Magic Is Learned For Nothing [EN]: Chapter 146

Magic is a Waste to Learn – Episode 147

# 147

The Pseudo-Man of the Magic Tower 1

Sir Signal’s right-hand man, the 4-star Master Knight Mental, along with five subordinates, blocked the Legion’s path.

All of them were 4-star Walkers [individuals who have reached a certain level of skill or power].

They possessed a different level of power compared to the clumsy 3-star ones.

The order given to him was to prevent anyone from approaching the village.

It was impossible for just six people to cover this vast village.

However, thanks to the magic power emanating from the barrier, the monsters that were said to be swarming around were nowhere to be seen.

Much time passed, but it was the same.

They killed time by exchanging jokes.

The other knights would be having fun catching Dark Elves… It was a bit annoying, but he couldn’t leave his post.

He couldn’t even imagine what kind of punishment he would receive from the grumpy lord later if he caused such a thing to happen.

At that moment, a signal came from the barrier.

There was movement to destroy the barrier from the northwest. At first, they thought it might be a deer or a wild boar, but soon they realized it wasn’t.

“I don’t know who it is, but they’re making it less boring.”

Mental and the five knights quickly moved to block the Legion’s path.

“Oh, there are still Dark Elves left.”

Mental’s eyes twinkled.

Fifteen Dark Elves stood behind the fat human. They looked extremely haggard.

Swish.

Mental and the knights drew their swords.

Mental pointed at the Legion and said,

“Hey, pig. Are you a slave trader? Leave those Dark Elves and get lost. Then I’ll spare your life.”

The Legion looked around.

A slave trader? Is he talking about me? Nah, that can’t be. How could a friendly face like mine look like a slave trader?

“Me?”

“Yes, you, fatty.”

The Legion swallowed the rising anger.

He really loses out because of his appearance. A pig and a fatty! That alone makes him furious, and now a slave trader?

“I’m not a slave trader.”

“Whether you’re a slave trader or not, that’s not important. I don’t care even if you’re royalty. Just go back and shut your mouth. Then you’ll save your life.”

“What if I refuse?”

“Your head will fly off.”

“Whose head will fly off?”

“Heh heh… This pig really doesn’t know the world. I thought I was being generous enough.”

Blades of energy were generated from the swords of Mental and the knights.

He proudly waved his sword.

“You’ve never seen such a cool blade before, have you?”

The Legion narrowed his brows. What is that idiot talking about? It’s not Aura [a magical energy or manifestation], just a blade.

“I’ll let you go without pain on the condition that you hand over the Dark Elves. You won’t even feel your head flying off.”

Mental and the five knights moved simultaneously.

The Legion was so dumbfounded that he didn’t move.

They thought that the fatty was too scared to move. The knights unleashed the most splendid skills they could.

The Legion was annoyed and-

“Thunderbolt!”

-he shouted.

Ah, I shouldn’t have used this skill.

Poohahahahaha!

A flash of light-

Unbelievably, Mental and the five knights were countered by their own skills and turned into eggs.

They couldn’t even close their eyes.

They didn’t seem to understand why they were in such a state. Their mouths only gaped like goldfish.

With a single blow.

Bidet, Lulu, the employees, and the Dark Elves didn’t see what happened with their own eyes. They only sensed that a terrifying skill had been unleashed.

They stared at the Legion with their mouths open.

His hair seemed to have grown a little longer.

“Boss.”

“Yeah.”

The Legion tucked his hair behind his ear with his fingers and looked at Mizsette.

He didn’t even notice the fried opponents.

“That hair… Does it get longer every time you use that skill?”

“I don’t know. Why?”

“It looks longer.”

“What?”

“Your hair… This much.”

Mizsette made a gap with two fingers. It was about 1 centimeter.

The Legion knelt down with a thud.

I’m so sick of this magic.

He’s going to become a Treble Moron [referring to someone with a foolish or ridiculous hairstyle, likely a bob] with Lich Mamon and Haimo.

How much did he curse while looking at their bobbed hair?

“Aaaaaah! God!”

The Legion cried out to the sky.

-Do you hate it that much?

I hate it! I really hate it! Even if I use ‘Exploding Awesomeness,’ my popularity will definitely drop if I have bobbed hair.

-That’s not certain. As far as I know, ‘Exploding Awesomeness’ is currently the best skill. You can look different even with bobbed hair.

Really?

-Again, it’s not certain. Maybe your bobbed hair will become a trend.

Become a trend?

Does that make sense? This embarrassing hairstyle will become a trend?

-Maybe it will spread not only to the entire territory… but even to the earldom [a region or district under the rule of an Earl].

E, even to the earldom?

-If you become more famous… the bobbed hair style might become a trend throughout the kingdom.

Throughout the kingdom?

-But there’s a condition.

What condition?

-You have to become famous. To the point where everyone in the kingdom knows the man named Legion. Then, even if it looks burdensome at first, more and more people will start to follow it.

Really?

-Really!

The Legion smirked.

As expected, it’s Mark [likely referring to a clever or insightful idea].

His ideas are not ordinary. Okay, I don’t need to change it. I just need to change the people around me.

Nobles all have bobbed hair?

All the people in the kingdom have bobbed hair?

Even the royals all have bobbed hair?

Awesome!

The Legion clenched his fist.

* * *

“Save me.”

“What did our tribe ever do to you! Release us immediately!”

“Please, just leave my child alone. Please.”

Pandemonium [a scene of chaos and uproar].

The captured Dark Elves were crying with their entire bodies bound. Those with skills above 3-star had their magic sealed with magic stones.

They glared at the pseudo-men and knights with eyes full of anger and hostility.

The pseudo-man felt bitter.

He was very uncomfortable in this place.

He also held the idea of human supremacy as a member of the Magic Tower, and he thought it was natural for humans, who were modeled after the image of God, to rule the continent.

So he thought it was okay to enslave other races.

But he never thought he would participate in slave hunting himself.

It was much more cruel and uncomfortable than he thought. So many Dark Elves were looking at him and the knights with eyes full of hatred.

He wanted to end this as soon as possible.

There was nothing good about being here. All that increased was resentment.

“Signal.”

The pseudo-man called Sir Signal, who was very excited.

“Ah, yes. What is it?”

“It seems to be over now, so can I go now?”

“Where are you going? We’re going to have a festival. You have to attend.”

“No, thanks. I’m going now.”

“Ah, are you worried that I’ll wipe my mouth clean [go back on my word]? Don’t worry. I’ll give you a Dark Elf you like. You know it’s a rare race to find, right? What kind of Dark Elf do you like? A young boy? A girl? A grown virgin? A male is also okay.”

Sir Signal said with a big smile.

Looking at him made his stomach twist. He felt like he was about to vomit.

How could such a degenerate come from such a wise father?

It seemed difficult to give the remaining two favors. He decided to refuse Sir Signal’s request no matter what. If that didn’t work, he even thought about living in seclusion until the day he died.

He unintentionally helped with this, but it was a nightmare he never wanted to experience again.

“I refuse.”

The pseudo-man, having made up his mind, turned around.

At that moment-

Magic power so strong that everyone there was surprised surged and disappeared in an instant.

“W, what is it?”

The magic power from before was extremely short and intense.

It was magic power that surged from the outskirts of the village.

The pseudo-man stopped walking. Not only him, but anyone who could feel the magic power had no choice but to stop.

The guild members of the slave guild, who were mercilessly beating the Dark Elves, were the same.

Feeling an enormous sense of foreboding, they stopped beating and could only stare at the empty air.

* * *

“N, no way.”

The person Mizsette respected the most was her master.

Her master was quite a strict person. He was known to be scary even in the Magic Tower. But he was surprisingly warm.

He didn’t discriminate against anyone and didn’t care about status.

Thanks to that, Mizsette was able to become a 3-circle master in just a few years while receiving the envy of many colleagues.

But was it because she was too arrogant?

She had been stuck at 3-circle master for years. Of course, there were many such magicians. How many magicians were stuck at 2-circle? Most people lived their whole lives as 2-circle without even reaching 3-circle.

Her master patted her on the shoulder and said,

“It’s something everyone goes through. You should never be impatient. Magic is originally about one moment of enlightenment. You have to walk the right path slowly for that. If you choose the wrong path, you will never be able to return to the original path.”

At the time, Mizsette did not know what her master meant by those words.

She crossed a line that she should not have crossed.

She caught criminals and performed bio-experiments on them.

The magicians of the Magic Tower do anything for their magic. Violating the law was commonplace.

Many nobles knew this fact but turned a blind eye.

The royals were the same. From their point of view, it was much more advantageous to maintain a good relationship with the Magic Tower.

There was no need to care if a few lower-class people died without anyone knowing.

But there was strong opposition to bio-experiments.

Nevertheless, Mizsette crossed that river. She couldn’t help but think, what if those bad guys died?

So-

Five of the rapists who were bio-experimented became castrated.

Three of the fraudsters who were bio-experimented had their tongues stiffen.

The robbers who were bio-experimented became disabled.

All the experiments failed.

She was frustrated.

To make matters worse, the fact that she had conducted bio-experiments was reported to the higher-ups.

It must have been Manila, who called herself her rival, who told on her.

That’s how Mizsette had no choice but to run away from the Magic Tower. She couldn’t even say goodbye to her teacher.

Her teacher’s name was Pseudo-Man.

To think that she would meet her teacher, whom she thought she would never see again, in this place.

Mizsette met the Pseudo-Man, stiff as a board.