The Master of Language - T.M.L Chapter 23 (Part 1):

“Could someone have attacked? Oshalo!”

Oshalo entered the New Continent Company building with a grim expression, wielding an iron mace.

Inside the building, there were traces of carnage from the start.

Having rested on Oshalo’s back, my body had somewhat recovered. When I patted Oshalo’s shoulder, he let me down.

I quickly followed the two of them up.

As we climbed the stairs to the second floor, Oshalo was striking the head of a native.

Thwack!

With a sound like hitting dough, the sturdy native man crumpled sideways.

“Oshalo? Are you alright?”

Oshalo didn’t answer and just licked his lower lip.

Just what did you do to innocent Oshalo for two and a half months, Count Furst?

“Well done, Oshalo. For now, drag the corpse down to the lower floor. Ran, don’t come up. You’ll only draw attention unnecessarily.”

Oshalo picked up the body as Count Furst instructed, and I went back down to the first floor.

Then I turned back and asked the Count:

“Why did the natives suddenly attack the company?”

The Count looked around the stairway, then said:

“I’m not sure exactly. They may have joined hands with Franche. Damn it.”

Seeing Count Furst, who rarely showed emotion, express irritation, he seemed truly angry.

Well, how could he have known this would happen when he thought he’d be able to finally rest?

He moved stealthily, examining the second floor here and there, then returned to where we were.

“The building has been completely taken over. Even if they had fewer soldiers, their firepower should have been overwhelming. I don’t understand.”

He soon looked at me and said:

“Ran. Can you help me? psychokinesis would be a great help.”

“If it’s about the weight of a person, I can pick up and throw about ten to knock them unconscious.”

“What about that fire magic? Just holding a fireball would deter them from recklessly attacking.”

“I can’t do it without a spark. But I dropped it in the sea earlier. Ah, right.”

I looked down at Keren’s robe I was holding in my left hand.

Keren is a fire mage.

There’s probably a spark inside the robe.

But if I carelessly put my hand in, my hand might turn to ashes from any fire magic that might be set.

I took out my magic book. And I looked for water magic.

“Let’s try it. It should work. I ate a lot of water herbs after all.”

I held my staff and read the spell of water magic. Then a viscous, transparent liquid flowed from the tip of the staff, creating a thin membrane on my left hand.

After taking a deep breath, I put my left hand into Keren’s robe.

As expected, there was fire magic.

“Ugh!”

It burns.

It feels like it’s burning up.

It feels like all the skin on my left hand is being stripped off and even the bone is melting.

Tremendous pain washes over me, making my mind hazy.

“Urgh. T-That’s it!”

Whoosh!

Flames shot up from my left hand, illuminating the entire room as bright as day.

I desperately tried to control that spark, focusing my mind.

The pain actually helped me concentrate.

As if acknowledging my efforts, the flames gradually subsided and took the form of a sphere. However, with even a slight lapse in concentration, the flames would flare up in all directions.

This is on a completely different level from the spark Kalasta gave me.

“Ran. Your hand…”

Oshalo turned his head away as if he couldn’t bear to look.

Count Furst looked at my left hand with calm eyes and said:

“Are you alright?”

My left hand had turned black like a charred piece of firewood.

Since it was wrapped in water, only the outer skin was like that, and the inside was fine. But it hurt all the same.

Enduring the pain, I forced myself to speak.

“Let’s escape for now.”

Count Furst swallowed dryly.

For him to show concern so openly. My expression must really be terrible.

We soon headed for the corridor.

In the corridor, about five natives were glaring at us, holding hand axes in both hands.

Sure enough, their gazes were all fixed on the flames.

“This fire is way above my level, so I can’t control it properly. If you don’t get out of the way and turn to ashes, don’t blame me.”

This isn’t a lie.

If I hadn’t practiced psychokinesis by making ripples on water surfaces, this spark would have exploded long ago.

Abana Master’s words to study psychokinesis with various things became even more deeply engraved in my mind.

The five natives looked at each other, then one of them spoke as a representative:

“Are you Count Furst? It’s impossible to escape from this building. We’ve already occupied all the exits.”

The Count looked at them with cold eyes.

“Do you think I’d surrender just because of that? Before you kill me, I’ll burn down the entire building.”

The entire building?

He didn’t say anything like that earlier!

I hid my inner thoughts and narrowed my eyes even more as I looked at the natives.

The one who seemed to be the representative glanced at my flames again and said:

“The chief wants to see you. She says she has something to say.”

“Where is she?”

“In the reception hall.”

“You mean the office. Alright. I should at least hear what nonsense Legless Monkey was thinking to do such a stupid thing. Ran. And Oshalo.”

“Yes, Count.”

“Follow behind me, but you can kill anyone who approaches within 1 meter.”

After saying that, he started striding forward.

Having heard that clearly, the natives looked at each other and stepped back. But they didn’t retreat any further from a certain distance.

If we try to run away, they’ll surround us again right away.

Oshalo and I quickly followed behind the Count.

We soon arrived at the reception hall.

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