The Master of Language - T.M.L Chapter 12 (Part 2):

I tried moving the corpses.

Creak.

Creak creak.

The corpses moved this way and that, making strange sounds from their joints. Some staggered and collapsed.

Soon I realized what it meant to move death.

It’s too complicated to control each joint to make them walk. That’s literally moving corpses.

Moving death means using the memories still remaining in the corpse to make it walk. Then I just need to use psychic power to tell it to walk, without needing to control each joint or muscle individually.

Interesting.

It’s a different feeling from fire and water, which have no will of their own.

But then, a huge scythe sprang out from somewhere.

Swoosh-!

With a short sound, one of the corpses lost its head.

Behind it, a dark figure peeked out. Bony hands stretched out from it, holding that scythe.

[Who dares to reverse these numerous deaths!]

My heart sank.

Strange.

Even though this is inside my mental image, that dark figure felt as vivid as reality.

Like Undine.

Like Salamandra.

If corpses are like water, that dark figure is like Undine. Just as Undine is a water spirit, that is probably something like a death spirit.

I turned my attention away from it and tried to send psychokinesis to move the corpses again.

But suddenly the dark figure swung its scythe and cut down the surrounding corpses.

When I moved the water surface, Undine didn’t interfere.

Even when I moved fire, Salamandra just watched.

But the dark figure directly interfered with my study.

[Hmm! A novice who has just stepped into magic! Kuhaha.]

The dark figure freely moved its scythe and ostentatiously cut off the corpses’ heads.

When all the corpses fell, its gaze turned to me.

Its eyes seemed to ask me, what will you do now?

Then I remembered Master’s words.

Don’t react to anyone or anything you meet.

I closed my eyes.

I was already closing my eyes, but I closed them again in my mind.

And regulated my breathing.

Don’t react, study psychokinesis.

I resolved and once again infused psychic power into the corpses.

Then the decapitated corpses stood up again in place.

Originally, the corpses could stand not because their heads were attached, but because I put psychic power into them.

So it doesn’t make sense that they can’t move just because their heads were cut off.

[No! How?]

The dark figure seemed bewildered and hurriedly moved again, swinging its scythe.

And it began to cut down the corpses I had raised again.

But I ignored its actions and silently studied my psychokinesis.

While manipulating the corpses by mimicking bodily movements, I gradually got used to that sensation.

Then the dark figure, seemingly very angry, shouted loudly at me.

[Stop! Stop! Stop it! I said stop!]

The dark figure then firmly gripped the scythe and started rushing towards me with murderous intent.

It seemed to be trying to attack me.

That’s when it happened.

The world in front of me split in half.

And from that split gap, a huge eyeball like a blood-red sun appeared.

The eyeball looked at the dark figure.

[N-no way. Y-you are!]

As red light flashed from the blood-red eyeball, the dark figure disappeared in that moment.

Like dust.

Then someone tapped my arm in reality.

As my mental image shattered, I opened my eyes.

“Ugh. M-Master.”

The world is spinning.

Sky or ground?

I must have overused my head.

“Are you alright? Looks like you studied to your limit.”

At the familiar feeling, I raised my hand to my nose.

I felt the warm blood.

It’s the depletion of magical power I’ve felt dozens or hundreds of times while studying psychokinesis.

It’s too hard to keep my balance.

“I’m too dizzy, Master. Can I rest for a bit?”

Master Abana shook her head.

“I’m afraid we’re not in such a comfortable situation. The dizziness is because your magical power is depleted, so eat this for now.”

She took out something small like a bean from her pocket. When I ate it, my head cleared and the dizziness disappeared.

Only then could I feel the tense atmosphere.

As my vision gradually regained its form, I began to take in the surrounding environment.

Dozens of bright torches.

And below them were people with deadly weapons.

And below them were wolves that looked ready to pounce at any moment.

Judging by their outfits, they seemed like natives of the New Continent.

“Are we surrounded right now?”

Master Abana shrugged her shoulders.

“Don’t worry too much.”

Though she said that, she extended her right hand to the side to summon her staff.

As soon as she did, a hostile atmosphere spread among the natives.

At that moment, a woman began to walk from one side.

The woman’s appearance itself was ordinary. But her attire was exceptional.

In one hand she held a small axe with decorations on the end, in the other hand she held a shield with complex patterns drawn on it, and on her head she wore a feathered hat as large as her upper body.

On the woman’s shoulder was a red hawk, and behind her were two huge wolves.

The woman stood about 5 meters away from us and opened her mouth.

“I heard there was an elf mage helping outsiders, is that you?”

Abana spoke in a low voice.

“You saw well. That’s right.”

The woman’s eyes narrowed slightly.

“Mage Abana. Looks like I met a famous person today. If I remember correctly, I heard there were many tribes exterminated by you. Is that right?”

“It wasn’t what I did. It was their foolishness in testing a mage’s power that exterminated them.”

The woman silently looked around for a moment.

The native warriors spread all around were all looking at the woman.

As if waiting for the woman’s signal.

Is she the chief leading all of them?

The woman crossed her arms and nodded her head towards me.

“And that child? Don’t tell me an elf is raising a human as her own child?”

Abana answered the question with a question.

“Since you’ve surrounded us, can I assume you have the intention to attack?”

“No. We just came to see if there were any muskets left. But looking at this… hmm, seems you packed them away well. As expected, Count Furst is thorough with cleaning up.”

She knows Count Furst?

Feeling that things were taking an ominous turn, I turned to look at Master Abana.

Her hand gripping the staff tightened.

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