense, you better be prepared.”

“Absolutely not. It’s 200 million gold. A huge amount that would take several years of Neck House’s finances to make.”

“So?”

“Isn’t life only once? Is there anyone here living life twice?”

“…”

Pretia and Donedechman finally understood exactly what Legion was saying.

They had met many crazy people.

But this was definitely the first time they had met such a crazy person.

Behind Janus, 10,000 regular troops were stationed. Their leader was the famous Duke Trebia.

Objectively, it was an undeniably enormous force.

And the words that the guy who appeared with such a force behind him was saying…

Was to become the same gang?

“Are you out of your mind?”

“Of course. And if I join, we can raise the stakes to 300 million gold.”

“What? Is that true?”

“Yes. Since we’ve started, let’s go all the way.”

Legion smiled brightly as he looked at Pretia and Donedechman.

Pretia and Donedechman felt a chill run down their spines for some reason.

The man named Super Express Janus, whom they met for the first time today.

Can they really trust him?