The Master of Language - T.M.L Chapter 11 (Part 1):

I’ve never seen a corpse that drowned before.

I had heard stories.

The grown slaves liked to tease the younger slaves. Thanks to that, I was well-versed in stories that were a bit too early for a child to hear, so I knew how gruesome a drowned body could be.

But seeing it with my own eyes, it was even more grotesque and creepy than all those descriptions.

As a purple hue seeped into the corpse, it began to move on its own. Flailing its swollen arms and legs, it swam and came out of the lake.

“Is this your doing, Master?”

Master Abana removed her hand from the water’s surface. Then, sitting down there as if tired, she said in a low voice.

“It’s your first time seeing my magic, isn’t it?”

When she said it was her magic, it meant it was her specialty.

Saying “my magic” means it was her specialty.

“Are you saying you control corpses?”

“Yes. More precisely, I study death. It’s called death magic. Heh, you seem shocked.”

It was indeed surprising.

I never imagined she could perform such horrific magic.

“I had no idea you could use such magic. You didn’t show any signs of it.”

Master Abana gave a faint smile.

“It’s heavily shunned. The power to control corpses is too strong.”

“…”

“So it must be kept hidden. You must never reveal even a hint of death magic. If anyone finds out, you’re as good as dead. When a death mage appears, even factions that have been at war for centuries form alliances. I haven’t told you until now because of this danger.”

And the fact that she’s telling me this now means she intends to teach me death magic.

The strongest, worst magic.

“Anyway, since it’s a large lake, I thought there might be at least one drowned corpse, and luckily, there was. Now, I’m going to use this corpse, the Undine, along with the water properties I’ve drawn up so far, to cast a spell. Let’s head to Manya Plains first. They should be in the midst of battle preparations. Hopefully, we’re not too late…”

Master took a few deep breaths, then stood up and started walking again. I followed behind her silently and asked.

“I know it’s water magic, but what kind of spell are you going to cast?”

“I’m going to make it rain.”

I doubted my ears.

“R-rain, you say?”

“Yes.”

Master’s expression showed no hint of jest as she casually stated she would control the weather.

Creating ripples on the water surface, creating fire from the hands, and even controlling corpses.

I could accept those to some extent.

But controlling the weather?

Is that really possible?

“Are, are you serious?”

Master Abana looked at me.

There was a strange smile on her face.

“Hehe. Why? Does your master finally seem impressive to you?”

“Yes, truly. Making it rain out of a clear sky, that’s just godlike, isn’t it?”

Master raised her hand and patted my head.

“I like that look of admiration in your eyes and want to keep it, but I should tell you in advance so you won’t be disappointed later. I can make it rain, but not for long.”

“How long?”

Master Abana touched her chin.

“Hmm, about 10 seconds?”

“10 seconds? Just 10 seconds?”

What kind of joke is this?

All that preparation for over a month for this?

Master Abana chuckled.

“Why, are you disappointed?”

“Ah, no. It’s not that. It’s just.”

“Just?”

“How does making it rain for 10 seconds help Count Furst?”

“Ah, I forgot you haven’t been in the New Continent for long. Then you might not know.”

“……”

“It wouldn’t be fun to tell you everything at once, would it? Just watch later. See how your master helps Count Furst.”

Judging by her expression, she definitely won’t tell me.

So I had no choice but to silently follow Master.

It would have been a nice walk if not for the faint smell of decay rising from the drowned corpse walking behind us.

We walked and walked until we stood at the edge of a protruding cliff.

“Oh? It looks like it’s already started.”

At an unknown distance far away.

On the open plains, there was a blue line and a red line drawn sharply.

And alternating flashes of light along with rising black smoke.

“My, they’re fighting quite excitingly.”

At the mention of fighting, I squinted my eyes to look again.

Then I could barely make out that each line was made up of soldiers in uniforms.

She can see that?

I’m not sure if elves naturally have good eyesight or if becoming a mage improves your vision.

“Those seem to be Baritone and Franche soldiers? Is it because it’s the New Continent? It’s quiet in the mainland. Ah, it’s not a war between countries but a battle between companies.”

Master Abana pulled out her staff.

“Well, I don’t really care about that. What I know is that we need to help the blue side. In other words, we need to make it rain on the red side. Got it now?”

Make it rain, she says.

I focused all my attention on observing the battle situation.

The flashes of light that blinked alternately and the black smoke that rose afterward. The deafening sound of gunfire.

Of course, it was gunpowder explosions.

“Ah, muskets! So that’s why the rain?”

She grinned.

“Now. Watch carefully.”

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