Magic Is Learned For Nothing [EN]: Chapter 73

Magic Learned in Vain – 73 (73/502)

# 73

Hainmu the Invincible 2

Step, step.

Legion descended from the second floor to the first.

The creaking sound unique to wooden stairs echoed throughout the tavern. He quickly scanned the first floor. As expected, a big fight had broken out.

“Haa. Really.”

Legion sighed deeply.

He didn’t understand why they kept bothering people who were minding their own business.

He just wanted to eat because he was hungry, but those bastards insisted on joining him at the table. He politely refused.

But they persistently insisted.

Today was his first day here.

Legion thought that he didn’t want to cause any trouble, especially with Count Persimmon and Perrin possibly watching him.

So he agreed to join them, and then…

These sons of bitches started a fight.

He was dumbfounded.

He told them from the beginning that he didn’t want to join them. Why did they insist on joining him and then start a fight? He tried to let it go because there was a lady present, even though she was ugly.

He tried to let it go, but…

He had endured enough. It was all the fault of these bastards who started the fight.

Legion looked at Dreyza and asked,

“What are you doing?”

“Can’t you tell…?”

Dreyza retorted.

*What an impudent bastard. The master asked him.*

“I’m asking because I don’t know.”

“Catching dogs…”

“Dogs? Who?”

Dreyza pointed to the two fallen knights.

Their faces were mangled, and they were unconscious. The ones still standing didn’t look much better. The way they were cautiously looking around, he could roughly guess what was going on.

“Ah. Really? How long will it take?”

“It’ll be over soon. Please wait a moment.”

Dreyza turned his head towards Snake Eyes and Rat.

Snake Eyes and Rat, receiving his gaze, stepped back.

Snake Eyes and Rat looked at each other.

Their faces were filled with dismay. *That’s right! Let’s go to the lord they served. That crazy mercenary wouldn’t dare to act recklessly in front of a noble.* Snake Eyes and Rat were in agreement.

They quickly tried to climb the stairs.

Drop-

Something fell on Rat’s head.

“Huh?”

Tap, tap, tap-

It fell in succession. He wiped at whatever was falling with his palm.

“Heeup.”

He was surprised. Blood was dripping from the ceiling. His mind raced.

There were only young nobles on the second floor…

*Why on earth?*

He felt his heart sink.

If something happened to their lord, they were done for.

A knight who failed to protect their lord would be branded. Unless they possessed extraordinary skills, other nobles wouldn’t even glance at them. They would have no choice but to hide their names and live a different life.

Especially if their lord died before their eyes, everything would be over for them. Their family would hold them accountable.

“No way.”

Snake Eyes and Rat hurriedly ran towards the stairs.

But—to get to the stairs, they had to pass Dreyza.

“Get out of the way!”

Snake Eyes and Rat activated their blades. Magic power like heat haze flowed from their swords. Now they were truly intending to kill him.

Whoosh!

The blades cut through the air—

Dreyza swung his fist and shattered the blades.

Snake Eyes and Rat, who were running towards the stairs, stopped abruptly. Shattering sword energy with bare fists? They couldn’t believe what they were seeing.

Dreyza grinned and began to mercilessly beat Snake Eyes and Rat.

Legion, watching them, asked Mark,

“What’s their combat power?”

-The knights in front, 2-star level. Roughly fluctuating between 500 and 700. Number Three’s total combat power is 18,900, so it’s not even a contest.

“Still, those knights are so weak. They can’t even block one hit.”

-Are you even looking?

“Why?”

-Number Three hasn’t even activated his combat power. He’s only using 87 combat power against the knights.

“Really?”

This time, Legion was a little surprised too. That meant he was beating those knights without any effort.

-That means he’s facing two knights in the 500 to 700 range with only 87 combat power. Do you know what this means?

“He’s winning with just combat experience?”

-Correct. Very much so.

“Good. While we’re here, I can spar with Number Three instead of Sepia.”

-Good idea. I expect your skill proficiency to increase significantly.

“Haa.”

Legion sighed deeply.

-Why the sigh?

“Am I really a mage? I don’t know why I keep doing physical training instead of magic training.”

-You’re worrying about nothing. In the future, you can’t survive by being good at only one thing. You have to be a multi-player.

“Multi-player?”

-That’s right. Individuals need to have two or three jobs to make a living. You should keep up with your physical training. It will definitely help you in the future.

“Haa-! I thought I heard you call me the king of solo play last time…”

-…

Mark realized he had slipped up.

“By the way, shouldn’t I start learning proper magic soon? I can only remember what I learned in the past. That’s ancient magic, right? Didn’t you say it would be a problem if I used it wrong?”

*Why are you silent?*

-I was planning your training method.

He hadn’t thought about a training method at all. After spending time with Legion, Mark had become good at selling things.

“Really? When are you going to start?”

-In between times.

“When is ‘in between times?'”

-Don’t be impatient. You’re just starting out in magic. Don’t think about running when you can’t even crawl. Get rid of your impatience.

“I think I can do it.”

-It seems like we can start magic training as soon as this is over.

“Okay. Let’s do that.”

Legion nodded.

At least he didn’t have to worry about dieting for six months.

That alone was something. Anyway, he had regained his old memories, and he could use his old magic to some extent. In that respect, many enjoyable things might happen in this territory.

Most importantly, he had to find Lactorelium now that he had the power.

That was Legion’s new small goal.

While Legion and Mark were bickering, Dreyza had wrecked Snake Eyes and Rat.

They were lying near the stairs with their heads buried in the wall. The others didn’t dare to lift their faces and cautiously watched Dreyza.

“It’s over.”

Dreyza said, grabbing the Battle Axe that had been blocking the tavern’s front door.

“Did you eat?”

Legion asked.

“Not really…”

“I didn’t eat either. Some lousy bastards stuck to us. Damn it! Let’s go. Let’s go out, eat, have a drink, and go to the inn.”

“Alcohol?”

“Why, do you not like it?”

“No, I like it.”

Dreyza’s drinking habits were notoriously bad.

He would beat everyone when he drank. Nobles, friends, anyone. The reason ‘Crazy’ was attached to his name wasn’t just because he fought anywhere. He became a dog when he drank, which is why he was nicknamed ‘Crazy’.

Unfortunately, Legion didn’t know that.

The outrageous combat power shown by a drunk with bad habits!

A drink after a long time.

Dreyza swallowed hard—

And Legion was about to experience hellish drunken behavior.

Beauty and Leila looked at Lonestar, Mart, and Shuken, who were lying on the floor, severely injured. They couldn’t find their once handsome faces because of how badly they had been beaten.

Blood streamed from their noses and mouths, seeping into the wooden floor.

The seeping blood dripped onto the first floor.

Nevertheless, they had no intention of taking care of the fallen.

They clasped their small hands together and wore ecstatic expressions.

*Was his name Legion?*

*He was so cool.*

*The way he beat them was so beautiful.*

*Ahhh. My lord. We will definitely find you.*

* * *

Count Persimmon, Heinz, and Perrin were gathered in one place.

The Count was sitting, Heinz was standing respectfully, and Perrin was kneeling with his forehead to the floor.

There was no posture that so clearly indicated their respective statuses.

“I heard that Baron Legion has entered the territory.”

Count Persimmon spoke first.

“That is correct.”

Heinz affirmed. As the butler, he had a mountain of work to do now. Nevertheless, he had to find Count Persimmon first.

Things were progressing smoothly, but there was a strange feeling of something going wrong. It was probably because Baron Legion’s appearance was so different from what he had heard.

“Surely, Baron Legion was said to be short and fat, wasn’t he?”

Count Persimmon’s cold gaze turned to Perrin.

“Y-yes, that’s right.”

Perrin, with his forehead on the floor, was sweating profusely down his back. He had planned everything with Heinz. It was a plan that couldn’t afford even a single error.

His future and life depended on this.

“But… I heard that Baron Legion is at least 180 cm tall [approximately 5’11”].”

“Y-yes, I heard that too, but I don’t know how that happened…”

“And he’s a stunningly handsome man.”

“Th-that is.”

“I clearly heard that he was short and extremely obese, but his brain worked like a demon, didn’t I?”

“I-I didn’t recognize him either. He changed so much.”

“Changed? Hmm… That’s a strange thing. Can a person’s height grow that much in just a few months? My youngest daughter is making a fuss, saying she met a man she wants to date. I was so dumbfounded that I couldn’t say anything. How on earth did this happen?”

“Perhaps… magic.”

“Yes, magic. There is magic. Well, dragons do polymorph [change shape]. I remember hearing that too. What about you? Do you know anything about that kind of magic?”

“I don’t know much, but the mages of the Magic Tower might know.”

“Good. Let’s say that’s the case. How many circles [levels of power] would a height-increasing spell be? If it were a lower circle, everyone would be trying to increase their height.”

“Probably…”

Cold sweat dripped from Perrin’s forehead.

“Are you saying that there was a mage of that level in Baron Legion’s territory?”

“No. I was the best mage there when it came to magic. It’s not a lie. I lived there for quite a long time. It doesn’t make sense that there was another mage who could deceive my eyes.”

Count Persimmon clasped his hands together.

Baron Legion. The more he knew, the stranger he became. Even though he had never seen him, he kept getting on his nerves like a piece of meat stuck in his teeth.

Even this time.

He had thoroughly informed everyone about Legion from the entrance.

He had conveyed his name and appearance, and ordered them to monitor his every move. He told them to arrest him if he caused even a small problem, and if he didn’t cause any problems and remained quiet, to somehow make him cause trouble.

But!

Suddenly, Baron Legion appeared, looking handsome. No one thought that he was the same Baron Legion who was known to be fat, ugly, and short.

The knight Queens, who was guarding the gate, was the same.

She opened her eyes wide and stated categorically,

“That Legion and this Legion are different people. I guarantee it with my name.”

He was truly dumbfounded.

The situation had become so strangely twisted that Count Persimmon didn’t know how to deal with it.

But it was too absurd to blame Perrin for this.

“What should we do?”

Heinz asked cautiously.

“Let’s move the plan forward a bit.”

“Understood.”