The Master of Language - T.M.L Chapter 25 (Part 2):

Master Abana was leaning against the doorframe, looking at me intently, and just as I was about to go inside, she casually said,

“Promises must be kept, Ran. That’s why I let that child live.”

“Don’t worry. Who would ever…”

I trudged over and sat down at the dining table in the cabin.

Thud.

Psyche set down a plate filled with various vegetables in front of me.

But there was meat cut up in it too. And it was blackened, charred meat.

“This? Is it grilled?”

Psyche looked at me blankly, then nodded towards the plate.

“Eat.”

Still answering in a way that doesn’t match the question.

I picked up a piece of meat.

And tasted it.

At that moment, all the salivary glands in my mouth opened up like a flood.

I can barely even chew properly.

“Is it good?”

Psyche asked, bringing her face close to mine.

Her double eyelids have grown even more.

“It’s really delicious. Did you make this, Psyche?”

“Yes.”

“How?”

“I learned fire magic. From Speria.”

If I, a human, could learn water magic, there’s no reason an elf like Psyche couldn’t learn fire magic.

“You two have gotten quite close. Even teaching magic.”

“I asked her to teach me.”

“Why?”

“Because I wanted to feed Ran meat.”

Psyche looked at me without blinking.

My heart is pounding.

What should I say?

“Ran.”

Master called my name as she sat down on the other side.

Thank you, Master.

I turned my head to Master.

“Yes, what is it?”

“I heard from Count Furst. All the soldiers were killed by the natives, so they have to return to their home country and get support again.”

“Ah, yes. That’s probably the case.”

“He asked me to protect him and the company building as he returns to the Yura continent. I agreed. You know my specialty magic well, right?”

Hearing the last part, I can guess why Master agreed to this.

Master Abana is a death mage.

She needs death to raise her level.

In other words, from Master’s perspective, it’s good if the pioneers from the Yura continent bring death to the new continent.

Looking at it this way, Master is quite brutal.

“So you’re sending me and Speria together?”

Master crossed her legs.

“You’ve already learned all the magic. Staying here any longer won’t raise your level. It’s safe here, but it’s difficult to develop further. If you don’t develop, you won’t be able to protect Psyche in the future.”

Master seemed determined to send me to the Yura continent.

What if I die along the way?

Or if I fall under Kalasta’s control?

Or if I try to go my own way?

Is she willing to take all those risks?

“That’s quite a bold decision, Master.”

Master Abana nodded.

“You killed a mage two levels higher than you, didn’t you? You’ve already proven yourself. If possible, I wanted to send you out after you got your staff and familiar. But your staff needs special materials, and you refuse a familiar, so in the end, I thought it would be better for you to go out and find them yourself.”

Well, if I stay here cooped up, all I can do is study psychokinesis.

Is it because of the intense fight I just had?

I had a strong desire to experience more diverse things, and it’s nice that she said exactly what I was thinking.

As expected, Master Abana is a true master.

But wait.

Two levels higher?

Can levels be counted?

Just as I was about to open my mouth, Psyche tapped me from behind.

When I turned around, she held out something small and round.

“Take it.”

“What is it?”

“A gift.”

It was a ring.

The stem of a flower was intricately woven into a circle, with a purple flower in full bloom in the middle.

However, it was overall semi-transparent.

“A ring?”

Psyche nodded.

“It has my magic power in it. If you wear this, you’ll think of me even when you can’t see me. It will protect your heart and mind because of that. Depending on the level, we might even be able to communicate over long distances.”

“……”

“If you don’t like it, you don’t have to wear it.”

Her voice was steady.

But I clearly felt a strange tremor in her last words.

I took the ring.

Examining it from various angles, I said,

“Don’t tell me this is from that flower I gave you?”

“Yes. It’s something I could only make with what you gave me.”

I wonder what that means?

“Alright. I’ll wear it.”

I opened my left hand and was about to put the ring on.

But which finger should I put it on?

When I glanced at Psyche, her eyes trembled for a moment.

Is there some meaning to this?

Psyche seemed anxious, but she didn’t open her mouth until the end.

Elves don’t have men.

But partners?

There’s probably a difference from the typical married couple I’m thinking of.

I turned my gaze to look at Psyche’s left hand.

At that moment, she covered her left hand with her right. But I didn’t miss it.

The fact that she had the same ring on the ring finger of her left hand.

Now that I look closely, I guess she split it in two with magic, making them semi-transparent.

Hmm.

The same rings on each other’s ring fingers.

“Is this something like an engagement?”

At my question, Psyche hesitated several times. But when I maintained silence and kept looking at her, she finally opened her mouth and spoke.

“It’s not an engagement. It’s marriage.”

She says such an extraordinary thing so casually.

“I’m guessing it’s not just the regular marriage I know? We’re both mages, and you said you put your magic power in it.”

A flicker of anxiety passed through Psyche’s eyes.

“That’s right.”

“Then what kind of magical meaning does it have?”

Psyche avoided my gaze and lowered her eyes.

Then, in a slightly smaller voice, she said,

“If I tell you that, the marriage won’t happen.”

“……”

“You have to do it without knowing.”

I understand what she means.

This marriage.

No, for this marriage magic to work, I need to trust her completely and wear the ring.

Such unconditional trust is the condition for the marriage magic.

Why now?

It must be because I’m leaving for the Yura continent.

Psyche raised her eyes to look at me.

Her two eyes looked even more anxious than before.

Then Master Abana whispered from behind.

“You don’t have to do it if you don’t want to. If you’re unsure about deciding now, you can think about it more when you come back and decide then. We think you’re the prophesied partner, but you might not be. Even if you’re not the prophesied partner, you’re still my disciple, Ran.”

Right.

That prophecy.

That’s what started my connection with Master Abana and Psyche.

Didn’t they say the whole clan gathered to perform foresight magic? That must be very important to the elves.

But.

I’m human.

Different from elves.

“It’s not because of the prophecy.”

“……”

“……”

“It’s to keep my promise. It’s what I decided on my own. You understand, Psyche?”

I put the ring on my ring finger.

Psyche’s double eyelids completely rolled up, her eyes widening.

The anxiety in her deep, deep eyes evaporated in an instant, replaced by pure joy.

Master Abana stood up and said,

“Count Furst said it would take about three days to arrange a ship, so it would be good to study death magic at the company building during that time, Ran. It’s a rare opportunity.”

At Master Abana’s words, Psyche also stood up.

“What? Now? But am I coming too?”

“Yes. We need to conceal the building. Do you think the people at Marshal Harbor would leave that building alone?”

With that, the two of them went outside.

Left alone, I looked at the ring on my left ring finger. It tightened on its own, completely embedding itself into my left ring finger.

It probably will never come off.

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