The Master of Language - T.M.L Chapter 16 (Part 1):

“Ran? Why are you taking so long?”

Speria was standing outside the main door.

She seemed quite bold when opening the door, but flinched upon seeing Master Abana.

Her expression briefly soured, as if her pride was hurt by being startled prematurely.

However, she quickly recovered and began looking around the house. Her gaze stopped at Psyche, who was holding a flower.

Soon, she pointed at Psyche.

“Oh! It’s you! High Elf!”

At that moment, Psyche stretched her hand forward. A staff that looked like a flower appeared.

It was my first time seeing Psyche’s staff. It was in the shape of six intertwined flower petals, shining like a rainbow from red to indigo, excluding purple.

Master Abana walked towards the dining table, yawning.

“Psyche. It’s okay. Put away your staff.”

“But!”

“She already knew about your existence. And she’s at a similar level to me. Your magic won’t be able to erase her memory.”

Erase memory, huh.

Is that the kind of magic she uses?

Psyche glared at Speria for a moment, then put away her staff and left for the lake.

She must be quite angry.

I asked Master Abana.

“Is it okay for Speria to come in?”

“Oh? You two are already on a first-name basis? You’ve become close quickly. Is it because you’re both human?”

“She agreed to take the herbs as you suggested, so it’ll be safe. Right, Speria?”

Speria was silent for a moment, then sat down boldly next to Master Abana.

“Yeah. Give me the water herbs or whatever. I’ll eat it, no big deal.”

Master Abana looked at her with a strange expression.

“You seem quite nonchalant for someone who could die with a single gesture.”

“Well, it’s that kind of situation anyway.”

They both smiled at each other in the same way.

The house was filled with warm sunlight filtering through the tree trunks, creating a cozy atmosphere.

But why do I feel chills?

I quickly went to the kitchen and asked while selecting herbs.

“Are you feeling okay? You threw up a lot earlier.”

“Rather, that’s why I’m hungry. It’s fine.”

I selected herbs that tasted as good as possible and brought them to the table.

“Here.”

Speria pouted her lips once, then took the herbs without complaint and put them in her mouth.

“It tastes bad.”

Master Abana watched her swallow the herbs with half-closed eyelids and said abruptly.

“The guest is almost here. Would you make some tea?”

Why didn’t she say so earlier?

I went back to the kitchen, took out some cups, added mint, and poured water into them.

Speria, who was watching me, poked her head out and asked.

“Hot water?”

“We don’t use fire here. Want some too?”

“Yeah.”

I asked Master.

“You said a guest is coming, right? How many are coming?”

“One. Four cups of tea will do.”

I made four cups of mint tea and brought them to the table.

Meanwhile, Master snapped her fingers once and rubbed them vigorously. Then, tree roots sprouted from the floor and created another chair to the right of Master Abana’s seat.

I sat down to the left of Master, and Speria sat close to me, using me as a shield to avoid Master Abana’s gaze.

A guest, huh.

Is it a new person? Or…

“Is Count Furst coming?”

Master Abana brought the teacup to her lips.

“Yes. -Yawn- I’m dying of sleepiness. If it weren’t for her, I wouldn’t be this tired.”

Speria glanced at me for a moment, then asked Master.

“My staff. When will you return it? I ate the herbs, didn’t I?”

Master Abana slightly turned her gaze to look at Speria.

Her eyes were certainly cold when looking at an enemy.

“Call your master. Once we talk and settle the matters with him, I’ll return it. Not before then. I’ll keep feeding you herbs too.”

Speria’s face contorted.

“Master Kalasta said that once he leaves, we don’t know when he’ll return. It’s usually at least a year or two, and in extreme cases, it’s taken over ten years.”

“Why make such a fuss over little time like that for a mage?”

“I can’t study during that time! Everyone will catch up and surpass me!”

“Oh? Kalasta must have quite a few disciples then?”

“Hundreds of them.”

Wow.

It must be almost like a school, right?

Master seemed a bit surprised too, her eyebrow slightly raised.

“One of the pinnacles of human mages, they say. Impressive indeed.”

Master Abana ended the conversation there.

It meant she absolutely wouldn’t return it unless Kalasta came in person to directly guarantee our safety.

Speria glared at Master Abana with burning eyes. Her nostrils flared, indicating she was quite angry, but in the end, she didn’t say anything.

After a little while, the front door opened and Count Furst entered with a purple butterfly.

“Hello, Abana. I was worried you might not be here.”

“If I weren’t here, this butterfly wouldn’t have appeared to you, Count. Please, have a seat.”

The purple butterfly soon turned into light and disappeared.

Count Furst sat in the remaining chair, glanced at Speria, and said.

“I didn’t know there was another guest.”

“Don’t mind her. She’s just a new slave I’ve taken in.”

Speria’s face twisted with anger.

“Who are you calling a slave?”

Master said indifferently.

“If you interfere more, you’ll have to go out to the clearing.”

“Fine, I’ll leave.”

Speria stood up abruptly and left the cabin.

Bang!

The house might collapse.

“Should I leave too, Master?”

“No, let’s listen together.”

At those words, Count Furst smiled curiously.

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