Magic Is Learned For Nothing [EN]: Chapter 294

Magic is Learned in Vain – Episode 295

# 295

A Man Who Stepped on Misfortune (1)

Legion hummed a tune as he headed towards the mansion where Count Persimmon was resting.

His reason for visiting Count Persimmon was simple.

He was going to tell him, “You’ve been playing and eating here long enough, so please return to your territory.” Of course, the money he received from him was substantial, but… seeing him trying to settle down here made him uncomfortable.

It was like.

Having a high-ranking boss who pays a lot of rent living in my house.

“Eua-ha-hap!”

“Aja-cha-cha ka-pa-cha!”

Loud shouts echoed from the back of the mansion. A tremendous heat was felt. It was the sound of swords clashing.

Legion moved his steps towards the back of the mansion.

Oh! It’s been a while. It’s very nice to see you.

There were familiar faces in the training ground behind the building.

Knight Queens.

Her long, straight arms and legs were still attractive. But your face remains the same.

I recommend plastic surgery magic.

Count Persimmon was sparring with the knight. He had definitely improved a lot. Judging by his movements, he seemed to have almost recovered.

“Legion?”

Queens, who was watching her lord with her arms crossed, widened her eyes as she saw Legion.

Tears welled up in her eyes at how happy she was.

She originally liked Legion. So, when her lord said he would be recuperating in Legion’s territory, she secretly had expectations that they might get together.

But once she settled here, she could count the days she saw Legion on one hand.

At first, she felt disappointed, but as time passed, those feelings disappeared.

She just thought, “He’s not my destiny.”

She is currently having a thing with Bacon.

However, seeing Legion again made her feel a surge of joy.

If it weren’t for her lord, Count Persimmon, she would have run and hugged him tightly.

“Yo, long time no see.”

“Indeed. It’s been a long time. But….”

Queens scanned Legion up and down, looking at his gleaming face and his perfectly contrasting dark skin.

“This is….”

Legion explained briefly.

“Something happened. Don’t ask.”

He was too lazy to answer now.

Everyone he met asked him. He had explained why his skin was dark over 100 times so far. He wouldn’t be surprised if it exceeded 10,000 times.

He might as well write a book about why his skin is dark and publish it.

“Hmm, that’s amazing. Well, nothing related to you isn’t amazing. Ah, should I not call you that anymore? You’re a Count now.”

“It’s okay. Just call me whatever you’re comfortable with. It’s not like you signed a contract with me.”

“Hmph. Okay, don’t take back your words later.”

“Of course not.”

“But what brings you here? You’ve been so busy lately.”

“I have something to say to Count Persimmon.”

“Is there good news?”

“Why?”

“You’re beaming.”

“Am I? Hmm-! You have a good eye. To guess my emotions by looking at my poker face.”

“……”

Is he joking?

What is he talking about? Where else is there someone whose emotions are as obvious as his?

“Did something happen?”

“Yeah, a little.”

Legion smiled brightly.

His smiling face radiated light. It might not actually be the case, but Queens felt like a bright light was spreading from his face.

Legion briefly recalled what had happened in Viscount Beach’s territory.

“50 percent tax. But! Do not touch the share of the territory residents any more than this.”

Then Mark stopped him.

-You’re going to get a lot of hate in this territory.

Why? The territory residents’ taxes are the same?

-Even if the taxes are the same, won’t it get tighter? Then Viscount Beach will spread rumors. It’s all because of Count Legion. So you’re going to get hate. Just deal with it in another way.

So he wrote a contract.

The content was nothing special.

In the future, if you disobey Count Legion, your property will be confiscated, your noble status will be stripped, and you will be exiled from the territory. Viscount Beach tried to refuse, but after seeing his son go into an ogre’s mouth about three times, he silently picked up a pen.

But I don’t know why he was signing as if his parents had passed away.

If you think about it, you just have to listen to him.

Of course, he didn’t forget to attach a curse spirit.

Anyway, those rude things are now taken care of.

I’ll have to see what kind of gifts I get for my birthday this time. It’s okay if they ignore me, but my heart will be hurt.

“Heh heh heh.”

Oops, that’s too obvious of a laugh.

“Wow, your laugh is really evil.”

“Huh?”

“It was a laugh that enjoyed someone else’s misfortune.”

“I’m not that bad of a person. Even objectively, I’m on the very kind side.”

An ant passing by grabbed its stomach and laughed after hearing Legion’s words.

What a load of crap.

“You’re kind?”

“Of course.”

“Okay, I’ll believe you.”

“It’s not ‘I’ll believe you,’ it’s the truth. But how long will it take?”

“Wait a moment. It’s almost done.”

“Okay.”

Legion nodded.

He watched the sparring match between Count Persimmon and his escort knight with his arms crossed. He looked older than his age because he didn’t shave his beard. But his complexion had improved a lot compared to when he first came here.

There was a spark in his eyes again.

His movements also seemed to have recovered to his prime. To be able to fly around like that without using magic.

Count Persimmon, who had finished sparring, finally noticed that Legion was there.

“It’s been a while, Count Legion.”

“It’s been a while, Count Persimmon. You’re a Count now too.”

Count Persimmon burst into a hearty laugh.

His tone and eyes were definitely much more lenient than before. His sharp aura had completely disappeared.

It was an unbelievable change.

Did he attain enlightenment during that time?

He wouldn’t tell me something like, “Mountains are mountains, water is water,” would he?

“Yes, what did you come to say?”

“I came to discuss a few things. You seem to have almost recovered.”

“It’s all thanks to you. That ‘crystal’ you gave me is truly miraculous. The more I dissolve it, the clearer my mind becomes and the higher my intelligence gets. It’s not just that. My overall physical abilities have also improved. Thanks to you, I feel like I’ll soon break through the wall that was blocking me at 6-star.”

“Is that so?”

“Where on earth does that crystal come from? It’s a truly amazing thing.”

“Ah, well, that’s….”

I can’t say it comes out of my butt even if I die and come back to life.

I can’t even tell this to the person who will become my wife. It’s a secret for life.

“I mix a few types of mana and mix it with a few rare gems and minerals. It’s a family secret.”

“Ooh~! A family secret. So that’s one of the reasons why the men of the Alexander family were able to become especially strong. It doesn’t seem like magic or alchemy. It’s an amazing technique. Since it’s a family secret, I can’t shamelessly ask you to teach me.”

“I suppose not. But….”

Legion took out 10 crystals in a leather pouch from his chest. If you’re going to be generous, you have to be much more generous than the other person thought.

If you show favor just as much as the other person expected, they won’t appreciate it.

“That’s…?”

Count Persimmon immediately realized what was in the leather pouch.

Judging by the clinking sound, there weren’t just one or two.

The number of crystals he had dissolved so far was less than ten. With only that much, his physical abilities and intelligence had increased dramatically.

If it’s that much….

Maybe I’ll become a genius.

Count Persimmon, who was confident that he could break through the 6-star wall and become a Sword Master, that is, reach 7-star, even if he stayed like this, was certain that he would become 7-star with those ten crystals!

Desire flickered in Count Persimmon’s eyes once again.

“There are ten. I don’t know what kind of abilities are hidden in them. It’s random. But I’ve confirmed that there are no defective products. It will definitely increase your stats. It’s genuine. There’s also a quality assurance certificate.”

I had to shit my guts out to give birth to 10 of them.

I don’t know how many of these crystals exist in the world, but just in case, I decided to include a quality assurance certificate from now on.

Made in Legion.

Everything else is fake. Beware of imitations.

“Oooooh.”

Count Persimmon threw away his pretense and grabbed the leather pouch.

“How can I repay this favor? I keep owing you.”

“That’s why I’m saying….”

“I’ll grant you any request.”

“I have a good business item [business proposal].”

“Business item?”

Persimmon tilted his head. He was a natural-born martial artist and a civil servant.

He was ignorant about business.

Heinz was much better at business. That’s why Count Persimmon couldn’t help but be puzzled.

“It’s a very big business.”

“How much?”

Is it a business that costs about 100,000 gold? Or 500,000 gold?

“I’m expecting the initial cost to be 5 million gold.”

“…….”

Count Persimmon was momentarily speechless. How much?

“Five hundred thousand gold?”

“No. Five million gold. That’s just the initial capital. I can’t predict how much more it will cost.”

“Are you planning to start a national-level business? What on earth are you thinking?”

“Would you like to join me if you like it?”

“I don’t know. That’s a fund I can’t handle.”

“Doesn’t your territory have an iron ore mine? You have to scrape together the funds.”

“Tell me what you’re thinking first.”

Legion, with a beautiful smile, began to explain about ‘Wyvern World.’

Count Persimmon and Queens, who were listening to Legion’s words, hiccuped without realizing it.

Is this a plausible business?

Maybe the entire kingdom should be involved in this.

No, even if that’s not the case… a fantastic adventure riding a wyvern and a mysterious world? Is this even possible? Special event, dance with the Bone Dragon? Wow! If things go well, you might even make friends with the Red Dragon.

Count Persimmon and Queens couldn’t close their mouths as they watched Legion talk about the scale of such a business as if it were nothing.

Didn’t he say he was twenty years old?

I can’t even imagine how big this man’s ambition is.

* * *

“Ugh.”

Marquis Forsethe groaned and got up from his seat.

He opened his eyes and looked around. He was in a bed inside a tent.

The tent was similar to those of the Western Barbarian nomads, but subtly different. Still, the scale was much larger. The heads of giant monsters were cut off and stuffed on the walls.

It was his first time in such a tent.

He looked at his left arm.

Someone had treated his shoulder and wrapped it in a clean bandage.

“I see. It wasn’t a dream.”

His left arm was completely gone. Since there were no remnants of his left arm, restoration was impossible.

He is now one-armed.

“Heh heh heh… I’m really a sight to behold.”

As a knight, he lost his left hand, which held the shield. That was tantamount to losing half of his combat power.

Still, he felt a sense of relief rather than despair.

What if he had lost his right arm?

He would become a body that couldn’t even hold a sword. It was tantamount to being completely finished as a knight. Some great people lost their right arms and reached higher levels with their left arms, but Marquis Forsethe thought it was almost impossible.

Just then, Jonas came into the tent with a clean bandage and water.

Marquis Forsethe’s eyes widened as he saw Jonas.

She is definitely a different person from his first love. She is beautiful, but definitely different. But why does she remind him of her?

The woman he abandoned solely to get ahead.

She was a truly beautiful woman, just like she looked when he left her.

However, his former girlfriend had fair skin like white jade, but this woman’s skin was generally dark.

Why does he keep seeing her overlapping with this woman?

“You’re awake?”

Jonas said with a bright smile.

“Did you save me?”

“Yes, you were collapsed near our village. Something must have happened.”

“Ho, did a giant monster chase you?”

“What do you mean by monster?”

“Just a giant monster at first glance.”

He wanted to say Bone Dragon, but he couldn’t bring himself to say it. Wasn’t it a terrifying existence that he never wanted to mention again?

Jonas shook his head.

“There were no monsters.”

“Is that so? Then… didn’t you see anyone else besides me?”

“I didn’t see anyone. You were the only one.”

“Hmm.”

Marquis Forsethe let out a shallow groan.

There were 2,500 subordinates. Could it be that not a single one survived? No, that doesn’t make sense. No matter how great the Bone Dragon is, it can’t catch and kill all the fleeing soldiers.

Still, he couldn’t help but feel uneasy.

“Where is this place?”

“It’s our village.”

“Can you tell me where it is?”

“It’s a village in the Dusselrup Mountains.”

“Are you slash-and-burn farmers [farmers who clear land by cutting down and burning vegetation]?”

“Pardon?”

“No. I was just surprised that there was a village in this place called the monsters’ den.”

“It’s a safer place than you think. We get along quite well with each other.”

Jonas meant that monsters and demi-humans lived together hand in hand.

However, Marquis Forsethe understood it to mean that people lived in harmony, relying on each other even in this harsh environment.

“How long have I been like this?”

“It’s been 3 days.”

“3 days.”

“Yes, you must have been very tired.”

“Thank you again.”

“You’re welcome. I just did what I had to do. It’s a festival today, would you like to come out and join us?”

“Festival?”

“Yes.”

“No. I’ll just stay here.”

“Don’t do that, come out. It’ll be a change of pace and it won’t be bad.”

Jonas took Marquis Forsethe’s hand and led him out of the tent.

Marquis Forsethe followed Jonas out of the tent, pretending to be unable to win.

And….

Marquis Forsethe froze again.

Orcs… goblins… wyverns… ogres… were drinking and dancing.

Maybe….

I must still be in a dream.