Magic Is Learned For Nothing [EN]: Chapter 477

Living in Hell 1

The ministers of the Vampire Kingdom shuddered slightly. Some openly expressed their dissatisfaction.

Did I hear wrong?

What did our Queen just say?

The Vampire Kingdom of the Far North is the sacred place where the first true vampires were born.

This place was a sanctuary.

Abandon such a place?

Yes.

Everyone knows that the enemies are powerful. The fall of the Lycanthrope Kingdom means that they are likely to suffer the same fate.

But we must not leave this place.

We must die here if we have to die, and live here if we have to live.

That was the thought of the old vampires who had lived for thousands of years.

“That’s a good idea, Your Majesty.”

Lucas agreed.

“A good idea? That’s impossible. Sir Lucas, where are we going if we abandon this sacred place?”

Vampire Priest Scratch said.

He usually attended to Sharonz with great care, but now he seemed quite dissatisfied.

“Can we stay here and stop those monsters?”

“We imported quite a few weapons from Duke Legion. We’ve already planted thousands of magic bullets called mines at the front. Sir Lucas, you must know their tremendous power. Her Majesty and I have witnessed the power of the mines. We also have a number of other weapons.”

“I don’t know what they are, but if they are weapons sold by Duke Legion, they must have considerable power. It’s not that I don’t trust Duke Legion. He is a benefactor of our kingdom. I would give my life for him. But!”

“But?”

“Even Duke Legion couldn’t have predicted this. This is proportional to experience. Only old ginger knows [an idiom meaning only the experienced understand]. You’ve all heard of the Dark Tower, haven’t you?”

Lucas asked Scratch and the older ministers.

Most of them had heard of the legendary undead at least once.

“Dark Towers, Bone Dragons, Moving Continents, Salamander’s Chariots, etc., are undead that send chills down your spine just by hearing about them. But you all know that these guys with national-level power are not in their final evolved form.”

Sharonz and the young vampire ministers were shocked by Lucas’s words.

They had seen exactly one Dark Tower.

They also saw how that Dark Tower was destroying the walls of the Lycanthrope Kingdom.

It was called a tower, but it was a living, moving creature of death.

But-

This terrifying thing is not in its final evolved form?

“They devour countless races indiscriminately. They are not the same as us undead. Humans consider us one of the undead races, but to be clear, we also have life. We are completely different from those who were born solely for the purpose of destruction. Do you know what I mean?”

“You mean those monsters will use us as food too?”

“While razing the Lycanthrope Kingdom, they evolved into 3rd class undead. Dark Towers, which are 2nd class superior undead, were also born. What will happen if they devour us all?”

“Does that mean they could be born as something more?”

“Of course. God-level undead! Undead beyond imagination, like the Dark Phoenix, will appear. The continent will be devastated. Fighting here at the cost of our lives will only benefit them.”

“So, we should abandon the sacred place…”

“We are not abandoning it. It’s just a retreat.”

“Where are we retreating to?”

“Isn’t it obvious? To the human we can trust.”

“Duke Legion? We vampires number over 200,000. Will he really take us in?”

“Let’s just barge in.”

“Barge in?”

“Let’s just grab his trouser legs and beg him to save us.”

“T-That’s such a vulgar act…”

“What if it’s a little vulgar? We can save 200,000 of our people. What’s wrong with kneeling a little? And if I know Duke Legion, he will never turn us away.”

“How can you be so sure?”

“Because he’s a typical softie on the inside.”

“What makes you say that…”

“He can’t turn away the weak.”

“Are you saying we’re weak?”

The vampire ministers swallowed a groan. They didn’t want to admit that they were weaker than humans.

Everyone liked Duke Legion. But they had a hidden thought that they could win if they fought with all their might.

“Now, think about it. He must be incredibly strong. Otherwise, we and they will all be destroyed by that terrifying monster army. So, let’s pray. Let’s pray that Duke Legion’s power is much stronger than ours.”

All the citizens of the Vampire Kingdom left the city.

Knowing that the war had already begun, they came out of the city without much confusion.

The survivors of the Lycanthrope Kingdom also joined them.

About 15,000 people.

Most of them were women and children.

Originally, there were about 10,000 elderly people, but they gave their lives to help the women and children escape.

Out of 250,000 Lycanthropes, only they survived.

The children did not cry. Their eyes were filled with hatred, so much that they could not be seen as children.

They clearly witnessed how their fathers, husbands, sons, and younger brothers were dying.

They were filled with fear and despair as they watched the Dark Tower, which appeared from the huge flames and had an unimaginable height.

But now, they were filled with guilt rather than relief.

Surely!

Surely they would take revenge on those monsters!

Surely they would find those who caused this and chew them to the bone!

Sharonz, who started heading south with the survivors of the Lycanthropes and vampires, looked at Elsa, the newly built capital of the Vampire Kingdom.

There were still 1,000 mobile units left in the castle. She could only hope that they would get out of the castle safely.

“They’ll be fine.”

Lucas comforted Sharonz.

“I hope at least half of them survive.”

“They are capable enough.”

Sharonz nodded briefly and started walking again.

There was no time.

She had already called Legion before leaving.

“Please help us.”

-Huh? What’s wrong?

“The Lycanthrope Kingdom has been destroyed by the undead army raised by the Stone Head Church. We’re next. They’re much stronger than we thought.”

-Hmm.

Legion’s shallow groan was heard over the phone.

“You’ll help us, right?”

She didn’t ask for help. She stated definitively that he would help.

She was afraid that Legion might refuse. No matter how much Legion was an ally, there was a high possibility that he was in trouble himself. He had to save himself first to help them.

-Looks like it’s a pretty dangerous situation?

“It’s not just dangerous. Only 15,000 Lycanthropes survived. There’s no guarantee that we won’t be like that too.”

-Okay. Come to our territory. It’s better to join forces.”

“Thank you.”

Sharonz breathed a sigh of relief. She had vowed to help him, but the situation had changed. Still, it was a relief that he accepted them.

She kept owing him favors.

Someday…

Someday…

When he gets married, she should give him a lot of congratulatory money. There would be no chance to help him with force. He likes money, so he would be happy if she gave him a lot of congratulatory money.

Or should she send him on a full package trip to a country called Maldives in the West Continent?

That wouldn’t be bad either.

“But what is this?”

Sharonz, who was walking, saw a frozen statue. It looked like a human had been frozen solid after being hit directly by a blizzard.

“Wearing short sleeves while coming to the Far North. Is he crazy?”

Lucas shook his head as he looked at the frozen statue.

The vampire race and the Lycanthropes passed by the statue.

The statue became a sign of someone who had lost their way in the Far North.

No one knows his name.

No one knows why he froze to death there.

All sorts of stories were made about him.

He had to find herbs in the Far North to cure his sick daughter. The father came to the Far North to find the herbs. But he couldn’t withstand the cold of the Far North and froze to death.

The mother, unable to wait for her father, finds her ex-boyfriend and borrows money to buy the herbs.

The daughter recovers from her illness.

The father did not return-

The mother remarries her ex-boyfriend, which is a constructive and instructive story.

In addition to that, various stories were made.

But none of them were true.

The one who froze to death was Duke Trebia, who had lost his mind in anger and was wandering the world in search of the super-special Janus.

It was a very anticlimactic end for a character who had been important enough to form a rivalry with Legion for a while.

“Did they send Duke Trebia away like this to reduce the amount [referring to the word count or page count of the story]?”

Sharonz asked Lucas.

“I heard it briefly, but that’s not it. That’s how he was supposed to die.”

“I thought they would have an unprecedented fight with Duke Legion.”

“The author probably didn’t want to write their fight.”

“Could Duke Trebia be resurrected and attack Duke Legion?”

“Absolutely not.”

“How can you be so sure?”

“It’s the final volume now. It’s the climax. He can’t come out again. So, forget about Duke Trebia now. He’s dead.”

“Well, I understand. He’s a bit of a waste of a character. He would have been quite active if it had gone up to 1000 chapters.”

“It can’t be helped. This is the competition of a capitalist society. Now, let’s hurry up and go. We need to hurry to get even one more cut [referring to a share of profits or resources].”

“Okay.”

Sharonz nodded and hurried south to Duke Legion’s territory.

A few days later.

Hundreds of thousands of undead legions attacked Elsa, the city of the Vampire Kingdom.

The undead, who had evolved by devouring a huge number of Lycanthropes, were swarming.

They advanced towards the open gate like a flood.

And-

The mines and all kinds of magic bullets planted inside and outside the castle exploded at the same time.

Kukukukukung!

The beautiful city of Elsa, which the vampires had been restoring for a long time, was once again engulfed in huge flames.

* * *

Legion couldn’t close his gaping mouth as he watched the flood of refugees.

“How many?”

Legion asked Silcott.

“Currently, it’s over 500,000. But it is estimated that it will exceed 1 million within 3 days.”

Even if you combine the entire duchy, it doesn’t reach 100,000. It was a very small number of people for a duchy.

Originally, this place was known for being barren.

When Legion was a baron, the number of people in the territory was only a few hundred.

He knew the names and faces of each person in the village.

The situation was so bad that in winter, there were not enough men to stop the monsters crossing the palisade, so he had to hire soldiers to fight.

But 500,000.

The number of refugees will reach 1 million in 3 days?

How can he feed them all?

If they start eating up the duchy’s food like a swarm of locusts, there was a risk that it would be over in just a few days.

In a moment of carelessness, it would collapse from the inside before fighting the enemy.

“Not everyone is a refugee.”

“Then?”

“About half of them are nobles who will join us. The surviving nobles from all over the country have come here. They have airlifted quite a bit of food. At least they won’t have to worry about food for a while.”

Still, 500,000 remain.

Oh! This is driving me crazy.

“Why are they all coming here? They can go to Duke Sizinpi’s duchy.”

“Ah, I didn’t tell you.”

“What?”

“His Majesty King Lauzel and Duke Sizinpi will also join us here.”

“…….”

Legion was speechless.

No, why?

Why are you tormenting me like this!

“No! It’s going to be very uncomfortable. Right! There’s Marquis Persimmon. Send them there.”

Marquis Persimmon’s territory, like this place, was also under construction.

The magic that had been planned for 10 years was being completed in just a few days everywhere.

Because their lives were at stake, everyone stepped forward.

Marquis Persimmon was building walls in three layers.

Triple walls.

30 layers of magic defense.

Over 100,000 troops were tightly surrounding Marquis Persimmon’s territory.

But that place, like Legion’s duchy, was suffering from a flood of refugees.

This was due to the difference in awareness.

There were still many nobles who trusted Marquis Persimmon more than Duke Legion.

They chose the Overlord of the North, Marquis Persimmon, over the great traitor Duke Legion.

Thanks to that, Marquis Persimmon’s territory was also in a state of saturation.

“Here’s a call.”

Silcott held out his cell phone.

“Whose call is it?”

“You’ll know when you answer it.”

Legion answered the phone.

“Hello.”

-Your Excellency, Duke!

“Who is this?”

-It’s me. Marquis Persimmon, Your Excellency, Duke.

“Ah, hello.”

Legion’s title was higher than Marquis Persimmon’s. Therefore, as Legion, who belonged to the Marquis when he was Count Persimmon, it was not easy to lower his words.

The same was true for Marquis Persimmon.

As a result, their conversation became a strange form that was neither casual nor formal.

“But what’s wrong? I’m very busy here.”

-I’m busy too. I don’t know when the undead legion or the dragon legion will attack.

“You’re so busy, but you have time to call me?”

-Ah, Your Excellency, Duke. You keep causing ripples in my heart, which has the heart of a Buddha [meaning he is annoyed by Legion’s actions].

“Huh, why?”

-You sent all the people from the Lonestar Baron family, the Lemon Baron family, the Kyle Baron family, and the Nadiger Baron family to me. It’s over 50,000.

“Oh, is that so? I thought it would be a good idea…”

-Your Excellency, Duke Legion.

“Yes…”

-Your territory is 10 times larger than mine.

“Not quite ten times.”

-It’s that big. So, don’t send any more refugees. It’s about to explode here.

“I’m also…”

Beep beep beep.

“You sneaky bastard.”

Legion clenched his teeth. He cut me off after saying what he wanted to say. Should I make a video call and swear at him? But he stopped. Strangely, he didn’t want to cause trouble with Marquis Persimmon.

“His Majesty’s party has arrived.”

Bacon hurriedly approached and told Legion.

“Sigh…”

A sigh came out on its own.

The king is always uncomfortable.

It’s even more so if it’s someone you know.

Why was the person he picked up back then the crown prince?

“Okay. Let’s go. Let’s go.”

Legion trudged towards the place where the king had arrived.

And his jaw dropped to his feet.

Son of a bitch…

How much is that all?

Our benevolent king seems to have brought all the citizens in the fort.

“Hey, is this Duke Legion’s territory?”

“It’s completely rural. Ugh, I need to poop. I wonder if there’s a bidet here.”

“Ugh, look at the mosquitoes. I guess they don’t disinfect here.”

All sorts of complaints popped out from here and there.

Legion fainted as he looked at the endless line of refugees.

He didn’t want to think anymore.