Magic Is Learned For Nothing [EN]: Chapter 194

Magic Learned in Vain – Episode 195

# 195

Vampire Kingdom 1

Legion stared silently at the captured Sharonz.

“Who is she?”

Dreyzer shook his head.

“Don’t know.”

“She looks familiar, though?”

“I thought so too, so I brought her in. Otherwise, she’d already be—!”

Dreyzer drew his thumb across his throat.

Sharonz, startled, hiccuped.

Those bastards. Familiar? Sharonz knew them all too well. It wasn’t just a fleeting encounter. If things had gone wrong, wouldn’t she have been exploited to the fullest before being married off to someone she didn’t even know?

She risked her life as their subordinate, and they don’t even remember her… They really are the worst kind of people.

Despite her feelings, Sharonz was trembling.

Damn it… why did I have to run into these guys here?

The Dreyzer she knew was a true monster. His skills were one thing, but his ability to recognize his own strengths and exploit others was remarkable. Truly… a piece of garbage.

The day she escaped the Cyclops’ dungeon, she didn’t just run away. Just in case, she watched the dungeon from a distance.

Just in case, and…

As expected, it wasn’t the Cyclops who emerged from the dungeon, but Legion and Dreyzer.

Archbishop Cyclops had been defeated.

Even if he wasn’t in his complete form, it was an unimaginable sight. After that, she vowed never to get involved with those bastards again and left the place.

But—

she got tangled up with that damn guy again.

Something’s strange. Where did Legion go—and why is there a hulking, armored man speaking with Sergeant Kim from hell’s voice?

She herself is a vampire, called a noble of darkness, but that armored man…

She couldn’t help but wonder if he was a demon from the Demon Realm.

Those bloodshot eyes. That formidable presence. Is that what it would look like if a demon descended into the human world?

She was so scared she felt like she was about to wet herself.

And Dreyzer.

What a truly ignorant guy. He had his hair in pigtails. Just looking at him made her want to curse.

“You motherfucker! You perverted bastard!”

Ah, I shouldn’t have said that.

Everything went white before Sharonz’s eyes.

Dreyzer slapped her cheek. He kindly practices gender equality.

Sharonz burst into tears. Her mouth is the problem. Every time she regains consciousness, her mouth automatically curses.

“You like men, don’t you? That’s why you’re not interested in me!”

“You eunuch bastards!”

“Let’s see what you’ve got down there! Show me! Am I not pretty enough for you?”

Each time she spoke, her cheek was slapped.

The vampire’s symbolic sharp fangs were broken on both sides.

She felt truly wronged.

She had never even been hit by her own mother, but these ignorant bastards seemed to have no mercy at all.

“Dreyzer, you’re taking the joke too far.”

Legion spoke in the voice of Sergeant Kim from hell.

Dreyzer pouted. Seeing that face with pigtails and a pout made another curse rise to her throat.

I’m really going crazy, these damn bastards.

True Ancestor Blood de Sharonz.

She was a 4th circle master of blood-related red magic. She had mastered red magic that could inflict the highest level of fatal wounds on living beings, but it was useless against Legion and Dreyzer.

After a few attempts—

“Drop and give me push-ups.”

Legion lightly tapped her butt a few times with his iron sword.

With each tap, Sharonz experienced hell. She really thought she was going to die. That bastard wasn’t even human. He was a heartless bastard.

Even so!

“Is it okay to treat a woman like this? You bastards!”

Sharonz sobbed and protested. Legion, without changing his expression—though it was hard to tell even if he did—replied.

“If you want to be treated like a woman, go get some plastic surgery magic. Don’t you even look in the mirror!”

“That’s sexual harassment, you bastard!”

“You called me an eunuch, too. I’ll countersue! And now, drop and give me push-ups again!”

Legion lightly tapped Sharonz’s butt again with his iron sword.

When dawn arrived—

Sharonz knelt down, tears streaming down her face, and said.

“I was wrong.”

She realized that these bastards were beyond reasoning.

“Hey, look.”

Legion pointed to his face inside the helmet.

The side of his eye was red and burned. Sparks had flown and scorched his skin. He couldn’t show it, but his back was also stinging. He almost went down there and had his junk burned off. From Legion’s perspective, it was a narrow escape.

Sharonz bit her fangs tightly and avoided eye contact with Legion. A serial killer was trying to brainwash her.

She is a True Ancestor.

Making eye contact with humans naturally triggers the passive skill ‘Charm’.

But she knew from the first moment that it wouldn’t work on these guys.

Maybe she was in danger of being affected by some strange magic.

Maybe they’ll enslave me? Maybe they’ll do something weird to me at night. Maybe they’ll tell me to take off my clothes and get into bed. Ah, no. No. I’d rather bite my tongue and die.

“Hey, look at me.”

Legion grabbed Sharonz’s chin and turned her face. He wanted to show her that she had burned him.

Sharonz resisted to the end.

“You… dirty bastard.”

Legion was taken aback.

True, he hadn’t been able to wash for quite a while because he was wearing armor.

The smell of squid was wafting up from under his helmet. It was strange at first, but now his sense of smell was numb, so he could bear it. But for this ugly woman to point it out!

Legion let go of her.

“Do I look that dirty?”

“Isn’t it obvious?”

Suddenly, Legion thought of the dark elves. They make contracts with spirits. If they make a contract with a water spirit, it will wash their bodies for them. While they are sleeping, it will scrub their backs and give them a bubble massage.

He should stop by the dark elf village before returning to the territory. He should make a contract with a spirit and at least wash his body.

He was so ashamed.

“I’m hurt.”

“What kind of injury does a guy who hits a woman’s butt with an iron sword get!”

“That’s because you’re being rude and not talking properly!”

“What are you talking about? You just hit me out of nowhere. Who the hell are you anyway?”

“I’m called Legion.”

“Legion?”

Sharonz looked at him with suspicious eyes.

“Yes. Well, judging by your eyes, you seem to know me.”

“The Legion I know is fat.”

“I used to be fat.”

“He’s also short.”

“I used to be short, too.”

“No way! Now you’re tall and huge?”

“It just looks that way because of the armor. If I take this off, there’s a handsome young man inside.”

Crazy… where is he selling such nonsense? Even the kingdom’s budding youth wouldn’t suddenly grow that tall.

“I’m undergoing plastic surgery magic.”

“Plastic surgery magic? That legendary magic?”

Sharonz is also a woman.

She had heard of plastic surgery magic. Plastic surgery magic that permanently transforms a part of the body to be beautiful. Honestly, she wanted to try it once if she had the chance.

She wanted to make her monolids and her too-large breasts a little smaller. She didn’t care how much it cost.

“Yes, I’m currently undergoing plastic surgery magic.”

“Wow, introduce me.”

“To what?”

“The plastic surgery magic practitioner.”

“Do you want to know?”

“I want to know.”

“Then answer all the questions I ask from now on.”

“Anything I know.”

That’s how they came to an agreement.

* * *

The 600 mercenaries were neatly dressed in suits, waiting with numbered tags on their chests.

It was the first time they had ever taken a public recruitment exam for private soldiers.

It was also the first time they had heard of recruiting private soldiers through public recruitment. Until now, mercenaries only needed their leader to meet with each employer and sign a contract.

Subordinates rarely meet their employers directly.

But—

this time, everyone would have an interview and a skills test.

They wanted to ask the mercenaries who went in earlier, but there seemed to be another door. They couldn’t see any mercenaries coming out of the same door.

Rice, Beef, and Abdul Jabbar received numbers 111, 112, and 113, respectively. In fact, they still didn’t like each other very much.

Even if it was work, they had tried to kill each other.

In fact, quite a few colleagues had lost their lives. But now, they had put aside all those personal feelings.

They were so nervous they were going crazy.

“What the hell is an interview?”

Rice asked Beef.

“Didn’t you read the note the assistant gave us earlier?”

“I read it, but I don’t understand what it means. What? They’re going to see if we have the right personality for the territory? Isn’t the most important thing for protecting the territory someone who’s good at fighting?”

“Well, that’s true, but… I don’t really understand it either. I think it’s best to just face it head-on.”

Click—

The door to the interview room opened.

Jo Nane scanned Rice, Beef, and Abdul Jabbar with an arrogant expression.

Normally, they would have punched the face of someone making such an expression. But strangely, they didn’t feel like it at all.

Somehow, they had a feeling that this man would become their superior.

He looked so incompetent.

Nevertheless, an unknown force emanated from Jo Nane.

“Number 111, 112, 113, go in.”

Jo Nane pointed impudently inside the door.

Rice, Beef, and Abdul Jabbar suppressed their anger and entered the interview room.

The moment they entered—

they understood why the subordinates were so quiet.

-Interviewer Silcott.

-Interviewer Hazler.

-Interviewer Bacon.

-Interviewer Sepia.

“Huh, h-how an ogre! Why is an ogre here!”

They were horrified. They reached for the swords at their sides.

Ah, they had left them behind when they changed clothes. They trembled at the murderous aura emanating from Sepia. They couldn’t fight an ogre without weapons.

“I’ve caught an ogre before.”

Rice said, gritting his teeth.

“Hmph, I’ve caught two.”

Abdul Jabbar said.

“I’ve actually caught three.”

“I’ve caught four with my bare hands.”

“Oh my god, be quiet. Are you all crazy? What should we do! I think that ogre heard us.”

Beef wanted to tear his hair out.

It seemed that the ogre understood human speech. Well, that’s why it’s here, right?

-Grrr (Don’t be ridiculous and sit down).

Sepia pointed to the chairs in front of them with her chin.

The mercenaries sat down, trembling. They couldn’t bring themselves to make eye contact with Sepia. They turned their heads to the interviewer who seemed the weakest.

There was a beautiful woman in a maid outfit, but her eyes were no joke. She didn’t look like a maid at all. Her energy was so strong that they felt crushed.

The only one who seemed manageable was…

-Interviewer Lauzel.

The moment they saw him, Rice froze.

“Y-Your Highness the Crown Prince?”

“What? The Crown Prince? Don’t talk nonsense!”

“I’ve seen him before. I’ve seen him in the capital.”

Rice knelt down in front of Lauzel, trembling, and shouted.

“Humble Rice greets His Greatness the Crown Prince.”

They didn’t think about why the Crown Prince was in a place like this. Beef and Abdul Jabbar, thinking that there must be a reason why Rice was acting like this, knelt down and shouted the same thing as Rice.

“Humble Crown Prince greets His Greatness Beef.”

“…….”

Abdul Jabbar was speechless. Cold sweat ran down his spine.

What the hell is this bastard saying?

Surprised, Rice kicked Beef. Do it right! You idiot!

Beef still didn’t know what he had done wrong.