Magic Is Learned For Nothing [EN]: Chapter 255

# 256

The Legend of Donte Corman (1)

“Who is it!”

The two knights guarding Sarah Connor stood ready on the first floor.

No matter what happened outside, they wouldn’t budge. They weren’t interested in anything beyond their duty: to protect Lady Sarah Connor until she met Marquis Forese.

They showed no interest in any other disturbances, except for situations like this.

They saw the man in black armor who appeared after smashing through the wall.

The moment they saw him, they instinctively drew their swords, discarding the scabbards. They immediately realized that this was not someone they could afford to deal with casually.

Those bloodshot, fierce eyes…

The armor covered in hardened blood…

The tremendous grip strength to wield an incredibly heavy iron sword with one hand…

And the palpable shift in the atmosphere that accompanied his appearance. Their chests tightened, making it difficult to breathe.

“I’ll say it only once: move aside.”

“We can’t do that. If you want to pass, you’ll have to step over our corpses!”

“Is that so? Understood.”

As if expecting this response, Legion swung his iron sword.

The first floor, filled with pillars supporting the building, became his target.

Legion’s swing shattered six pillars on both sides simultaneously.

Instantly, the inn’s walls swayed as if on the verge of collapse.

The escort knights were speechless at the display of such monstrous power.

Unbelievable brute force.

It was destruction through raw power, qualitatively different from the focused sharpness of mana blades.

They knew it from the moment he held the massive iron sword in one hand, but this transcended common sense.

Such monstrous power to break the pillars supporting the mansion all at once.

“Scatter and attack!”

One of the knights shouted.

The knights moved quickly, generating mana blades [blades of energy formed by manipulating mana].

“This will be your grave!”

The knights’ blue mana blades extended, shimmering.

Drunkards who had been drinking in the first-floor dining area were caught off guard and scrambled to get out of the way.

They crouched in the corner, watching the knights’ mana blades and exclaiming in admiration.

“Wow! It’s been a while since I’ve seen mana blades of such a clear color.”

A drunkard with slightly glazed eyes and missing front teeth slurred.

“What does the color of a mana blade matter?”

A fellow drunkard asked.

“Of course, it matters. The higher the level of the knight, the clearer the color of the mana blade becomes. You know those mana blades that emit a haze, like heat haze?”

“Yeah.”

“That’s a beginner knight’s mana blade. But the higher the level, the more the haze disappears, and the more clearly the color shines. The power is much greater. A mana blade of such a clear color could cut through steel like slicing through tofu.”

“Ooh, impressive. Then what is an aura blade? Is it an upgraded version of a mana blade?”

“As far as I know, it’s not.”

“The names are similar, though?”

“An aura blade is a completely different martial art. The level of the knight is also very high. The standard changes depending on whether a knight can use an aura blade or not.”

“Is it that strong?”

“It’s strong. A knight who can use an aura blade can handle ten knights who use mana blades alone.”

“Then what about that guy?”

The man pointed at Legion.

Legion didn’t use either aura blades or mana blades. He was just slowly advancing with a large iron sword.

“I guarantee it: he’ll lose his life in this attack. A fight between experts isn’t about size.”

“You said you were a mercenary, right? You really have great insight.”

“A man in armor… There are so many people with that level of skill on the battlefield that you can trip over them. That man’s downfall is that heavy armor. Hasn’t it slowed down his movements? That kind of armor is effective enough for ordinary soldiers, but it’s useless against knights who use mana blades. They’ll just cut right through it. So wearing such thick armor is just hastening death. It’s a waste of stamina, and I don’t know what he’s doing. What do you think that guy can do from now on? Nothing! Nothing! He can only die.”

“How pitiful.”

“Pitiful.”

Legion casually scattered his left hand in the air.

Instantly, ancient magic spread and filled the inn like a spider web, and the mana blades of the enchanted escort knights vanished.

The escort knights’ eyes widened in disbelief.

Legion mercilessly struck the escort knights with his iron sword.

Swaaaaaack!

It was just one blow.

The magic defense they possessed shattered upon contact with the iron sword.

It was literally beyond imagination!

The shock exceeded the limits of human endurance, striking their bodies.

With a cracking sound, the armor they wore shattered and scattered.

Thud!

They broke through the wall and were flung away, landing dozens of meters away, motionless as if dead.

Crash!

A carriage loaded with luggage happened to run over them.

The first floor of the inn fell silent.

The drunkards, who had been chattering moments before, couldn’t close their gaping mouths. They looked back and forth between the hole in the wall and the armored warrior in astonishment.

Clang, clang.

Legion walked up the stairs to the second floor with his iron sword.

The only sound on the first floor of the inn was the sound of his footsteps. Everyone swallowed hard, barely daring to breathe.

As he walked, Legion pointed at the man with missing front teeth with his iron sword.

“You.”

“Y-yes? M-me?”

“Be careful with your words in the future.”

“Y-yes. I will definitely be careful in the future.”

Legion shrugged and continued to the second floor.

“U-um, Sir Knight.”

The drunkards called out to Legion.

Legion looked at the drunkards with a questioning expression.

“Could you possibly tell us your name? We have witnessed such overwhelming power. We definitely want to remember you, Sir Knight.”

“Me?”

“Yes.”

“It’s Donte Corman.”

Oops! The name Donte Corman popped out reflexively because it was ingrained in his mind. Well, he couldn’t tell them his real name in a situation like this.

Hey, Mr. Donte Corman, whom I’ve never even met, you should be grateful to me. Your recognition has increased quite a bit thanks to me. Buy me a drink sometime if we ever meet.

That’s right.

Thanks to Legion, Donte Corman’s reputation soared beyond imagination. Because of that, countless organizations spread throughout the kingdom are chasing him.

The only reason he’s still alive is because of his skill.

If his skills were even slightly lower than the rumors suggested, Donte Corman would have been buried in a nameless grave long ago.

“Ah! That Donte Corman!”

“It’s Donte Corman. Donte Corman.”

“I knew it… He was freaking strong.”

The drunkards shouted excitedly, as if it were an honor.

They stared intently at his back, trying to memorize Donte Corman’s appearance.

* * *

The Nex House Kingdom, a long-time rival of the Baroque Kingdom.

Duke Trebia, of the noble bloodline that supports the Nex House Kingdom, and his party members entered the holy city of Poman.

They headed straight there after hunting the White Dragon.

Behind them followed a huge carriage.

The group exuded an aura that discouraged approach.

No one dared provoke them or speak to them first.

It was because of the flag fluttering on the carriage.

The flag of the Empire.

No kingdom on the continent could afford to ignore the Empire.

The military power they possessed was enormous, but it wasn’t just about military might. Trade, influence, diplomatic power – an incredibly complex political web connected all the countries.

Of course, their military power alone had the potential to face more than ten countries simultaneously.

There was a strange phenomenon at one time.

A successful aristocrat in the kingdom, with a high level of education and considerable wealth, surprisingly dreamed of obtaining citizenship in the Empire.

And then he abandoned the kingdom he was born in, casting it aside like an old shoe.

The aristocrat, who received citizenship on the condition that he give a significant portion of his wealth to the Empire, is now said to be running a chicken farm with his entire family within the Empire.

There are still many people who choose the Empire for such a life.

Such an Empire’s carriage is in the holy city of Poman?

The kingdom signed an agreement with the Empire.

The clause stated that if an imperial citizen committed a crime, they could not be punished in any way unless they were arrested on the spot.

A completely unequal treaty.

Because of that, countless citizens were directly exposed to the violence of imperial citizens. Nevertheless, few could stop it.

The arrogance of the Empire was growing more and more.

“This is the holy city of Poman. There’s nothing special about it.”

Berrimore said, looking around. Her words implied that they were far superior.

“It’s a kingdom with a long history. The history alone is worthy of respect.”

The 7-circle Archmage Conery replied.

“History or whatever. It would have been nice if they had been under our rule a long time ago. That would be better for them, too. Then we could have fought the Empire head-on and never been pushed back.”

Conery scoffed at Berrimore’s words.

Although she is a drug addict, she is the highest-ranking saintess. I don’t know why she likes fighting so much.

I’m sure the temple teaches ‘Love your enemies.’

“Your Excellency!”

Berrimore called Trebia.

Trebia frowned. Smith quickly covered Berrimore’s mouth.

“How can you call him ‘Your Excellency’ here! We clearly agreed to unify our titles.”

“Oops! Sorry! Sorry! Captain! Can I go to the department store? I heard the department store in the holy city of Poman is so famous. They say they have everything.”

“You! Get a grip! Don’t you know why we came here?”

Conery scolded Berrimore.

Berrimore twitched her lips with a what’s-it-to-you expression.

“It’s okay. We have time.”

Duke Trebia stopped walking for a moment and put his hands behind his back.

He looked at the dark night sky. Countless stars were spread out endlessly, as if they were about to fall.

“The sky is the same in our kingdom and here.”

He lowered his head and looked at Berrimore.

Even the reckless Berrimore couldn’t withstand Duke Trebia’s indifferent gaze and lowered her head.

“Do you want to go to the department store?”

“Yes?”

“Do you want to go?”

“Y-yes, I want to go.”

“Then go.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

“H-however… Your Excellency, no, Captain, we shouldn’t leave this crazy one alone.”

Conery quickly tried to dissuade Trebia.

“Then you go with her. Just go and soothe Berrimore so she doesn’t run wild.”

Conery’s face turned pale at Trebia’s words. I want to rest too. Because of that damn bitch.

“Let everyone enjoy their freedom for a while. Rest comfortably…”

Trebia raised his head again towards the sky.

“Come back when death begins to descend.”