Magic Is Learned For Nothing [EN]: Chapter 366

The Secret of the Curse (1)

Legion troops’ encampment.

Dreyza and many soldiers watched the horrific battlefield.

The Legion troops did not participate in this battle.

Thanks to Dreyza’s fiery display upon their arrival, not a single high-ranking noble wanted to associate with the Legion troops.

Dreyza’s martial prowess was simply too amazing!

His subordinates also possessed combat power beyond common sense.

The nobles didn’t want to carry out operations with those who had superior combat abilities than their own.

Considering Dreyza’s volatile personality, there was a risk of losing their command entirely.

Therefore, the late Marquis Gagle had completely disregarded the Legion troops.

Fortunately, Count Persimmon, arguably the Legion troops’ only ally, was also absent from this battle.

No matter how capable Count Persimmon was, had he fallen into the trap of those treacherous individuals, he would have had difficulty escaping unscathed.

Count Persimmon is Dreyza’s disciple.

Dreyza wouldn’t have been able to stand by and watch Count Persimmon die; he would have gone to save him, even alone. Of course, the Legion troops would have followed.

Even if they had rescued Count Persimmon, both armies would have suffered great losses.

The dead are pitiful, but…

From Persimmon and Dreyza’s perspective, they were fortunate.

“Did you see that, Senior?”

Count Persimmon approached Dreyza.

The two rarely spoke.

It wasn’t that the relationship between Count Persimmon and Count Legion was bad, but rather that the relationship between Count Persimmon and Dreyza was… complicated.

Strictly speaking, the relationship between Count Persimmon and Dreyza wasn’t inherently negative.

It’s just that everything was complicated because of their grand-senior [their martial arts lineage’s equivalent of a great-grandfather figure]. Meeting only brought back unpleasant memories.

That’s why the two likely kept their distance from each other.

But they were the leaders of a group.

In an instant, tens of thousands of lives were lost. It wasn’t just the lives of soldiers; their dependent families were ruined as well.

The damage increased exponentially.

Therefore, they decided to set aside personal feelings for the time being.

Dreyza looked at Count Persimmon.

Baron Heinz, who could be considered Count Persimmon’s right-hand man, followed with wary eyes.

“It’s okay. Stand back.”

“Understood.”

Baron Heinz did not argue.

Even if he, a 6th Circle mage, and Count Persimmon, a 6-star master warrior, joined forces, they wouldn’t be able to match Dreyza.

No, they couldn’t even escape.

He felt it 확실하게 [Korean: certainly, definitely] when Dreyza turned the knights of the Central Five into mincemeat.

That formidable magical power could not be overcome even if ten magicians like himself joined forces.

Dreyza is known to the world as a 7-star warrior.

However, Heinz cautiously made a prediction. He wondered if Dreyza had broken through the 7-star barrier and reached 8-stars.

8-stars.

The highest realm that human power can reach.

Grand Master.

A title that made your heart race just by hearing it.

Was Dreyza really a Grand Master?

If so…

He never imagined that he would see a Grand Master in his lifetime.

So, he considered it again.

If they had a Grand Master…

If the enemy didn’t know that…

How much would their chances of winning increase?

55 percent?

No, 65 percent?

Maybe 80 percent?

But after witnessing the tragedy of today’s horrific battlefield, he dismissed that thought.

War is not something one Grand Master can solve.

Count Persimmon, who dismounted, took out alcohol from his saddlebag. Then he offered a drink to Dreyza.

“What’s with the alcohol?”

“We’ve never shared a drink between us seniors.”

“You didn’t want to drink with me.”

“I didn’t want to serve a young senior. Moreover, I served the master 5 years before you, senior.”

“It’s not like ranks are given in order of enlistment. There are centurions, chiliarchs [military ranks], knights, and officers.”

“That’s what I’m saying. I didn’t know that when I was young. By the way, have you met the grand-senior?”

“Grand-senior, my ass. He’s a son of a bitch.”

“Have you seen him?”

“Once.”

“How is he?”

“He’s a monster.”

“I see… Is there no way?”

“Why isn’t there?”

Count Persimmon’s eyes sparkled.

The grand-senior killed their master, who was like a parent to them. He didn’t just kill him; he plundered all of the master’s essence.

Because of that, the master was neither dead nor alive for a year, just barely breathing until he died.

Dreyza and Count Persimmon, who watched it happen, shed tears of blood.

The problem was that they didn’t have the power to take revenge on the grand-senior.

He was a great grand-senior back then, but when he killed the master and left the mountain, he had become almost a monster.

Dreyza spread out his palm.

“What is it?”

“It’s something like this.”

Something popped out of his palm.

However, Count Persimmon didn’t notice the object that appeared right in front of him.

At that moment, a scream of ‘Kyak!’ was heard from somewhere over there. At least 500 meters away.

Count Persimmon quickly turned his head in that direction.

“W-What is it?”

“Can’t you tell by looking?”

“No way… No way… You’ve become able to freely launch formless aura? Is that possible?”

“You can tell by looking.”

“Grand Master. Senior was a Grand Master.”

Count Persimmon trembled.

He couldn’t believe that he was witnessing a realm beyond imagination right in front of his eyes. It was like a commoner seeing the most expensive jewel and feeling nothing.

But the emotion evoked by the words ‘Grand Master’ was enormous.

The second senior…

He appeared as a monster beyond imagination.

“If it’s senior, you will definitely be able to catch the grand-senior.”

“I can’t guarantee it.”

“Is the grand-senior in the same realm as the second senior?”

“Maybe. Or a higher realm?”

“Does such a realm even exist?”

“I don’t know. I’ve never been there.”

“Is the grand-senior becoming a god or something?”

“I still don’t know. But even if I lose, I’m not worried.”

Count Persimmon looked at Dreyza, asking what he meant.

“There’s an even bigger monster above me.”

“Who?”

“Is there only one person above me?”

“Count Legion?”

“Yes.”

“W-Wait a minute… Count Legion is stronger than senior?”

“Didn’t you notice?”

“What am I supposed to notice? No, how can a human become so strong so quickly? Is he also a Grand Master then?”

“He uses Grand Master-level techniques and 8th Circle magic.”

“…”

Count Persimmon was speechless.

Two Grand Masters in one territory?

Where was there such an overpowered territory?

“So don’t worry. My master is also grinding his teeth at the grand-senior.”

“R-Really?”

Count Persimmon stuttered because it was too unrealistic.

“So what we have to do is… deeply 고민을 [Korean: contemplate, consider] how to give those bastards a proper blow. The grand-senior is a problem for later.”

Dreyza pointed to the tall and massive castle walls in the distance.

It felt like it was opening its huge mouth like a giant monster and looking this way.

“I saw today that their combat power is enormous… Is there a way?”

“A way?”

“Yes.”

“If you make a way, there is a way.”

Dreyza turned his gaze towards the crying crows. The crows, sensing his gaze, were startled and turned around, flapping their wings.

There were over thousands of crows, but none approached Dreyza.

* * *

Mi Baek found Monsenger.

Really, no matter how many times I look at her, she’s incredibly beautiful. I should get her address this time so I can meet her.

Mi Baek got up from his seat and approached Monsenger.

“Hey, miss. It hasn’t been long since we 헤이진 [Korean: parted ways], but we meet again. What brings you here? You’re not following me because you’re interested in me, are you?”

Along with the words-

Bang!

Mi Baek grabbed his nose and flew dozens of meters, crashing into the beanstalk wall.

“Keuk.”

Mi Baek knelt down and raised his head. His nose was broken. A huge amount of blood dripped down.

His palm was full of blood.

Usually, he would be angry here.

He would swear and rush at the opponent.

But Mi Baek was not an ordinary man.

He pretended to be very dizzy. Then he fell to the side. Blood was flowing from his nose, but he left it alone.

He could have used healing magic sufficiently, but he deliberately didn’t use it.

He acted as much as possible like a truly fainted person. It would be even better if they mistook him for a dead person.

Mi Baek realized in just one blow how great the opponent’s ability was.

Mi Baek and Shuttle.

The common characteristic of both was that they were weak to the strong and strong to the weak.

Both were very excellent magicians, but they had only increased their arrogance because they displayed abilities beyond imagination compared to the people they met.

It was the same now.

He instinctively realized that he should just pretend to be dead to live longer.

Step, step.

Monsenger kept walking.

Legion, who came out of the beanstalk wooden house, blocked her way.

“Stop for a moment.”

Monsenger stopped walking.

He was a man who had never shown her any ulterior motives. It was the same now.

He’s completely different from that guy who’s pretending to be dead over there.

So I don’t want to kill him.

“Get out of the way.”

“Ah, I’m sorry, but I can’t.”

“If you don’t get out of the way, you’ll die.”

“I won’t get out of the way, and I won’t die. So just go back.”

“It’s been 250 years.”

“Huh?”

“I’ve been searching for this place for 250 years.”

“Ah, I’m a little rude. I’ll raise my tone. Grandma.”

“…”

Monsenger was speechless for a moment.

It was a word she had never heard in her life.

Grandma.

What is this?

Mental magic?

The shock was more severe than I thought, so I can’t speak.

“Grandma. Are you friends with my grandma?”

Grandma, are you friends with my grandma?

“Why am I a grandma!”

“You said you’ve been searching for a friend for 250 years.”

“Who said I’m your friend?”

“When you get to that age, don’t you help each other out? Scratching each other’s backs. So you’re friends.”

What, what kind of bastard is this?

I haven’t even exchanged a few words, but I felt like my head was blank.

It’s not magic.

It’s not a spirit.

What is this guy?

What should I say?

He has the skill to turn a person’s clothes inside out with words.

“Okay. I came to meet that bitch.”

“Grandma, you’re tired. Can’t you come tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow! The gate to the Dark Wood closes. So bring her here right now.”

“Oh, come on. This is troublesome. I was trying to be 효도 [Korean: dutiful, showing filial piety] for the first time. Please bear with it if you can. I’ll serve you a cup of tea.”

Monsenger’s eyes turned cold. She was pathetic that she was briefly played with by this 허접한 [Korean: 허접하다 means 허술하고 변변치 못하다, which translates to something like 허술하다(shabby, crude, or 허접하다(worthless)] guy’s wordplay.

Yes, if he’s really that bitch’s grandson…

I’ll pour out my resentment as it is.

I’ll tear your grandson to pieces and eat him.

“Come out! Hellish Demon.”

Monsenger’s summoning magic activated.

Surprisingly, hundreds of super-powerful hellish demons simultaneously appeared, piercing the sky and the forest floor.

The size and appearance were diverse.

Hellish demons appeared, ranging from a maximum of 50 meters to a small 50 centimeters.

The power of the magic they emitted was beyond imagination.

The creations that were given life by Abraham were frightened and quickly hid.

Even so-

Legion scratched the back of his head.