The Master of Language - T.M.L Chapter 18 (Part 1):
For over two months, I learned the basics of magic. Of course, I didn’t neglect my studies on psychokinesis either.
During that time, Speria surprisingly stayed quietly in the cabin. She diligently took the water herbs and sometimes even did household chores.
As trust built up, Master Abana allowed her to learn fire magic. Saying that it’s good for a mage to have various mentors.
Because of this, I learned fire magic and water magic. And occasionally, death magic, hiding from Speria’s eyes. I learned theory after theory and memorized spells, ready to cast them at any moment.
If only the magic book was completed.
“When will it be finished?”
My voice must have sounded quite dejected.
Seeing how both Speria and Psyche were looking at me.
“It’ll be done soon.”
Psyche said briefly before returning to her meal.
Speria patted my back and said,
“It’s partly because your innate magic is exceptional. And also because you met a good artificer.”
“A good artificer? It’s taking so long? They said it would take a few days, but it’s been two months already!”
Speria shrugged her shoulders once.
“Honestly, who would spend two months making someone else’s magic book? That really requires passion, you know? What should I say? Like an obsession with perfection?”
“…”
“I heard that among the artificers contracted with our school, the most extreme one takes two weeks. But two months? That’s truly a blessing for you.”
“Is it?”
Although I heard something similar to comfort, honestly, it’s a bit annoying.
I learned various magics, but I can’t use them.
Feeling disappointed, I turned my head to look at Dorma through the window.
“Take it easy, will you?”
At that moment, she collapsed sideways.
I jumped up from my seat.
“Huh?”
Psyche and Speria looked up at me.
“What’s wrong?”
“What’s the matter, Ran?”
I hope nothing’s wrong.
I rushed out of my seat and approached Dorma. Soon, Psyche and Speria followed.
Dorma was barely breathing.
She was holding a transparent book with both hands.
“Are, are you okay?”
Dorma struggled to speak one word at a time.
“In, in the middle. Su, suddenly. It, it ended. Sur, surprised. Phew. But. It. Turned out. Well. He, here.”
She handed me the transparent magic book with trembling hands.
I took it.
Is this supposed to be a book?
I first laid it aside and made Dorma lie down comfortably.
“Can you step back for a moment?”
When I turned around, Psyche was holding her staff. Seeing that she had even taken out her magic book, it seems she’s planning to perform healing magic.
As I stepped back, Psyche closed her eyes and started reading a spell. Then, a bright green light gathered at the tip of her staff and scattered over Dorma’s body.
Dorma’s tired expression improved considerably.
“Thank you, Psyche. It feels like just yesterday that I made your magic book… You’ve already become a proper mage.”
She mumbled that as she drifted off to sleep.
Then Speria came close to me.
Golden eyes.
White skin.
Red hair.
“Look. What is it? What does it look like?”
I turned my head and held out the transparent magic book again.
“It’s this. Can you see it?”
Psyche and Speria looked at each other.
“No.”
“Not at all.”
Well, I can’t see it with my eyes either.
But I can see it. Through something other than eyes.
It’s strange, so strange.
“Anyway, it’s good that it’s well-made.”
Speria nodded at those words.
“Let’s check your innate magic first!”
Why is she getting so excited?
Speria kept gesturing for me to open it quickly.
Sigh, let’s see.
How do I open this?
I looked down at my magic book, then raised my hand to touch the very top.
It feels like touching glass.
I carefully opened it.
Surprisingly, golden letters appeared inside.
When I opened the transparent book cover, golden letters were written on the transparent pages inside.
No, how were the golden letters hidden in the first place when the book cover is transparent?
At that moment, feeling the pressure from the sides, I turned my head to both sides.
On the right was Psyche, and on the left was Speria, both sticking close to my shoulders, intensely reading the golden letters written in my magic book.
A sweet and refreshing mint-like scent from Psyche, and a musky scent with strong incense from Speria mixed in front of me, tickling my nose.
I can’t concentrate.
“Turn to the next page.”
“I’ve finished reading too. Go to the next page.”
I need to read it too.
But since I can read it anytime, I complied with their requests for now.
I raised my hand and turned the transparent first page, and again, new golden letters appeared.
“It’s really amazing.”
No sooner had my exclamation ended than they stretched out their fingers to read the golden letters in my magic book.
“Next! Next!”
“Hurry!”
I haven’t even finished eating.
Should I just turn the pages and go eat?
No.
It’s my magic book after all.
“Okay, just a moment.”
So I kept turning the pages for them.
One page.
Two pages.
Ten pages.
Twenty pages.
When will this end?
They read the golden letters that appeared in my magic book, and finally, it ended at around a hundred pages.
The two of them took their eyes off my magic book and looked at each other, saying,
“Language magic?”
“Language?”
They both tilted their heads at the same time.
Language?
“What’s that?”
When I asked, they both shook their heads.
“Who knows.”
“I don’t know.”
“Would Master Abana know?”
“Probably? She must have lived at least ten times longer than us fourteen-year-olds.”
What?
Us fourteen-year-olds?
I slowly turned my head towards Speria.
Speira made a peculiar expression as she slowly looked between Psyche and me.
“Why? You said before that you were only fourteen. Psyche, you also said you were fourteen, right?”
“No way, you’re fourteen?”
I couldn’t help but let my gaze drop.
Speria looks like she’s in her late teens no matter how I look at her.
At that moment, she stepped back with a reddened face, covering her chest with both hands.
“Wh-what are you both looking at?”
When I turned to Psyche, her expression was even more shocked.