Magic Is Learned For Nothing [EN]: Chapter 240

Happy Day 2

Baserabap rarely drinks alcohol.

He practically abstains. He used to drink often in his younger days, but he almost stopped around the age of 40, and after 50, he quit entirely.

But today, he indulged in three glasses.

How could he refuse a drink with the celebrated young hero of the Legion Kingdom? Especially since the whiskey from the far northern Kingdom of Ireland, which the hero brought, was truly as exceptional as the rumors claimed.

Perhaps that’s why he feels a pleasant buzz after so long.

Indeed, alcohol brings joy when shared with good company.

He removed his light coat, hung it on the rack, and settled into his laboratory chair.

Baserabap didn’t have a private room. The expansive space was filled with various experimental tools. Over thirty magicians were constantly working alongside him on research here.

Recently, Baserabap and his researchers had been focusing on ‘immortality’.

Mankind’s eternal dream: ‘immortality’.

He had managed to acquire a few scales from the Black Dragon, who once plunged the continent into fear of death. Surprisingly, the cells within the scales, merely the outer layer of the Black Dragon, were still alive.

The research on ‘immortality’ began from there.

Perhaps when the research on the Black Dragon’s cells is complete, mankind will discover a new world.

Baserabap felt confident in his research.

“Where did everyone go?”

Baserabap took off his shoes, sat on the makeshift bed in the corner of the lab, and asked the boy who served as his apprentice magician and servant.

“I’m not sure. It seems everyone went to bed early tonight.”

“Is that so?”

“Yes.”

Baserabap didn’t dwell on it and lay down.

He thought of Legion.

Again, what a likeable man. Personality, skill, courage—he possesses everything.

All those people who came to him with tremendous talent, even the one with the insane memory who could memorize an entire magic book in just over 2 hours, can their talent even be compared to his?

“Hehehe… truly the kingdom’s lucky charm.”

He wanted to take him on as a disciple at all costs.

With proper guidance, he might reach the 8th Circle before long.

Throughout history, fewer than 100 people on the continent have achieved the 8th Circle. Legion was born with the potential to reach it in his 20s.

“I’ll have to persuade him again tomorrow.”

Just as Baserabap was muttering and drifting off to sleep, the servant urgently woke him.

Baserabap, roused from his pleasant doze, frowned and opened his eyes.

“What is it?”

Baserabap asked quietly.

“A messenger from Duke Shijinpi has arrived.”

“From Duke Shijinpi?”

“Yes.”

Duke Shijinpi is a moderate.

Currently, the power balance between the King and Duke Continent [a political faction] is roughly 3 to 7.

Including the moderate nobles could shift the balance to 4 to 6.

Of course, 4 represents the King’s faction.

This is why a full-scale civil war has not yet erupted.

Duke Shijinpi’s power is essentially a solid 2. If he aligns with the King, even Duke Continent wouldn’t be able to act easily.

But if he joins Duke Continent… an uncontrollable civil war would ignite.

And a new king would emerge.

Duke Continent, the younger brother, would slaughter his brothers and family to seize the throne.

What is power, anyway?

Is it so alluring that it drives people to kill even their own blood relatives?

Those closest to the center of power often exhibit such cruelty.

“I understand. I’ll go out immediately. Tell him to wait a moment.”

“Understood.”

The servant nodded and left.

Baserabap splashed cold water on his face and rinsed his mouth to wake himself, then went to greet Duke Shijinpi’s messenger.

“You must go to the royal palace now.”

After speaking with Duke Shijinpi’s messenger, Baserabap left the Magic Tower without delay, in such a hurry that he couldn’t even gather his belongings. However, he left instructions for the servant.

“Tell Count Legion to come to the capital.”

* * *

Gonnichiwa scrutinized Legion with sharp eyes, his gaze intense.

But to Legion, who had unintentionally (?) experienced countless trials, the eleven magicians seemed merely pathetic.

‘Ugh, these guys couldn’t even beat our servants…’

Some of them appear to be 6th Circle [a level of magical proficiency]. The rest are 5th Circle, 4th Circle. If my dedicated servants caught them, they’d beat them senseless.

And right before they regain consciousness, a stamp-! (sound effect)

Someday, I’ll get my chance.

“Seriously… this is absurd. A Lich [a powerful undead sorcerer] was summoned?”

“Yes, that’s…”

Gonnichiwa already looked incredulous.

“Okay, let’s assume that’s true. Who summoned that Lich?”

The magicians exchanged uneasy glances at Legion.

“Th-that person…”

“Hmm.”

Gonnichiwa twisted his lips.

A Lich! It’s ridiculous. A Lich isn’t a monster that humans can summon. For a Lich to be a summon, the summoner would have to be at least a Demon King.

That guy, Legion!

He has a strange aura, like a demon from the Demon World, but he’s not a Demon King. That means what he summoned wasn’t a Lich.

A Lich is another Lord of Darkness!

A Lich above the 7th Circle leads an army of darkness and simply devours ordinary kingdoms.

He summoned such a Lich?

What a load of crap.

He must be a Necromancer [a magician who controls the dead] who specializes in deception. He learned a clumsy trick and is trying to fool the magicians.

“I see.”

Gonnichiwa said, as if he had figured something out.

“What do you mean?”

“That guy. He’s a fraud.”

Gonnichiwa pointed at Legion with his chin.

“A fraud?”

“Yes, that guy is wearing full plate armor, right?”

“Yes.”

“He’s deliberately wearing that kind of armor to disguise himself as a warrior.”

“Wh-what do you mean?”

“It’s a lie to make himself look like a warrior. He’s a Necromancer who deals with undead and curses. It’s a trick to deceive people. A very despicable guy.”

Armor that he can’t take off even if he wanted to.

Unintentionally, the muscles inside the armor swelled up as if they would burst. Thanks to the Rebirth [a magical event], his strength became incredibly dense.

He wields a solid iron sword weighing over 150 kilograms like a toothpick.

Other people may not believe it…

But it’s true.

His body has already surpassed its limits.

An existence with both 7th Circle magic and 7-Star skill [another measure of power].

Among existing humans, is there another person like that? Of course, Gonnichiwa doesn’t believe that Legion is such a skilled person.

“A Necromancer?”

Spasiba looked back and forth between Legion and Gonnichiwa, the chief researcher, as if he couldn’t believe it.

“Yes, he looks like a Necromancer at first glance. He probably summoned a low-level skeleton.”

“Could that be…? It was a bit more… scary than that… Anyway, that’s why the malice is vibrating in the hallway like this. Because he’s a Necromancer who deals with corpses.”

“I don’t know what he did… but he even charmed Lord Baserabap’s mind. He’s no ordinary guy.”

“That’s right!”

Finally, the apprentice magician who served as a servant also began to chime in.

“He’s a really bad guy.”

“That’s right, he’s a son of a bitch.”

They had already forgotten that they had blown up Legion’s room. Even if they remembered, they would probably ignore it.

They are high-level magicians.

Everyone except for a few are less than bugs.

Baserabap cherishes Legion, but that’s only because of fraud. If that guy disappears, it’s just an episode that will be forgotten.

They will kill him and not even leave a corpse.

“Catch him. Catch him and make him reveal how he killed Sayonara.”

At Gonnichiwa’s command, ten magicians stepped forward while chanting spells.

“What did you do to Sayonara!”

Zhaizhaien glared at Legion with eyes as fierce as Gonnichiwa’s.

The hallway filled with a strange heat.

Magic power above the 5th Circle gathered and swelled up the hallway in white.

Legion was dumbfounded.

It’s one thing to be caught off guard.

To be making strange noises after being bombed. Of course, it’s clear that the guys in front of him committed the terrorist act.

Should I just beat them all up first?

Ah, let’s not do that. I’m a Count now.

Hehe-! I am an intellectual.

I am also very morally sound. Perhaps there is no nobleman with as perfect an iron wall as I do in the current popular ME TOO movement.

Because I’ve never even kissed a woman.

I also respect the elderly.

I want to help the sick, and I want to return lost sheep to their owners.

I want to give personality education to gangsters, and I beat up assassins.

My appearance was originally deadly, but it’s been a bit ruined lately. But soon! I will find my old, decent self.

Sometimes a brother named Michael Jackson tells me about skin care in my dreams… but that brother’s nose is too weird.

So pass.

Above all! If Sanka didn’t lie, I’ll be incredibly handsome soon.

Then I’ll be able to marry a really pretty woman…

But why do these things keep clinging to me!

What did I do!

It was then.

A subspace opened with a thud, and Sayonara fell to the floor.

“I, I, I… told you everything… so now…”

Sayonara clung to Legion’s legs as if he didn’t want to say goodbye.

“Why is he like this?”

As Legion asked, the Lich Mamon approached him, fluttering his beautiful long hair.

It’s a scene where the Lich Mamon, who is exuding a ferocious aura like a vicious spirit, is revealing only his upper body next to the 2-meter-tall armored warrior who is emitting murderous intent.

All the magicians who were approaching Legion were startled and stopped walking.

The magicians had never seen such a terrifying scene.

Isn’t this what the Demon King’s descent, which they had drawn in their heads at least once, would look like?

That’s how much Legion and the Lich Mamon standing side by side presented overwhelming fear.

In particular, the sight of his long hair fluttering towards the sky like a jellyfish, and the glinting eyes! This is based on a fear that humans cannot handle!

“Sayonara has told all the facts.”

Mamon said in a scratching voice, small and quiet.

“What is it?”

“You tell them yourself.”

Mamon poked Sayonara with his bony finger.

“Yes? Yes!”

Sayonara jumped up and said.

“Legion is right! I was the one who used the magic scroll, and I received orders from those people over there. It seems that those jealous and envious fools didn’t understand the subject and were acting up!”

“Hmm-! Is that so?”

Legion nodded, looking at Mamon as if he was satisfied. Mamon smiled and rubbed his palms together.

Please use me anytime.

Gonnichiwa frowned as he watched Sayonara’s disgrace.

“What a pity? You’re not dead.”

Legion said.

“You cunning bastard. What did you do to Sayonara? You can deceive others, but you can’t deceive me!”

“What are you talking about? As you guys heard… you guys are the ones who planted explosives in my room.”

“What?”

“So…”

Clang-

Legion drew his iron sword. Magic is good, but there’s nothing as good as an iron sword for beating people.