The Master of Language - T.M.L Chapter 36 (Part 1):

A world of complete darkness.

There was an enormous red sun that had completely engulfed one side.

No.

It was a great red eye.

The red eye looked at me and spoke.

[Isn’t it strange?]

It was a voice that gently awakened my hazy consciousness.

[What?]

The eye moved to the side. Due to its massive size, it sounded as if the world was vibrating.

Where the eye was looking, there stood a dead horse.

[That horse. Why did it accept your death magic?]

[What?]

[Think about it. Those you’ve killed hold grudges against you. That’s why it’s difficult to control them with death magic.]

[That’s right. Master Abana said the same thing.]

[But why did that horse listen to you?]

[Huh?]

[Why did that horse accept your death magic? Even though you killed it.]

I looked at the dead horse.

The dead horse was staring at me intently with its lifeless eyes.

There wasn’t even a hint of resentment in them.

The horse slightly opened its mouth.

“Neigh!”

A sudden sense of reality.

The scorching sunlight forced my eyes open involuntarily.

I rubbed my eyes and looked around.

My vision was strangely high up.

“You, you?”

I was on top of a horse.

The horse’s neck was completely broken, with its head barely attached by flesh.

It’s the horse I revived with death magic.

“Neigh!”

The horse trembled its lips again.

Perhaps out of habit from when it was breathing, it’s still breathing even though it’s dead.

But since the dead body has no use for that air, it just goes back and forth.

As my vision gradually recovered, I could tell where I was.

“Count Furst’s mansion? You. Did you bring me here?”

The horse trembled its lips again as if in response.

“Neigh!”

The last thing I remember is shattering Merlin’s familiar that had turned to ice.

Suddenly, a feeling like my heart dropped.

The familiar’s egg!

I quickly reached into my robe. I could feel the egg Speria had given me.

“Thank goodness. I must have kept it safe even unconsciously.”

Just then, my body tilted.

The horse was slowly falling sideways, but it was trying its best not to let me get hurt.

After I got off, the horse collapsed sideways with a thud.

I took out my staff and sent psychic power to examine the horse’s condition.

There was hardly any magical power left that I had injected, and the corpse’s inherent thoughts were extremely faint.

“You. You said your last wish was to run, right? But why did you bring me here while I was unconscious?”

The horse rolled its eyes to look at me.

They were so cloudy that I couldn’t tell what emotions they held.

The horse finally closed its eyes.

I looked down at the horse for a moment.

This horse deserves a proper funeral.

I have an obligation to give it a funeral.

I raised my staff and pointed to a spot a little away from where the horse lay.

Then I used psychokinesis to create a hole slightly larger than the horse’s form.

After putting the horse in and covering it with dirt, I said softly:

“Rest in peace.”

I turned around and walked towards the entrance of the mansion.

The first person I encountered was the mansion’s butler.

“M-Mage!”

“Hello. What was your name again?”

“Clark. It’s Clark.”

His eyes were as wide as the full moon.

As if someone who couldn’t return had come back.

I said to him:

“The Count is here, right?”

“Yes. Y-yes.”

He seemed unable to shake off the shock, which was unusual for his age.

Given how surprised he was…

“How long has it been? Since Count Furst met Duke Balkan?”

“A-about half a month?”

As I thought.

In that amount of time, Count Furst must have been certain of my death.

I smiled brightly.

“May I see the Count?”

Butler Clark nodded repeatedly, still looking dumbfounded.

The butler first guided me to an empty room. I lay down on the bed without even washing up, as my body was quite exhausted.

Not long after, Count Furst flung open the door.

Bang!

Although he didn’t kick it open with his foot like before, it had no less impact.

“Ran! You’re alive!”

I turned my head towards him.

“Yes, somehow.”

“We searched the entire area. We combed through all the burnt forests here and there. But we couldn’t find you.”

“Really? Did I get swept away by the river? Hmm. I’m not sure.”

“What do you mean you’re not sure? Where on earth have you been and what have you been doing?”

I shrugged my shoulders.

“I don’t know, really. When I came to my senses, I was in front of the mansion. I don’t remember anything in between.”

“What? It’s been nearly a fortnight! You’re saying you don’t remember anything for almost two weeks?”

“I think I was unconscious on a horse. Don’t look at me like that. Mages are different from ordinary people, we can survive for quite a long time without eating or sleeping. Don’t ask too much about the details. A mage’s affairs are not to be inquired about lightly, Count.”

“……”

The Count seemed very curious, but he only opened and closed his mouth silently.

He knew very well how dangerous magic was, and how much more dangerous it was to get involved in it.

I asked nonchalantly:

“Anyway, how is the current situation?”

Count Furst took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.

He brought a chair from the side and sat down by my bedside.

“Everyone sold their company shares. Since I knew in advance, I was able to buy them all, but all the support I was receiving from other nobles has been cut off. Both materially and politically.”

“So has it become difficult to run the company?”

“The important thing is that we need to recruit soldiers, but we can’t. If we try to recruit regular troops, Duke Balkan interferes, and if we try to hire mercenaries, we don’t have the money.”

He must have spent it all buying shares.

“But you’re not the type to just sit idle for two weeks, are you, Count?”

Count Furst reluctantly nodded. He cautiously glanced at me and spoke carefully.

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