The Master of Language - T.M.L Chapter 10 (Part 1):

Master Abana crossed her legs and said:

“Alright. Go ahead and tell me.”

Count Furst took out a paper from his pocket and spread it on the dining table.

It was a map of the surrounding areas of the New Continent colony.

“The Manya Plains. We’ll meet the enemy from the east, while they’ll come from the west. The battle is scheduled for noon today. We have about four hours left.”

Master Abana’s eyes narrowed.

“This must be the Grim Mountain Range, so this would be Grim Lake.”

“Yes, indeed. Will it work?”

Master Abana paused for a moment before speaking.

“If we start preparing right now, it should be fine, though tight.”

“That’s a relief. If it wasn’t possible, our soldiers would have suffered great losses.”

Count Furst’s expression brightened.

Whatever it is, Master’s role seems to be extremely important.

Come to think of it, I should have asked what kind of magic she’s preparing. I’ve been too focused on studying Psychokinesis.

Master slightly moved her hand, and a purple butterfly appeared from her palm.

“Well then, I’ll see you later. Follow the butterfly to find your way out.”

The butterfly fluttered through the wall of the cabin.

Count Furst bowed briefly and went outside.

“I’ll see him off.”

I followed him out.

Hearing my footsteps, Count Furst turned his head.

“Ran?”

“I don’t think I properly thanked you.”

“Really? I remember you did.”

“I don’t remember much about my mother’s appearance, but there are a few things she said that I clearly remember. One is that gratitude should be expressed both materially and emotionally.”

Count Furst looked down at me with a faint smile.

“One of those would be repaying kindness with kindness, right?”

The week on the ship’s bed felt endlessly long.

I must have said all sorts of things.

“That’s right. It’s my life principle.”

“So, what are you planning to give me by following me out here?”

“I can’t give you anything yet. Because I don’t have anything. But I wanted to tell you again, clearly. That I won’t forget your kindness.”

I stopped at the boundary between the forest and the clearing.

Count Furst also stopped, but he seemed to hesitate for a moment as the purple butterfly didn’t wait for him and kept flying away.

If he loses sight of the purple butterfly, he won’t even dream of returning to Marshal Harbor through this dense forest.

He spoke briefly.

“I understand. If I need anything from you in the future, I’ll let you know.”

“Before that happens, I’ll figure out what you need first and come to help you. Because that’s what you did.”

Count Furst raised his hand to pat my head once, then immediately followed the purple butterfly.

He might have taken my words as childish bravado, but I intend to repay the kindness of saving my life without fail.

“Ran!”

Hearing a voice from behind, I turned my head to see Psyche standing expressionlessly.

“Yes?”

“Master wants you to come quickly. To the lakeside.”

After saying that, she quickly went back inside.

She seemed to have lost all emotions since that day.

How can she not smile even once?

I trudged back through the cabin to the lake.

Master was standing on one side, stretching her right hand over the water’s surface.

Seeing the slight ripples, it seemed she was studying Psychokinesis.

“Master?”

Abana gestured towards the water’s surface with her eyes.

“You try putting your hand up too.”

I wonder what wind has suddenly blown for her to study Psychokinesis now.

I rolled up my sleeves and stretched out both arms over the water’s surface.

“Should I make ripples too?”

“Rather than that, I’d like you to summon an Undine.”

“Then it would be faster to make ripples.”

“Go ahead and do that then.”

I tilted my head in confusion, but Master’s deep gaze was quite forceful.

She hadn’t been like this in the past month.

For now, I used my Psychokinesis to create ripples.

Then a rather familiar voice echoed in my mind.

[You’re here again? Why the hell do you keep coming?]

She looks like a countryside girl but talks like a rough city thug.

“Are you trying to make a contract with the Undine again?”

“Not exactly.”

“Then try forming one. You probably haven’t responded to her until now, so even a slight response might make her want to contract.”

Master had told me not to respond to Undine, or even to Salamandra, the fire spirit that spoke from within the flames.

Why the change now?

I have doubts, but I’ve decided to trust her.

As long as she doesn’t deceive me first, I’ll trust her for now.

“Alright. How should I respond?”

“Try speaking with your mind in the same way. She’ll understand.”

I closed my eyes first.

And focused on the mental image that appeared.

I could see the lake, the water’s surface, and the Undine beneath it.

The mental image I conjured with my eyes closed was blurry. It had almost no color, and the shapes were opaque.

But strangely, only the Undine was clearly visible.

Even more so than in reality.

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