Magic Is Learned For Nothing [EN]: Chapter 423

Magic is Learned for Nothing – 424

# 424

Madness Opens Its Eyes 2

Legion was humming, thinking about the 400 million gold. Without realizing it, his feet lifted off the ground.

He suppressed the urge to bounce with superhuman will.

“Boss.”

Shuttle sighed deeply and said,

“What?”

“Wipe your drool.”

“Huh? Why?”

“You’re drooling.”

Legion wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

“Oh, really.”

“Do I ever lie? Why are you so happy anyway?”

“Something good happened.”

“Can’t you tell me a little bit? They say sharing joy doubles it, and sharing sorrow halves it.”

“Wow!”

Legion looked at Shuttle with a surprised expression. His face seemed to say, ‘You know such sophisticated words?’

Shuttle bristled.

“Even if I look like this, I’m a 6th Circle Necromancer. Don’t you know you have to be really smart to reach the 6th Circle?”

“But aren’t all the servants in our territory 6th Circle?”

“That’s because they’re overpowered characters.”

“Aren’t the others similar?”

“…Please compare us to other territories, not your own. Your territory is insane.”

“I don’t know other territories. Count Persimmon? No, Marquis now. What about his territory?”

Shuttle recalled Marquis Persimmon, who was called the Overlord of the North. Including the knight commander Queens, who assisted him, and the Lion Knights.

Ah~! Crap!

They were monsters too.

If Legion’s territory didn’t have its monster army or exclusive servants, they would have been the strongest in the North.

“Ah, never mind. I shouldn’t have said anything. Just keep it to yourself.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

“You really don’t want me to tell you?”

“I said it’s okay.”

“There might be some crumbs for you too.”

“Just crumbs.”

“I might give you about 0.001 percent.”

“Seriously.”

Shuttle looked at Legion with a dumbfounded expression. Not 10 percent, but 0.001 percent?

“Ptooey! Ptooey! Ptooey! I’m too good for that. I don’t want it. Do whatever you want.”

Shuttle spat on the floor and rubbed it with his foot.

Watching them, the Profiler wore an incredulous expression.

No matter how he looked at it, it wasn’t the relationship between a boss and an employee.

The master-servant relationship was clear, but…

What should he say?

There was much more familiarity.

Duke Legion?

How many people in the entire kingdom could treat a duke like that? (It’s all like that in the territory. The Profiler was very surprised when he went to the territory).

Duke Legion…

What kind of person is he?

He wanted to know.

Gulp.

“Huh?”

Shuttle was startled when he saw the Profiler.

“Why?”

“The headmaster swallowed while looking at the boss.”

“What?”

“He looked at the boss with a lecherous gaze, licked his lips, and swallowed.”

“Hey, you son of a, say something that makes sense.”

“I’m serious. It was like a wolf eyeing a roe deer.”

“I’m the roe deer?”

“Yes, the headmaster is the wolf.”

Legion and Shuttle looked at the Profiler at the same time.

The Profiler’s face turned red, and he didn’t know what to do. He was dumbfounded.

Someone, please explain why he had to become a wolf and President Le a roe deer.

He seriously felt that he was getting caught up in the words of these crazy bastards.

“That’s not it.”

“Why did you look at him with a lecherous gaze? Do you have some ulterior motive towards President Le?”

The Profiler stared blankly at Shuttle. This bastard either has no sense or is crazy. How can he drive a person like this?

It’s really easy to make a person a fool.

Especially when you’re with a crazy bastard like this.

“That’s really not it. I’m just curious about what kind of place His Excellency the Duke’s territory is.”

“And you made that expression?”

“Everyone has different ways of expressing themselves.”

“Hmm, I guess.”

“By the way, how much money are you receiving this time, Your Excellency?”

The Profiler forcibly changed the subject. He wasn’t really interested, but he couldn’t help it because of Shuttle’s persistence.

“400 million gold.”

“4…how much?”

“400 million gold. 200 million gold of that is mine.”

“……”

“Why are you making those faces?”

“Is that a joke?”

“Why would I joke about that?”

“Does that kind of money even exist?”

“Of course. They said they’d give it to me.”

“400 million gold? Who?”

“Duke Trebia.”

“Ah~! 400 million gold.”

Shuttle felt like his mind was collapsing at the words 400 million gold. 0.001 percent. Even that much from 400 million gold would be enormous. Let’s calculate it. 400 million multiplied by 0.001 percent is how much?

“……”

Let’s give up.

He can’t calculate it.

Anyway, it’s quite a lot of money.

Ugh, I should have just said I’d take it.

The Profiler also blankly watched Legion’s back. He was afraid of how far this man’s ability to receive 400 million gold with a few words would go.

Someone said.

War is the worst option; the best option is to win by exploiting the opponent’s weaknesses.

Legion’s current appearance was exactly like that.

Receiving 400 million gold without fighting?

It’s truly an amazing thing.

But something no one expected happened.

* * *

“W-what is this?”

Legion’s face turned pitch black. He felt like 400 million gold was flying away right before his eyes.

Before his eyes lay the corpse of Prince Pelle of the Neck House Kingdom, who had been stabbed in the side and killed.

“He’s dead.”

“I know, but why?”

“That bastard killed him.”

Prettia glanced at Legion and pointed to a man.

On the surface, he looked very innocent. But his eyes were sometimes chilling.

“He pierced his lungs with a single strike. It went right through here. Professional skill.”

Prettia pointed to one side of his side. And she reenacted the scene of it going straight through.

In one go, swoosh-

It happened before anyone could stop it. Prince Pelle didn’t even scream properly. With a short ‘Ack!’ he trembled and dropped his head.

With this, the last royal of Neck House died.

Unintentionally, he had cut off the lifeline of Neck House, which valued bloodlines.

Now that one dynasty has ended, a new dynasty must be established. He could vividly imagine how much turmoil there would be in the meantime, as if watching a live video in his head.

A tremendous number of people will die.

Whether they are involved in this or not, countless people will be strung together like dried fish and beheaded.

To erase the traces of the former dynasty, more than 2/3 of the nobles will disappear.

Maybe even more.

In any case, it was certain that this place would fall into a much more intense storm than the Baroque Kingdom, where internal affairs had been devastated by the civil war caused by the Public King.

Because of whom?

Because of that bastard.

“Argh! You son of a bitch!”

Legion kicked the crouching man in the face. The words, ‘What about my 400 million gold!’ swirled in his mouth. He wasn’t relieved, so he stomped on him a few more times.

“Look at him. Look at his eyes.”

The man glared at Legion viciously.

“Hey, was he always like this?”

“Yeah, he’s got some guts.”

“Did you find out why he did it?”

“Not yet.”

“Why?”

“I was going to do it when you came.”

Prettia looked at Legion with a meaningful gaze.

Legion met Prettia’s gaze with an uneasy look. What’s her scheme?

“Do it.”

“Do what?”

“Torture him or whatever. You can use mental magic too.”

“Isn’t you better at it?”

He was indirectly saying, ‘You’re a dragon.’

Was that too strong of a word? What if she gets upset? Oh well, whatever happens, happens.

“Do you know about my identity?”

“I’m just guessing. How many beings in the world have such ridiculous magic power?”

“You’re the first person to be able to measure my magic power. Amazing.”

“Thank you for the compliment. You’re not going to chop off my head because of that, are you?”

“No, you’re quite cute. I don’t kill cute creatures very often. I mean, I try not to. If you get too cocky, I’ll crush you with tears in my eyes.”

“Ah, maybe it’s because it’s coming from your lips, but it’s so sexy.”

“What?”

“It’s so sexy it tingles. You’re the best.”

Prettia couldn’t help but let out a chuckle. This unhateable kid. How cute he is compared to that bastard.

She looked at Donteckman and Jack Nicher, who were huddled in the corner, watching her.

She had searched the world for years to find him. Gradually, her anger turned into affection, and when she met him, she was so happy that she hugged him. (To be exact, Legion was running around under the name Donteckman. Thanks to that, Prettia, who had been mistaken, changed her target from Legion to Donteckman and searched for him.)

But he’s more feeble than she thought.

Frankly, she doesn’t like him.

She felt wronged that she had searched the human realm like lice for years to find such a bastard.

But what can she do?

She had already decided to be with him.

But after meeting Legion, those feelings were greatly relieved. He only does pretty things.

She wanted to catch this child and make him a guardian.

If he ever died, she could make a taxidermy and look at his face whenever she thought of him.

From Legion’s point of view, Prettia was nonchalantly thinking creepy thoughts.

“Anyway, do it.”

“Me?”

“Yeah. Let’s see your skills.”

Prettia brought a chair and sat on it backwards. She put her arms on the armrests, rested her chin on them, and looked back and forth between Legion and the man who killed Pelle.

-What are you going to do?

What do you mean, what am I going to do?

-If it’s that woman, she’ll know how many circles of magic you’re using as soon as you use magic.

I have a secret weapon.

-Grand Master?

Yeah, let’s hide that.

-Okay. Then make the performance as flashy as possible. It might be a good idea to imprint on them that you’re an 8th Circle mage.

I’ll keep that in mind.

Legion nodded and cast the 8th Circle illusion magic he could use.

“Daytime drinking makes you not even recognize your parents [an idiom meaning someone is acting recklessly].”

In an instant, the man’s eyes turned hazy. Then, the scene Legion wanted to know became a hologram and spread out in the hallway.

It was amazing.

The events the man had experienced were being recreated without a single word being missed.

The mercenaries and hostages around him couldn’t close their mouths as they watched the amazing sight.

Originally, the man was Pelle’s servant.

But that was just the job that was shown on the surface.

There was also a scene of the man receiving harsh training. The king’s servants are trained to die in place of the king in case of an emergency.

They don’t receive training to kill people like they do now.

It was similar to assassination training.

The instructor was wearing a black mask, so he didn’t know him well.

And hundreds of men who had completed their training went to someone and knelt down.

Amazing.

Wasn’t that Canary, the third in the kingdom’s hierarchy?

Canary sent his assassins as servants to all the nobles and royals.

Watching the scene, Legion also clicked his tongue.

And the assassination order was issued here. The assassination order was simple.

Someone shot a flame of a certain color from the encirclement.

Eliminate the VVIP [Very Very Important Person].

That’s how it happened.

“Ah, these crazy bastards. This is a disaster.”

Legion tore at his hair.

“Why?”

“Actually, the royal family of the Neck House Kingdom has been wiped out.”

What kind of nonsense is that?

Even Prettia, who was usually unfazed, narrowed her brows at the absurd words.

How much more would the others be?

“Huh?”

“What does that mean?”

The mercenaries asked urgently.

“I don’t know exactly what happened. But a lot of people were hurt and killed. In the meantime, the king and princes seem to have died en masse [all at once].”

“T-then?”

“That’s right. The First Prince, who is lying dead there, was our lifeline. If they find out that prince is dead… Duke Trebia will chase us to hell.”

Everyone was speechless at Legion’s words.

Now the situation has changed.

The checkmate was on this side.

Since they had lost their most powerful card, there was nothing they could do.

“This is a disaster… What should we do?”

It seems that Prettia doesn’t have any good ideas either.

400 million gold?

It flew away like a bird.

Now was not the time to think about money.

The moment they know Pelle is dead-

They will advance towards this place without hesitation. How many people will be able to escape?

Wouldn’t everyone die except for the Red Dragon Prettia, who can personally open a portal?

“Let’s not be too discouraged.”

Legion said.

Despite the very desperate situation, he did not lose his smile.

“Why? Do you have any good ideas?”

“How did we get here… We must steal 400 million gold.”

Everyone frowned and looked at Legion.

This money-crazed bastard.

Does he not recognize the situation?