Magic Is Learned For Nothing [EN]: Chapter 153

The Magic I Learned Was Useless – 154

# 154

Revealing Identity 2

Lightning Strike has a short delay. Among the single target spells that Legion possessed, it was one of the most powerful in terms of destructive force. To be precise, it was a spell specialized for one-on-one combat.

It didn’t have much effect against multiple opponents.

Because you had to drop Lightning Strike on each one individually.

But if the opponent was just one, the story changed.

Like now, he could continuously batter the guy’s body.

Strike!

Strike!

Keep striking until he’s torn apart and dies!

콰콰콰콰콰콰콰쾅!

Lightning Strike, five times in a row.

If the opponent was a mage of the same level, it wouldn’t be an easy level of attack to defend against.

The first strike would tear through the barrier-

The second strike would tear through the double barrier.

The third strike would burn the armor-

The fourth strike would tear the flesh.

The fifth strike would evaporate even a drop of blood.

Legion, holding Lulu’s Hammer, landed lightly after using Lightning Strike in succession. He looked at the cultist and his subordinates who had fallen. None of them were in good condition.

Especially the poison they had ingested at the end was rapidly worsening their condition.

-Give me your blood.

Blood?

-99 percent resistance to spider and scorpion venom, average resistance to other poisons is 59 percent. You can get the minimum effect. They will die if you don’t detoxify them right now.

Legion nodded.

He immediately tore his palm open…….

He didn’t have a weapon to tear with. He wished he had a dagger at times like this. All he had was a Reinforced Iron Staff and Lulu’s Hammer.

-Hurry up. What are you doing?

Ah, I know. I know.

Legion reluctantly put his finger on a tree and struck it with Lulu’s Hammer.

Crack!

It hurt so much he teared up. His fingernail was ripped off. Blood gushed out as it tore.

More blood flowed than he expected.

Legion put a few drops of blood into the mouths of Steel and Heller, who were looking at him with tears in their eyes. Their expressions improved.

Even the proud cultist drank Legion’s blood without a word.

-The poison resistance of the cultist and his subordinates has increased. 90 percent detoxification. But their stamina continues to decline. Life is extended by fifteen days. After fifteen days, the poison will penetrate the brain. Mandragora sap is needed for complete detoxification.

Legion frowned.

Even his blood couldn’t completely detoxify them.

Mandragora sap? He had heard of it. A legendary plant that feeds on the souls of the living.

He had never seen it. Among herbalists, it was said to be one of the best plants that could only be obtained if the heavens allowed it.

How am I supposed to get that?

It’s close to impossible.

Then what is possible?

Legion looked at Atopy, who was hanging his head. He was charred black from being hit by five Lightning Strikes. White smoke was rising from his body.

A sorcerer who uses poison always carries an antidote.

“Everyone, return to the village.”

Legion said.

“To the village?”

Steel replied weakly.

“Yes, the situation has been settled. It’s over if we get rid of that guy.”

“No. It’s not over yet. Mizsette… Mizsette…”

Steel forcibly swallowed the tears that were about to burst out. There was no point in crying; it would only be seen as whining.

“I saw it too.”

Legion’s heart, which rarely got excited, was boiling like lava. A subordinate was kidnapped right in front of his eyes. He did his best to throw himself, but he was a step too late.

If he was a mage!

If he knew how to use Fly magic, he wouldn’t have lost his subordinates so easily.

This journey made Legion realize what he was lacking.

But he couldn’t give up on Mizsette.

Did Mizsette give up on everything? She silently followed that black-haired man, so she might have given up halfway.

But I can’t give up.

If you don’t give up on us, I will never give up either.

“Mizsette will come back.”

“Th, that means…….”

“Don’t worry. I swear on my name. Mizsette will definitely return to our side.”

His one word was more precious than ever. It wasn’t just anyone’s word, it was the president’s. They would believe him even if he made potatoes out of red beans [believe anything he said].

“So go back. Return to the dark elves’ village and get treatment.”

“I understand.”

“Is that person Mizsette’s teacher?”

Legion asked, looking at the cultist.

The cultist nodded briefly.

“Old man, go back to the village too.”

“I’m sorry, but… I have somewhere else to go.”

“Where to?”

“From now on, I will investigate this matter at the Magic Tower. The amount of information there is infinite. There must be a clue to this situation.”

“The Magic Tower…….”

“What’s your name?”

“I’m Legion. Baron Legion.”

“Yes, Baron Legion. Are you going to find Mizsette?”

“Of course.”

“Can you promise… that you will?”

“I will definitely bring her back.”

“Then… I will make a promise to you in the name of the Magic Tower. For as long as you are looking for Mizsette, I will be your patron. Any mage belonging to the Magic Tower will help you.”

The number of mages belonging to the Magic Tower was so large that it was almost impossible to grasp. It was only speculated that there were several thousand or tens of thousands. There were also rumors that there were actually less than a thousand.

But this one thing was certain.

The Magic Tower possessed the power of a nation.

Among them, the cultist had considerable influence. If he helped, Legion’s range of movement would be greatly widened.

“Come to the Magic Tower when things are settled.”

The cultist staggered and disappeared into the forest. He didn’t look back. It seemed he had entrusted everything to Legion.

“Then, President, I’ll see you later.”

The employees also disappeared into the village.

Now, all that was left was-

The giant man, half charred black, and Legion. There was still a lot of poison left in the open space. The grass on the dirt floor was drying up.

The trees were the same. They quickly turned yellow.

Legion held the Reinforced Iron Staff in his left hand and Lulu’s Hammer in his right.

“Open your eyes before I smash your head in, you bastard.”

* * *

Red Dragon Preetia suffers from insomnia. It’s so annoying, she can’t stand it. She doesn’t know how many days and nights that hideous-looking human has been shouting here.

At first, it was a voice filled with magnificent spirit.

“Red Dragon Preetia, come out! Let’s have another match.”

Preetia likes everything that is pretty and handsome. When she eats food, she finds it much tastier when it’s decorated prettily rather than just thrown together.

Even if it’s the finest beef, if it’s placed on a plate without any care, she would shout, ‘I’m not eating it! You bastard!’ and flip it over.

The same went for her own kind.

She ostracized those who were ugly and tried to talk to her. She didn’t even want to talk to them.

It goes without saying that this included all races.

Her biggest mistake recently was getting involved with a disgustingly hideous man.

He looked so terrible that she didn’t even want to touch him. She just wanted to swat him like a mosquito and be done with it.

But there was one thing she was wrong about. The opponent was incredibly persistent.

Thanks to that, she managed to chase him away, but she was also injured.

The guardians were fussing, saying their master was going to die when they saw the wound.

“I’m not going to die! You bastards! It’ll heal if I just put some spit on it!”

Red Dragon Preetia fell asleep like that.

But she kept waking up ever since that guy came. It was a face she never wanted to see again.

Recently, he’s been shouting this.

“Preetia! Are you scared? Are you scared? Why aren’t you coming out? I know you live around here!”

Ah, it hurts her pride.

But she still didn’t want to see him. When she sees that hideous face… it reminds her of him from the past.

“Preetia! Let’s make a bet! If I win, I’ll become your master. But if you win, I’ll make a big concession and become your groom.”

She was speechless.

Is that bastard crazy?

Should she just go out and blow him away with her breath? So he can never utter such nonsense again.

Preetia sighed deeply and shook her head. No. She didn’t want to be reminded of him because of that guy.

Fond memories…….

Bullshit!

Just thinking about that bastard…….

No. Let’s not get excited.

Preetia called ‘Dapala’, an elf who runs a brokerage in the Dusselruf Mountains.

“Why have you summoned this humble one? Oh, great one.”

Dapala knelt on one knee. The race he hated dealing with the most was dragons. Nevertheless, he couldn’t sever his relationship with dragons.

Practically, dragons accounted for more than 50% of his business profits.

They were headstrong, had terrible personalities, and pretended to be cultured but were actually hopeless.

Nevertheless, if he catered to their whims, he could earn a huge commission that could support three generations in a single transaction.

Especially, it was even easier to match the tastes of this rude Red Dragon Preetia.

All he had to do was make everything pretty.

“I’m moving.”

Preetia, who had polymorphed into a stunning beauty with red hair, was sitting elegantly with her legs crossed, holding a wine glass shaped like a rabbit.

“Moving?”

“Yeah.”

“You’ve only moved twice recently, haven’t you?”

Recently meant once 200 years ago and once 50 years ago. She had no choice but to move because of similar pests.

“I avoid shit because it’s dirty, not because I’m scared.”

“But there are no great ones who move their lairs so often. A lair is not just a shelter. It’s a place where the great ones’ breath permeates and spirits naturally reside. It’s okay to move, but it would be a big problem if such a place is discovered by humans.”

“That’s what I’m saying. It’s a move. It’s not just going to a new house.”

“Yes?”

“I heard there’s a Black Dragon living near here.”

“Ah, well, I’ve heard of it, but I’ve never seen it.”

“Find him once. You compare the two lairs. Since he hasn’t moved in long, mine should be better. It’s okay to just barter. I’ll take a slight loss.”

Dapala twisted his lips. That crazy dragon is making another ridiculous demand.

The Black Dragon was rumored to be extremely ferocious in the Dusselruf Mountains.

He didn’t know why he polymorphed into a fat, short human, but he, a mere elf, couldn’t possibly know the dragon’s tastes. He shouldn’t think too hard about it. He should just accept it. His hobby is very sadistic. He catches monsters and eats them piece by piece. No one has ever had such a hobby. The word ‘grotesque’ seemed to be used at times like this.

Go to such a Black Dragon and say, ‘Sell your house’? Did he want to see someone die?

At that moment-

“Preetia! I’ve come! Hurry! Come out! Take my sword right now! Then I’ll let you live as my wife!”

A booming voice that shook the lair was heard.

Dapala’s brow furrowed.

“Is that… the shit?”

“That’s right.”

“I see. His voice sounds similar to those from before.”

“His face is similar too.”

“Ah, I understand the great one’s heart. You must move.”

“I knew you would understand. It’s not moving season right now, is it? You’re not busy, so it should be possible, right?”

It was moving season.

All races have a tendency to move in the spring. Winter was the off-season. It was a one-season business. He had to pull in as much as possible right now.

But he couldn’t refuse the dragon’s request. Perhaps selling one lair would be better than selling 100 items.

“I understand. I will go and find the Black Dragon.”