Magic Is Learned For Nothing [EN]: Chapter 293

# 294

Monster Territory 2

Red Dragon Preitia searched 30,000 leagues [approximately 90,000 miles, a vast distance] for Don Quixote Man.

They say the lover who abandons me won’t even make it ten leagues [about 30 miles] before falling ill, but that bastard Don Quixote Man was still running away just fine.

From the top of the kingdom to the southernmost tip, there wasn’t a place she hadn’t scoured in pursuit of that guy.

Even back when she was enjoying life’s games with Polymorph [a spell or ability to change shape], she had never searched so thoroughly.

Eventually, she became consumed by rage.

“You son of a bitch, if I catch you, I won’t just kill you! I guarantee you’ll regret being born. I’ll completely destroy you!”

She gnashed her teeth as she shouted.

In reality, Don Quixote Man was already regretting being born, even without Preitia’s concern.

These days, he just constantly lamented his fate.

“What sin did I commit in my past life to live like this?”

They had no choice but to return to farming. They built a house in a remote area, but the villagers whispered.

“There’s a monster in armor farming.”

“What on earth is he?”

“I heard the armored monster threatened the village chief and stole the method for growing organic vegetables.”

Because his appearance was so striking, there was no helping it.

Fortunately, the villagers were so rural that they hadn’t heard the rumors about Don Quixote Man.

So, a secret story was born about a strange farmer in the village, and Don Quixote Man and Jack Nicher were able to spend some peaceful time.

“Ah, farming was my true calling.”

“Isn’t it? They say agriculture is the foundation of the world, and it seems that’s really the case.”

Since no one could find them here, the two were spending the happiest time of their lives for nearly a year.

Thanks to that, the sparks flew to the saint Jason, who only did good deeds on Friday the 13th.

Red Dragon Preitia had come to find Jason.

Jason’s eyes, shining from within the round white mask, were noticeably shaking.

The most beautiful woman he had ever seen among all the women he had ever met!

A halo shone from afar. Even Jason, who had already transcended worldly desires, couldn’t turn away after seeing Preitia once.

She was too beautiful.

And intense.

The red hair, blazing like a volcano, seemed to completely bind Jason’s entire body.

If a woman is that beautiful…

She must be a very famous person.

Her confident demeanor was evident even in her walk. She was walking straight towards Jason.

Clack, clack.

Saint Jason, who only does good deeds on Friday the 13th, has a hideous appearance. Because he has burns on his face, he always wears a round mask, which creates an even more terrifying atmosphere.

So, it was very difficult to get close to him unless you knew him well.

But, of course, Preitia wasn’t intimidated by him in the slightest. Drazer alone was three times more ferocious than that guy.

Normally, she wouldn’t have even looked at such a face, but now was not the time to be picky.

Gulp.

Jason swallowed hard and looked at Preitia.

He had a pig dream yesterday. Not just any pig, but a black pig dream. He had a feeling something good would happen, so he bought a lottery ticket.

But it seemed it wasn’t the lottery.

Was it to meet this woman that I had come so far?

“How can I help you?”

Jason said as gently as possible.

“Do you know Don Quixote Man?”

“Pardon?”

“I heard you’re friends with Don Quixote Man.”

“What are you talking about?”

“I’m having a really hard time right now. So, I get a little annoyed when people beat around the bush. Got it? Let’s make this easy.”

“Easy?”

In that moment, Jason felt his vision flash. Everything went dark, and he found himself falling on his butt without realizing it.

Trickle, trickle.

Something was flowing over his lips. He licked it with his tongue. Damn it, it’s blood.

His nose was broken.

Did I just get hit by that woman?

Some lord told to turn the other cheek if someone slaps the right cheek.

Jason is a saint.

He was hit hard enough to break his nose, but since he’s a saint, he figured there must be a reason.

He dusted off his butt and stood up.

“I think there’s some kind of misunderstanding…”

Smash!

The mask he was wearing flew off.

Smash!

Preitia kicked him in the balls.

“Kuh-huh-heok!”

It felt like one of the two was broken. Jason narrowed his knees and trembled.

The sky turned white.

Preitia grabbed Jason’s hair and pulled.

“Bite down hard.”

The beating began.

Just because he was Don Quixote Man’s friend.

Jason was going on a backpacking trip to hell.

* * *

Viscount Beach, who thought he was born with a strong constitution, was now finding it difficult to figure out what to do.

In fact, he still had the desire to defeat Baron Legion and seize the mine.

But then, a bolt from the blue struck.

Baron Legion suddenly jumped to the rank of Count, and he was incorporated into his vassalage [the feudal obligation of service or homage].

The bewilderment and absurdity of that situation can only be understood by those who have experienced it.

It was impossible to accept.

His son also tried to persuade him.

“Father, that guy being our lord is just absurd. It’s outrageous. What happened to Count Persimmon? Why doesn’t he say anything? We shouldn’t bow our heads to that Legion guy until we hear directly from him about the current situation.”

The son’s words were insubordination.

Such insubordination that he wouldn’t be able to say anything even if he was stripped of his title.

Nevertheless, Viscount Beach reluctantly followed his son’s opinion.

This was because of his deep-rooted distrust of Legion, who was about the same age as his son, and his desire for the mine he possessed.

However-

If the situation is like now, the story changes 180 degrees.

What on earth is this? Why were ogres surrounding the mansion in full armor?

The knights he had hired at great expense charged at the ogres, only to be blown away in one hit. I’m not just saying that, they really flew away in one hit and became stars.

The knights rushed in, emitting mana blades, but the ogres blocked them by emitting mana blades five times larger.

An ogre said.

-Krrr (Ugh, if I wasn’t really the master’s bro, I would have eaten you in one bite).

Seeing that, he almost fainted. The knights and soldiers threw away their swords and surrendered.

-Krrr (Surrender my ass. Kneel down in that corner over there).

The knights and soldiers knelt down in a row in the corner of the mansion without a single complaint.

“Should we raise our hands too?”

-Krrr (That’s a good idea).

The knight who asked the question raised his hand and shouted.

“Awesome! I was right, wasn’t I?”

“……”

The soldiers next to him were dumbfounded.

The highlight of this incident was Count Legion, who flew in on a giant wyvern [a dragon-like creature, typically smaller and with two legs].

Count Legion slapped the back of the ogre’s head in the corner and shouted. The ogre was soon teary-eyed.

Am I dreaming right now?

“Viscount Beach.”

Count Legion called out to him. It wasn’t a dream.

He was very handsome before- but now he was shining so brightly that a halo was visible from afar. His face was sparkling.

What didn’t make sense was that he was shirtless.

At first, he thought he was wearing black armor. But upon closer inspection, it wasn’t. His skin color was black.

What is that… a prank?

Everything was beyond Viscount Beach’s comprehension.

Step, step.

Count Legion approached him.

Viscount Beach took a step back without realizing it. He was also a knight. He had recently crossed the 4-star wall and reached 5-star.

It wasn’t a bad achievement at all.

Nevertheless, he couldn’t withstand the energy that Count Legion was emitting with a smile. Viscount Beach couldn’t understand all the situations that had suddenly unfolded.

“Wh-what! Did you come for revenge!”

Viscount Beach shouted. Legion frowned.

What revenge?

“I came for a territory inspection?”

“Territory inspection?”

“Yeah. Don’t you know who I am?”

“B-Baron Legion…”

“Baron?”

“Cou… Count.”

Viscount Beach’s voice gradually decreased.

“Count?”

“You are Count… Your Excellency.”

“That’s more like it. Then what about you? Aren’t you my vassal?”

“……”

“I guess not.”

“……”

Viscount Beach couldn’t bring himself to say it.

The words, ‘I am Viscount Beach, who serves you,’ lingered in his mouth. But he didn’t want to say it out loud.

He couldn’t bring himself to kneel before such a young punk, not even Count Persimmon.

He heard that there was a recommendation from the Great Sage Baserabab. How on earth did he win over Baserabab?

Viscount Beach never dreamed that Legion was the one who had defeated the Bone Dragon that had devastated the Poman Cathedral.

“What? You weren’t my vassal? Hmm…”

Legion stroked his chin and pondered, then spoke without looking at Viscount Beach.

“I guess I can’t reason with words. Sepia.”

-Krrr (Yeah, bro).

“Take care of these guys.”

-Krrr (How much)?

“What’s the point of vassals who can’t even recognize their lord? There are plenty of guys who want to become viscounts anyway, so just take care of them roughly. If they don’t realize their mistake, they don’t have to get up again.”

-Krrr (That’s my specialty. Hehehe).

Sepia put the mace on his back and clenched his huge fists. And he approached Viscount Beach and the knights who were guarding him.

Oh, heavens!

There’s even a saying that there’s a way out even when the sky falls……

But now, no matter what he did, he couldn’t see a way out.

* * *

Deep in the Dusselph Mountains.

A place where untouched natural nature lives and breathes. Lich Mamon and Shuttle barely arrived after overcoming all sorts of adversities.

“Hee, hee. Is this the right place this time?”

Shuttle sat down on the floor, panting. He almost died several times while coming here.

How could there be so many poisonous insects?

He was really annoyed when he was attacked by giant ants and giant spiders.

He urgently summoned skeleton soldiers and ordered them to fight the poisonous insects, but the bastards were indifferent.

-Why should we?

The skeleton captain replied sullenly.

“You’re my summons.”

-If you summoned us, you should respect our skeleton rights accordingly. How can we follow you if the master isn’t acting like a master?

He was speechless.

In fact, the skeleton soldiers were sulking. It’s been like that since they were disciplined by the boss. The master blamed the skeletons for his own mistakes. So, the skeleton soldiers don’t listen well these days.

So, Shuttle sincerely apologized to the skeleton soldiers.

“I was wrong. So, let’s get along well.”

The skeleton captain said.

-Please promise to guarantee our basic skeleton rights in the future.

“Okay. I said I was sorry.”

He was so frustrated that he couldn’t live.

Where in the world is there a summoner who apologizes to his summons? But what could he do? He was the one who was desperate.

After he apologized, the skeleton soldiers finally calmed down.

-We are also individuals, so please don’t treat us carelessly.

With those words, the skeleton soldiers fought against the giant ants.

What’s absurd is that the giant ants are much stronger. It took less than 10 minutes for the summoned skeleton soldiers to be annihilated.

He was dumbfounded.

The bastards shouldn’t have pretended to be so great.

“Are you kidding me? What are you doing?”

Lich Mamon stepped forward. The giant ants disappeared completely with his three magic spells.

It was really terrifying magic.

Shuttle barely managed to hold back the curse that was about to come out as he watched Mamon.

If you had stepped up sooner, I wouldn’t have suffered like this.

Of course, Shuttle wasn’t brave enough to say such things out loud.

Shuttle seemed to have lost 10 kilograms [approximately 22 pounds] while coming here.

Mamon looked like a lackey when he was with the boss… but he’s not at all now.

His nagging was innate. Or maybe he learned it from the boss. Thanks to that, every day was like hell for Shuttle.

Really, the lich was the king of death, and it was a journey where he could definitely feel why. Ordinary monsters couldn’t even approach him because of the powerful aura of death he emitted.

Being attached to such an aura of death, Shuttle felt like his energy was being drained, even though he was a necromancer.

And so, he finally arrived at the dungeon of the Black Flame Reincarnator, whether it was Monmeogeodo [a made-up place name] or Pibak [another made-up place name].

It was really a march of hardship that couldn’t be heard without tears.

“This is the right place.”

“Is it?”

Shuttle looked around the place called the dungeon. He couldn’t see anything.

It was just full of vines.

“Could there be a barrier? I can’t find the location of the dungeon with my skills?”

“What barrier? Can’t you see it?”

“I can’t see it.”

“Tsk.”

Lich Mamon sighed as if he was pathetic and cleared the vines with his hand. A small entrance about 2 meters tall was visible. It was hidden by the vines so he couldn’t see it.

And he pointed to the side of the entrance.

“It says Monmeogeodo, right?”

Shuttle was really dumbfounded.