Magic Is Learned For Nothing [EN]: Chapter 126

The Magic I Learned Was Useless – Episode 127 (127/502)

# 127

In Search of Legends 2

Bishop Fry of the Stone Head Church stared silently at Sir Jujimon, the Knight of the Crimson Blood, who was vomiting blood before him.

“Finally caught you.”

“Was… was it you?”

Jujimon glared at Fry, tears of blood streaming down his face.

“Our alliance… was still valid… I thought.”

“Of course, it was.”

Bishop Fry took a step closer to him.

“If you weren’t a descendant of the Crimson Blood, if you hadn’t hidden the Black Dragon’s Claw. How dare you! How long did you think you could deceive us?”

Fry’s monotonous voice, devoid of any humanity, echoed softly.

“Take the Black Dragon’s Claw from him.”

Scores of Black Knights revealed themselves beside him.

They repeatedly charged at Jujimon, who was already exhausted. When one retreated, two attacked; when two retreated, four attacked.

Jujimon’s entire body was instantly stained red.

He wielded the holy sword passed down through his family to deflect the curses cast by the black mages. Several black mages vomited blood, unable to withstand the backlash.

However, their combat power was also significantly diminished.

His physical abilities were reduced to less than half again.

It seemed like the end was truly near.

‘I must protect the Claw, no matter what….’

He had to protect the Black Dragon’s Claw, even if it meant death. All his ancestors had lived to protect it. He couldn’t let it end with him.

“Eria….”

Jujimon looked at the holy sword Eria, passed down from his ancestors.

His father had used this sword, and so had his grandfather. His great-grandfather, great-great-grandfather, and all the grandfathers before them had used this sword.

“Still, I’m glad I can spend my last moments with you.”

Jujimon used the holy sword Eria as a staff and slowly rose to his feet.

“Come! I will do my best to stop you until the very end!”

Fifteen Black Knights charged fiercely.

Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!

Dozens of exchanges occurred in an instant. Surprisingly, the fifteen Black Knights were unable to easily gain the upper hand against the staggering Jujimon.

In fact, he seemed to grow stronger as he fought.

He repelled three approaching Black Knights at once and quickly retreated. Then, he held Eria horizontally to the ground.

Suddenly, Jujimon lowered his sword, and the Black Knights looked bewildered.

“You fools! Don’t keep your distance! That’s his specialty!”

Fry shouted loudly, but—

It was too late.

A massive flash of light erupted before their eyes. The flash became a giant beam of light, shooting out in a straight line.

“Kuaaaaak!”

“Aaaaaaak!”

Seven Black Knights were directly hit by the flash and vanished without a trace.

Kukukukung!

Five buildings in the distance were struck by the flash and collapsed completely.

The Black Knights were speechless at the incredible destructive power. They realized why they had to work so hard to capture this man.

But—

Archbishop Fry, who had flown in unnoticed, was plunging a knife into Jujimon’s heart.

“I know your technique well. I also know its weakness. Flash. I saw it clearly.”

“Kuh-heuk.”

Jujimon couldn’t move.

His lips parted and trembled. He checked his dantian [energy center in the body, according to traditional Chinese medicine].

“Hey, what’s wrong? Do you want to say something?”

Fry’s eyes, hidden deep under his hood, turned cold.

“H-How… how could you?”

“Ah, you’re curious about that? You’re curious about everything. Alright, I’ll tell you since it’s your last moment.”

Fry continued to speak with a smile on his face.

“You were mistaken if you thought only you were deceiving us. We were deceiving you as well. We knew your technique for generations. To be more precise, the Church has kept a little bit of blood from all the traitors, not just you. It’s easy to identify weaknesses with that blood.”

“Kuh-heuk, kuh-heuk.”

Foam flowed from Jujimon’s mouth.

“Sir Jujimon, Knight of the Crimson Blood. Your family thought you were the only ones who knew, but we already knew everything. We have never neglected training, thinking of this moment for hundreds of years. Improving! Developing! Grinding our bones! Do you understand that effort?”

“Cough, cough.”

Jujimon’s legs faltered.

He no longer had the strength to stand. He couldn’t hear what Fry was saying.

This was a disaster.

Was this really the end?

Was the 500-year legacy really ending with him? He had to stop it. He had to endure.

But….

How on earth?

They were much more meticulous and stronger than he had thought.

He was furious at his own incompetence for making his ancestors’ efforts futile.

Fry grabbed Jujimon by the hair.

“Sleep well, hero of the past.”

Fry chanted a spell and thrust his hand into Jujimon’s mouth.

Then, he slowly pulled his hand out.

In his hand was a two-meter-long spear of darkness.

This is it!

The Black Dragon’s Claw!

“Muhahaha! I finally got it!”

Fry felt an unbearable joy.

But he didn’t have time to savor his joy for long. The city guards would be here soon. He could easily deal with them, but there was no reason to attract attention in the current situation.

There was still something to collect.

He looked at the broken ‘Holy Sword Eria’ lying on the ground. When he injected black magic, the holy power dissipated instantly. He felt no power at all. He kicked it a few times, but it was the same.

The Holy Sword Eria, having lost its master, had become scrap metal.

Still, he should take it just in case.

Fry bent down to pick up the Holy Sword Eria.

At that moment, the black mage rushed over.

“Lord Fry.”

“What is it?”

Fry asked calmly, retracting his hand and straightening his back.

“We have found the location of the Black Dragon’s Heart.”

“Is that true?”

Fry asked in surprise.

Once he obtained one thing, another was discovered in succession. It seemed that the Stone Head Church only had days of progress ahead.

“Yes, it is.”

“Where is it?”

“I heard it’s in the Dusselph Mountains. Near where Archbishop Cyclops disappeared 500 years ago.”

“Cyclops….”

Cyclops was a little-known figure even within the Church.

Since there was no trace of him, there was no data left on what he had done.

But suddenly, his name was mentioned.

“Interesting. Maybe we can link it to something else through them? Shall we go take a look?”

Fry took the Black Knights and black mages and hurriedly left the scene.

* * *

A moment later, Heinz appeared there.

He cast a scanning spell to detect the black magic lingering around. It was all gone now.

“Hoo, I thought I was going to die.”

Heinz took a long breath.

He had arrived in the port city of CM two days ago. The reason he came here was actually nothing special.

He had learned a lot of information that the movements of the Legion territory were unusual these days, and he had also heard that the Baron and a manager named Silkeut frequented the place.

So, he came to make eye contact with them, to grasp the atmosphere of the Legion territory, to purchase magical materials that would be needed when he reached the 6th Circle, and to ask if he could receive the 2nd and 3rd volumes of the book left by the great Archmage Mamon at once, as he was almost finished deciphering the 1st volume. He had come with all these things in mind.

Then, he witnessed a fight between a man and Black Knights.

He was really surprised.

Everyone was a skilled person above him.

If he had rashly stepped in, he would have gone to the grave before the man who had turned into a pool of blood. He didn’t feel sorry for the dead man, but that didn’t mean he could die in his place.

“Hmm.”

Heinz looked at the broken sword on the ground.

The sword, which had lost its holy power, didn’t look much different from an ordinary one. Nevertheless, he felt something… a strange power.

Heinz picked up the sword and examined it.

“Hoo! This is no ordinary sword.”

He used a clairvoyance spell to examine the entire sword.

The sword’s hilt was covered in runes.

This alone was enough to run at least 10 spells; it was truly a top-of-the-line sword hilt. In particular, a magic stone with tremendous purity was embedded at the end of the handle.

A magic stone whose price was hard to estimate.

That alone was amazing enough, but what was even more amazing was….

“This is Lactorelium!”

This color, more golden than gold!

A noble figure that held mana and did not let a single flow of that mana escape! Heinz had never seen Lactorelium before, but he was sure that this was Lactorelium.

“If this is really Lactorelium….”

Heinz’s lips curled up slightly.

He thought that he might be able to gain an advantageous position in the deal with Baron Legion.

It felt like the sun was finally shining on his life.

* * *

Legion arrived at the Count’s territory. Behind him followed the followers of the Legion Church.

The new recruits.

Legion summoned them under the guise of new employee training.

Five new recruits whose skills had improved dramatically. They were incomparable to before. The only reason he forcibly brought them was because:

Heiler was a Dark Elf.

In addition, Mark kept nagging in his ear. He kept saying ‘Prepare, prepare, prepare’ day and night, and it was impossible to endure. Later, he even threatened, ‘If you don’t go, I’ll go with Otto.’ He was a really nasty guy.

“I heard there are Dark Elves in the Devil’s Forest?”

Legion asked Heiler.

“I don’t know?”

“Where were you born?”

“I was born in the city? I’m different from those country bumpkins.”

What is this bastard?

“So, you don’t know anything about Dark Elves or just Elves?”

“Yes, I was raised as a human.”

“Ugh, what. You’re no help.”

Legion tore at his hair. He was happy that there were Dark Elves.

“But I can speak Elvish.”

Mizset interjected.

“Really?”

Only then did Legion’s eyes sparkle.

“Not only that. I also speak the Orc language… and I can understand a little bit of what Goblins say….”

She felt ashamed as she spoke.

Everyone in the Legion territory uses a common language with Orcs and Goblins. They can even communicate with Ogres. Does that make sense? They don’t know either. They just lived and the new recruits were able to communicate.

But they probably don’t know Elvish.

“Anyway, everyone prepare. Let’s go.”

“Yes? Where are we going?”

“First… let’s go shopping.”

“Shopping? Are you talking about a department store?”

“Yeah, that’s right.”

Legion omitted the words ‘Forest of Death’. They wouldn’t want to go anyway. It’s best not to know in these situations.

“Are you talking about the one in the Count’s territory?”

“Yeah, I’m thinking of going there.”

“Hehehehe.”

Mizset forcibly suppressed the laughter that was about to come out.

Her hobby was shopping. She had spent all the money she had saved from her years as a mercenary on shopping. But magic items were too expensive, so she hadn’t been able to afford any luxury goods. Her wish was to own just one luxury magic item.

It looked like she would be able to fulfill that wish.

Legion had distributed the tribute money (?) he had received from Viscount Beach to all the territory residents, exclusive servants, and new recruits. A whopping 500 gold per person. It was an incredible bonus.

But she hadn’t been near shopping for months.

She had just been working like a dog. She wanted to spend money, but she couldn’t.

Look at these arms. How am I going to get married like this? I’m doomed.

But the boss himself suggested going to a department store. She wanted to shout ‘Hooray’.

“But what about Dreiser?”

Everyone thought that Dreiser was Legion’s bodyguard. That’s why they let Legion do whatever he wanted, whether he was messing around or climbing over walls.

“He’s a pass.”

“What do you mean by pass?”

“He said he’s going to hunt dragons. So he told me to go alone this time. He’s getting too comfortable.”

“Yes?”

“He’s going to hunt dragons.”

“What are you going to hunt?”

“Are you deaf? He’s going to hunt, dra, gons.”

All the new recruits looked at each other for a moment, as if they were stunned. Did we hear wrong?

What are you going to hunt?