The Master of Language - T.M.L Chapter 16 (Part 2):

“It seems you know why I’ve come, Abana?”

“You’re not the type to come and celebrate yesterday’s victory, and I suppose you’re here to assign another task? Since we won the battle, you’ll want to finish things up.”

Count Furst nodded.

“I plan to completely destroy the Frenche company and occupy the port. If we completely control Marshal Harbor, it will be difficult for Frenche to send more soldiers.”

“Hmm. I see. Anyway, what do you need from me?”

“As you know, most mages in the Yura continent deal with fire and iron magic. That’s why they all hate crossing the sea, but with Frenche’s national power, they might be able to send a few.”

“Oh?”

“Wouldn’t it be easy for Abana the mage, who can handle water, to settle things at sea before they reach land?”

“So, in simple terms, you want me to prevent Franche from sending mages?”

“That’s right. Other than that, there shouldn’t be any variables I can’t handle.”

Master Abana thought for a moment, then glanced at me.

“Alright. I’ll send my disciple.”

Count Furst’s gaze turned to me.

If I could look at myself, I probably would have too.

“Me?”

“You mean Ran?”

When we both asked simultaneously, Master Abana nodded.

“Ran has developed incredibly over the past month. He can move all of nature at will, and even move things beyond that easily. It’s time he uses his magic outside the cabin too.”

“……”

“……”

I silently turned to Master Abana and asked with my eyes.

Really?

I don’t know anything except psychokinesis?

You’re just saying that, right?

Master Abana smiled slightly and patted my head as she continued speaking.

“The Frenche soldiers were defeated yesterday, right? How long do you think it will take for that news to reach the Kingdom of Frenche, for them to decide to send support, and for the soldiers to come back here?”

Count Furst thought for a moment and said.

“The sea journey takes 40 days, and if we assume it takes about 10 days to gather and send soldiers, it would take about 90 days in total.”

Come to think of it, Speria also came more than a month after Kalasta had visited. She came by sea like ordinary people.

It seems only someone like Kalasta can easily cross the sea.

“There’s more time left than I thought. I can prepare him sufficiently before then.”

Master Abana’s words and expression were full of confidence.

Perhaps because of this, Count Furst’s eyes on me began to change.

I wonder if she’ll make me a staff or magic book or something during that time?

I’m looking forward to it.

Count Furst stood up.

“I understand. Please don’t send him too hastily. Well then.”

Master Abana created a purple butterfly from her fingertips.

Count Furst opened the door and followed the butterfly.

But through the crack in the door, Speria’s figure was briefly glimpsed.

She had her hand stretched out, and there was a spark floating there.

Ah.

No way.

Is she trying to escape using my fire?

If something goes wrong, the master will kill her.

Master Abana must have sensed something was amiss too, as she frowned and looked outside.

A murderous glint flashed in Master’s eyes.

I need to take the spark away from Speria before Master does something.

I stood up abruptly and stretched out both hands.

“No!”

At that moment, my spark in front of Speria burst into flames and spread to the surrounding trees.

Speria fell on her backside, startled by the sudden event.

The master’s expression turned cold.

“So it’s unavoidable after all.”

Master was holding her staff somehow, and the strange purple light flowing from its tip was unusually dark.

She’s going to kill her.

She’s trying to kill her.

I quickly followed the master outside.

Speria turned to look at us.

“Wait! That wasn’t me just now. I just moved the spark because I had nothing else to do. I didn’t intend to start a fire.”

There was no trace of emotion on Master Abana’s face.

“Nonsense. You expect me to believe that?”

“You saw me eat the water herb yourself, didn’t you? How could I make fire after that?”

“The world is wide and treasures are many.”

The world is wide and treasures are many. This is the first maxim of mages in the magical world, meaning anything can happen.

Speria’s eyes wavered. Biting her lips, Speria opened her mouth.

“Are you really going to break the custom of hospitality?”

“You were never a guest. I have no obligation of hospitality to you.”

Speria’s expression twisted.

That’s the truth.

It was she who refused to become a guest.

“If you thought I would disgracefully beg for my life, you’re mistaken.”

“I know you won’t.”

Master Abana extended her staff. The purple light was momentarily tinged with a deep black, then shot forward.

Is Speria going to die like this?

I shouted.

“Don’t kill her!”

At that moment.

The world seemed to stop, becoming silent.

The purple light tinged with black disappeared on the spot.

Master Abana and Speria looked at each other with blank expressions, then turned to me.

“I did it. It was me, Master. I was worried Speria might do something suspicious with the spark. So I put my psychokinesis into it, but it went wrong and the fire grew. She really only moved the spark.”

“……”

“……”

“It’s true, please believe me.”

Master Abana lowered her staff.

“Just now. How did you do that?”

“Huh? I explained, didn’t I?”

This time Speria spoke.

“No. Not the spark. You just made the instant death spell disappear?”

“Me?”

Master Abana and Speria’s expressions changed identically.

Then a fake cough was heard.

When I looked up towards the sound, Count Furst was watching us from the middle of the clearing.

With an indifferent face, as if asking what had happened.

“I should be going now. The butterfly is already far away. It seems there was a misunderstanding between you, I hope it gets resolved well.”

Count Furst’s indifferent tone calmed everyone’s hearts.

Because of this, we could take a moment to think.

After he left, I stood between Master Abana and Speria.

“Anyway, to finish what I was saying, I’m the one who made the fire grow, Master. You misunderstood.”

“……”

“……”

“Although I’m only 14 years old, I’ve seen all sorts of things during my life as a slave. One thing I learned for sure is that killing is the last resort.”

“……”

“……”

“Murder can never be undone. That’s truly crossing a river of no return, Master. It might make things easier right away. Because if you kill, that’s the end of it. But you end up paying a price dozens of times over. Without fail. Especially when you make an enemy of someone strong, you need to be careful.”

“……”

“……”

“Look at how the King of Frenche carelessly killed my mother, and ended up making an enemy of the country. If such consequences arise from killing a child’s mother, what consequences would arise from killing Speria?”

Then Speria put her hand on my shoulder and answered.

“Ran. That’s not what’s important right now. Abana, was it? You saw it too just now, didn’t you?”

Master Abana nodded.

“Yes. Without a staff or a magic book, he made my magic disappear with just a word.”

Their gazes moved simultaneously towards me.

Huh?

What’s with this sudden atmosphere of reconciliation?

Why are they both looking at me like that?

Then they both said at the same time.

“Is it innate magic?”

“It’s innate magic.”

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