The Master of Language - T.M.L Chapter 11 (Part 2):

Master waved her left hand casually. Then, with a pop sound, a magic book appeared in the air.

In the center was a large skull with two horns. The ribs were clasped shut over the front and back covers, preventing the book from being opened easily.

I thought she had taken out a magic book made of leaves before, was that my imagination?

Master brought her staff close to the skull. Then, a purple light flowed from the skull’s two eyes, and the ribs opened up as if spreading fingers one by one.

When Master tapped her staff, the book opened by itself, and dozens of pages fluttered open.

It gave me goosebumps.

My instincts told me.

The lives sacrificed to create that book must have numbered at least a thousand.

“Don’t misunderstand.”

“What?”

“If I were to directly kill lives to study death, why would I live so close to the city, why would I come to the battlefield? I can’t say I’ve never killed, but I’m not a mad murderer, Ran.”

Did my emotions show on my face?

Master raised her staff high and kept moving her lips, reading the book.

Then the purple light flowing from the staff began to turn blue.

The blue light gradually spread in all directions and scattered into the sky. But soon it began to fly in a specific direction.

Chiiik.

I quickly turned my head at the sudden sound from the side.

White smoke was coming from the corpse. As time passed, the amount of smoke coming from the body began to increase exponentially. And at the same time, the corpse’s body began to shrink.

By the time Master Abana stopped moving her lips and lowered her staff, the corpse had completely shriveled up.

It had become just bones and skin.

So that’s the price of magic.

Master Abana staggered for a moment. I quickly supported her, and could once again feel the light, featherweight of the elf.

“Thank you.”

Master sat down slightly with a tired look.

When I looked up, the blue light had already risen high into the sky and disappeared.

“Did it work?”

“It will rain over there soon.”

I shaded my eyes with my hand and looked at the Manya Plains.

I couldn’t see the rain falling, but I could confirm that there were no more flashes of light from the red uniformed formation.

At the same time, the blue uniformed soldiers were pushing forward and creating more flashes than before.

Due to the sudden downpour, the Franche soldiers’ muskets had become useless.

“Well, it’s my homeland.”

“Really? I didn’t know that.”

“I don’t really care. I have to kill the king there anyway.”

“Why?”

“It’s personal revenge.”

Mother only said to repay kindness with kindness.

I added one thing on my own: repay hatred with hatred.

I can accept that Father died because he misused his lower body, but I can’t forgive the execution of my innocent mother.

Master Abana didn’t ask further.

Maybe she sensed that I didn’t want to talk about it.

“Let’s go down when the battle is over and night falls. At least a thousand must have died, so there should be no problem creating your familiar. If we’re lucky, we might gather various materials too.”

“…”

Are we going to make my familiar from the corpses of those who died in battle?

Surely not.

Afterwards, Master entered meditation, and I sat quietly studying psychokinesis.

I needed to focus entirely on psychokinesis, but doubts kept rising.

A familiar made from corpses.

Is that really right?

But suddenly, something caught my eye.

“Huh?”

It was a flower that emitted a purple light as if red and blue lights were mixed.

I rarely forget something once I hear it, so I almost knew all kinds of herbs that grew around.

But that purple flower was somehow different.

“I don’t even know what species this is. From the roots to the leaves. It’s so unusual?”

For now, I gently plucked it and put it in my pocket.

I wonder if Psyche would like it if I brought it to her?

After that, I studied psychokinesis while waiting for Master.

And so night came.

The Manya Plains were farther from the cliff than they looked.

It took us an hour to reach the battlefield.

Around the red-uniformed corpses scattered here and there, beasts with yellow eyes were burying their noses and voraciously tearing at the bodies.

Small birds that had made their way through the gaps were pecking out eyeballs, and all sorts of insects were crawling about.

It wasn’t a pleasant sight, but not enough to make me turn away.

Just slightly unpleasant.

“You’re handling it better than I thought.”

“Well, I’ve rowed through corpses before. But it’s my first time seeing so many dead people.”

“I guess the Yura continent is a bit more peaceful?”

“Not really, but there are no wars. This place is truly lawless.”

Master Abana, who had been walking among the corpses, stopped at one place.

“Hmm, this is the strongest spot.”

“What is?”

“What we call the aura of the dead.”

“The aura of the dead? Like death?”

“Rather than that, it’s the will to survive, struggling against approaching death. When people die, not all parts of their body die immediately. Parts that haven’t realized they’re dead still try to survive. Those forces. Those wills. That magic. This is the center of all that.”

“……”

Master had never spoken so ominously before.

Every word seemed to chill me to the bone.

“Now, let’s use this aura of the dead to create your familiar, Ran. I’m so excited.”

As I thought.

I couldn’t help but ask.

“Master Abana. So my familiar will be made from corpses?”

Master Abana’s expression hardened.

She must have sensed my feelings from my voice.

“To be precise, we call it Undead. Why, do you dislike it?”

I sighed. Even as I did so, the foul smell of gunpowder and corpses assaulted my nostrils.

“I’d rather make a contract with Undine or Salamander than a corpse.”

“……”

“I can refuse, right?”

Master Abana bent down.

And looking me in the eye, she said.

“Death magic is powerful magic. So powerful that all mages shun it.”

“……”

“Don’t you want to become strong? Mages with familiars like Undine or Salamander are common. But if you get a familiar here, all the death magic you learn from now on will be incredibly powerful.”

I could roughly understand.

That death magic is incredibly strong.

Perhaps you could kill enemies and use their corpses to gain their power directly.

If I raised corpses to my strength, I could become a one-man army.

But.

From the deepest part of my heart, I hear a voice.

No, it can’t be called a voice.

It’s a strange feeling.

Not now, it says.

Not as a familiar, it says.

It was as if my soul was gently whispering to me.

I looked straight at Master Abana and said firmly.

“Master, thank you, but I don’t think creating a familiar from a corpse is right. I’m sorry.”

The corners of Master Abana’s eyes slowly drooped.

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