Magic Is Learned For Nothing [EN]: Chapter 393

Magic Learned in Vain – 394

# 394

The Lauzel of the Throne 2

The King looked sickly. Baserabap was by his side, continuously injecting him with stamina preservation magic.

Each time the magic enveloped the King’s body, a bit of life returned. But it was only temporary. His complexion soon worsened.

The King’s health wasn’t good to begin with.

Rumors were rife that if Lauzel hadn’t gone missing, the King would have abdicated the throne and retired as the former king.

It seemed that his capture by Duke Gong during the civil war had caused health problems.

He clung to the throne, gasping for breath, solely because of his belief that the prince would one day return.

And that belief bore fruit.

Prince Lauzel, whom almost everyone had given up on, dramatically returned at the last moment.

The King raised his hand.

Instantly, silence fell over the Grand Hall, which had been buzzing with activity.

Hundreds of nobles and knights held their breath and looked at the King.

“I commend you all for fighting for the kingdom…”

The King spoke in a whisper.

But his voice, still carrying strength, was clearly heard by everyone.

Oh, he’s not just an old man.

Legion was slightly surprised.

He didn’t seem like a gold spoon [someone born into wealth and privilege] who naturally ascended to the throne by being born into royalty.

In that fleeting moment, his eyes and voice held an indescribable power.

It overwhelmed everyone present.

Of course.

The King wasn’t just a gold spoon.

Although the kingdom was in turmoil due to his illness and aging, it had been quite peaceful until recently.

Naturally.

The King had completed a strong centralization of power. The local nobles were intimidated by the tiger-like King’s force and only watched his every move.

Originally, he had competed with thirty-two princes. In the midst of this, the third prince started a rebellion, massacring all his brothers. He didn’t spare his younger brothers either.

Due to that incident, almost all the princes died, and the shocked former king collapsed.

The only remaining prince was the current King.

In his youth, he had overthrown the third prince with Baserabap, Duke Sijinpi, Duke Trump, and Duke Gong.

They were now mortal enemies, but back then, they were the only comrades who could trust each other with their lives.

The younger generation didn’t know, but the older generation knew this fact.

That the King was a man who had walked such a path.

“But I have now become an old relic. New wine must be put into new wineskins [a biblical reference meaning new ideas require new methods]. Today, I officially declare in this place. The next throne will be inherited by Von Straut Lauzel.”

Everyone had expected it.

The King’s words continued.

“The coronation ceremony will be held a week later, along with the victory celebration.”

A week later?

Everyone was surprised by this.

They thought it wouldn’t be this year at the earliest.

Hundreds of thousands of soldiers had been killed in the civil war. The defense power was woefully weak.

In a moment of carelessness, neighboring countries might invade.

It was a time to open their eyes wide and do their best. Showing that the King was still healthy also played a part.

But suddenly, a succession to the throne.

Did that mean the King’s health was that bad?

“From now on, all state affairs will be conducted with Prince Von Straut Lauzel.”

The official order was given.

Lauzel would become king in a week.

Until then, he would be the acting king.

He would have absolute power.

The dream that the King’s faction had so desperately wanted had become a reality.

The King retired with Baserabap.

Lauzel stepped forward to the platform.

“I am Lauzel, who will inherit the next throne.”

Lauzel spoke calmly, as if he had practiced a lot.

Wow!

“Your Highness! Fighting!” [a Korean expression of encouragement, like “Go!”]

As he stepped forward, the numerous nobles and knights who had fought with him shouted with tremendous enthusiasm.

He blushed slightly, looking a bit embarrassed.

Legion was about to shout ‘Sing! Sing!’ when Count Persimmon, horrified, covered his mouth.

“Are you crazy?”

“Why?”

“Asking the new king to sing!”

“Can’t I?”

“…….”

Count Persimmon tilted his head. Come to think of it, there was no reason why he couldn’t.

But thinking about it again, it seemed like he couldn’t. No one had ever shouted ‘Sing! Sing!’ to someone sitting on the throne.

“If you can’t sing, you can’t get married. Oh, I hate it!”

Legion was about to shout again.

Count Persimmon firmly blocked his mouth.

“Don’t do it.”

“Please. Don’t get me in trouble too.”

Legion didn’t understand. Why would he get in trouble for saying that? The Lauzel he knew wasn’t that petty.

“It’s not because of the new king’s personality. It’s to prevent the dignity of the throne from falling. If you said such a thing, Lauzel’s people wouldn’t stand still.”

“Is that so?”

“That’s right.”

Too bad.

He wanted to try it once.

Anyway…….

Now we need to find a new headmaster. Who should it be?

Legion suddenly thought of Shuttle and Mibaek.

Somehow, putting these two together would have a tremendous synergy effect.

Thinking about that, Legion shook his head. Mibaek had already signed a contract to build cosmetic surgery magic centers all over the kingdom.

Mibaek would never want to be a headmaster.

Then what about Shuttle?

Ah, he can’t do it alone.

Somehow, he had a feeling that he would be the first headmaster to be bullied by the students.

His future was predictable.

Poor Shuttle, pass.

Then who should it be?

Mamon?

Ah! No way. It would be a disaster if all the students became black magicians and set out to conquer the continent.

-There’s no evil group like that.

Evil group?

-Do you think your territory is normal?

Of course, it’s normal. Anyone can see that it’s normal. If there’s even a little bit of something strange, I’ll change my last name.

-How about going on ‘Are you at peace?’

What’s ‘Are you at peace?’

-A popular real-time magic broadcasting program these days. They give advice on your problems. I want to put in a problem.

Hey! Hey! What if it’s not?

-I’ll solve the vasectomy first.

Okay. You promised?

-Okay, deal. Then apply.

I will. If not, you have to undo my thing right away.

-Believe me. What if you lose?

There’s no way I’ll lose.

-But what if you lose?

Haircut?

-No, no, no. That’s not enough.

Then?

-Marry Monsenger.

What the hell, is this crazy? Do I have to marry that mean bitch from my past life to this life? Do you want to die?

-If you’re confident, bet. That’s how a bet is made, right?

Um…….

-If you’re not confident, get lost.

I will.

-Really?

I said I will.

-Don’t regret it.

You better not regret it. If you lose, in addition to undoing the vasectomy, don’t ever defy me again.

-If I lose……, I’ll be your slave.

You promised.

-Call.

Good. Call.

That’s how Legion and Mark decided to appear on a magic broadcast called ‘Are you at peace?’, which was sweeping the nation.

“You…….”

Count Persimmon shook Legion’s shoulder. His eyes were very worried.

Legion was like a treasure to the kingdom. Of course, most people didn’t know that, but Legion was strange.

He had been talking to someone in the air since a while ago.

“Yes?”

Legion looked at Count Persimmon.

“Do you have something like a delusion?”

“Delusion?”

“Is someone constantly talking to you?”

“Yes? Ah, yes.”

Wow, that’s weird. How did he know Mark was inside me?

“Did you know?”

“I know now.”

“Ah, I see.”

“Even a powerhouse like you has a mental illness.”

“Mental illness?”

“I know a temple well.”

A temple where they lock up people with mental problems.

“If you’re a high-ranking noble like you, they won’t tie you up and lock you in a room.”

“Me? Why?”

“You just have to take the medicine they give you every hour and have frequent interviews with the priest.”

“Why do I have to have an interview with the priest?”

“You can’t get any worse.”

What’s getting worse?

“Promise me.”

“So what?”

“Promise me you’ll go to the temple.”

“I’m busy…….”

“I’m busy too. Promise me. It won’t hurt you at all.”

“It won’t take long, right?”

“Of course.”

“Okay. It’s Count’s request, so I have to listen to it.”

Legion really didn’t know.

Where that place was.

“Next meritorious subject!”

Lauzel’s voice was heard.

Only then did Legion hear his voice. Lauzel had been personally awarding and praising the meritorious subjects for quite some time.

It was hard for the people waiting, but it seemed even harder for Lauzel, who was giving the awards.

“Count Persimmon!”

-Wow! The Overlord of the North! Count Persimmon!

A tremendous cheer erupted.

It was Count Persimmon who had beheaded Count Peam, a close aide to Marquis AIDS. The damage Count Peam had inflicted on the royal army was enormous.

If he hadn’t been stopped, at least 10,000 more soldiers would have been killed for sure.

From the perspective of the royal army soldiers who had clashed head-on with Marquis AIDS, Count Persimmon was like a savior.

Count Persimmon went up to the platform.

He greeted Duke Sijinpi and then knelt before Lauzel.

Duke Sijinpi said to the meritorious subjects in a solemn voice.

“Count Persimmon, he made a great contribution by beheading Count Peam, one of the leaders of the rebellion. Therefore, I, Prince Lauzel, the acting king, bestow upon you two legendary items and 20,000 hectares of land in the north as a reward. And I promote Count Persimmon to Marquis.”

-Wow! He’s a marquis. Awesome!

-He’s a super high-ranking noble. I knew that someday Count Persimmon would rise to the rank of marquis.

-Wow! I’m jealous.

Sounds of congratulations poured out from everywhere.

Count Persimmon knelt down and flinched. He didn’t expect to receive such a high rank.

Lauzel put his sword on Count Persimmon’s shoulder and head and sprinkled holy water.

A short but solemn ceremony was held.

Count Persimmon’s face, who had returned to Legion’s side, was flushed red.

Even that bold man couldn’t hide his excitement at the tremendous reward he had received.

The awarding ceremony for meritorious subjects continued.

But…….

Almost all the meritorious subjects received awards, but Legion was not called.

Dreiser also received the title of Baron.

He grumbled as he returned, ‘Ah, I didn’t want to be a noble,’ but he didn’t seem to hate it. His eyes were subtly smiling.

Bacon was also appointed as a Baron. He came down from the platform crying.

“Mom, Mom in heaven! I became a noble. Are you watching?”

Originally, he was a deserter. He picked a fight with Legion and signed a forced contract for decades. So, from the beginning until now, his status is an exclusive servant.

Such a man received the title of Baron.

How could he not be happy?

But his mother is still alive.

If she heard what he said, she would curse him as an unfilial bastard.

“But……, why don’t they call you?”

Count Persimmon, no, now Marquis, tilted his head.

“Well, it could happen.”

Legion answered as if nothing was wrong. Unlike his appearance, he was burning inside.

What if Duke Sijinpi didn’t call his name?

What would happen to him if the awarding ceremony ended like this?

What a disgrace!

Everyone else gets an award and only he is awkwardly standing and leaving the Grand Hall? If he had come alone, he would have thought of an excuse, but that wasn’t the case.

Everyone was watching.

Especially Dreiser and Bacon were staring with their eyes wide open on purpose.

Don’t look!

I’m going to smash those bastards’ eyes!

Legion put his hands behind his back and smiled on purpose. He couldn’t smile, but he tried to smile, so it felt like his mouth was cramping.

I’m going crazy.

They still don’t call him.

“Lastly…….”

Duke Sijinpi mentioned ‘last’.

Ah!

Legion clasped his hands and prayed.

You don’t have to give me an award.

I don’t even need a promotion.

Just call my name.

I don’t want to die of embarrassment.

Please…….

Duke Sijinpi looked around and said.

“The one who made the greatest contribution in this civil war is…….”

Doo-doo-doo-doo [onomatopoeia for a drumroll].

“Count Legion.”

The word ‘Legion’ came out of Duke Sijinpi’s mouth.