The Master of Language - T.M.L Chapter 21 (Part 2):

“Charge! I said charge! Ram into it!”

At that sound, the Count said to us,

“Let’s move towards the stern of the ship.”

We carefully walked between the busily moving crew members towards the stern of the ship.

As we were passing the center of the ship, another fully formed fireball flew towards us.

More precisely, towards the ship directly to our left.

Boom-!

With a tremendous explosion, the center of the ship burst open.

The explosion was so powerful that one of the crew members from that side, turned to black ash, flew all the way to the deck of our ship.

For a moment, everyone on the ship froze. All eyes were fixed on that corpse.

“Everyone, get it together! Keep moving!”

At the captain’s shout, everyone barely regained their senses and began to move busily again.

I muttered to the Count as we hurried our steps.

“The enemy mage seems to be at a higher level than Master Abana anticipated.”

“Yes. The advantage is not ours, but theirs. If you find it difficult to block that fire magic, you can retreat now if you want. What do you think?”

Retreat now?

What does he mean?

Is it the magic contained in the necklace?

Anyway, I can’t leave now.

I climbed onto a large box firmly attached to the deck, narrowed my eyes, and looked at the bow of the Franche warship.

More precisely, at the mage standing there.

Nothing else was particularly noteworthy, but the magnificent robe fluttering in the night wind caught my eye.

Come to think of it, I did need a good robe to hold my staff.

I jumped down with a whoosh.

“Running away with our tail between our legs will definitely have a negative impact on my magic too. I can’t do that.”

Magic is greatly influenced by things like confidence, dignity, or belief.

Even if one has exceptional talent, if these are lacking, the power of magic will inevitably be diminished.

If I run away before even facing the enemy in my first battle using magic, I will never be able to escape from such avoidance psychology in the future.

Of course, I won’t be able to overcome the difference in skill level, but the willingness to try is what’s important.

“Alright. I’ll trust you.”

He said that, but the Count’s gaze was fixed on the burning ship next to us.

Judging by the look in his eyes, it seemed he was ready to unleash the magic contained in the necklace immediately if the fireball were to fall on our ship.

At that moment, the captain rushed over from the bow. The anxiety was palpable in his eyes, glistening in the firelight.

“Hey! I found you!”

The captain glared at me, the Count, and Oshalo in turn. Then he closed his eyes for a moment, took a deep breath, and said,

“Mage! Do something this time! If you can block it just once more, we can ram the ship!”

Turning my gaze, I could see another fireball gathering at the bow of the Franche warship.

It’s certainly at a level that my water magic can’t possibly block.

I quickly ran to the stern’s edge. The V-shaped wake was visible behind the ship.

“Then this should do it.”

As I read the water magic, I extended my staff downward. A blue light flowed from the staff and scattered below the ship.

It gradually spread and seeped into the area where the ship met the water’s surface.

In that state, I turned my head slightly to look at the bow of the Franche warship.

At that moment, the fireball was fired towards us.

It was aimed precisely at our ship.

“Mage!”

“Ran!”

Count Furst and the captain shouted at me simultaneously.

At that moment, I infused psychokinesis power into my staff and cast water magic.

A sound like countless overlapping waves crashing resounded throughout the ship.

Swoosh-!

The ship suddenly moved more than twice as fast.

Of course, with water resistance drastically reduced, the ship’s speed had to increase.

The ship accelerated rapidly. So much so that not only the Count and Oshalo, but even the experienced captain and crew members fell over.

So how could the fireball possibly hit us?

The entire ship brightened.

Everyone who had fallen to the floor raised their heads to look at the sky in unison.

“……”

“……”

“……”

In the sky, the fireball was just grazing the tip of our ship’s anchor as it passed by.

It’s so hot that my face feels flushed even at this distance.

The fireball flew further and plunged into the sea where our ship had been just moments ago.

Hiss-!

It didn’t explode upon contact with the water.

Then a loud voice was heard from the front.

“We’re going to collide! Brace yourselves!”

No sooner had the captain’s cry fallen than our ship’s ram collided with the Franche warship.

Crash-!

A sound not of wood breaking, but like a forest collapsing.

With that thunderous noise and the ensuing impact, everyone staggered.

“Charge! Charge!”

The captain roared at the top of his lungs, and the crew members, clutching their disoriented heads, drew their swords. Then they began to rush towards the crushed part of the collision.

Due to the difference in hull sizes, a large hole had been torn in the middle of the Franche warship, creating a passage.

Inside, slaves with their legs chained were kneeling. Soldiers in uniforms were also visible. Around the point of impact, there were numerous crushed or dismembered individuals.

Through the gaping hole in the ship, layers of rowing slaves, cannons, soldiers, and luxury goods including silk were visible.

Did they just cram in everything they had? Why are there so many rowing slaves when the sails are so large?

Boom-!

Boom-!

The following pirate ships collided with both sides of the Franche warship. The Franche warship now looked as if it had suddenly grown eight new legs.

All the pirate ship crew members, including the captain, drew their weapons and entered the Franche warship, rummaging through it as if it were their own home.

“This way, the pirates will win significantly again.”

When I casually remarked, the Count said,

“There’s a fire mage. Franches won’t just sit back and take it. For now, stay with me. So we can escape at any time.”

“I’ve been curious for a while, what exactly is the magic contained in that necklace?”

“Flight.”

“Ah.”

“Using this, the three of us should be able to fly safely to Marshal Harbor.”

But at that moment, someone fell onto the empty deck with a thud.

Thump!

The ship shook violently as if it had hit a reef. Everyone lost their balance and staggered.

In a 2-meter radius.

The mage who had landed, crushing the deck in a circular shape, slowly raised his body and looked at me.

“Was it you? The one who interfered with my magic earlier?”

He seemed to have no interest in the battle between pirates and soldiers happening behind him.

It appeared he was focused solely on me.

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