The Master of Language - T.M.L Chapter 4 (Part 2):

Clank.

We hadn’t even gone halfway when suddenly the door of the cabin opened.

As expected of a mage’s house.

I wonder if some monster will pop out.

But contrary to my expectations, an elf girl who looked about my age appeared.

She stood with her hands on her hips and a grumpy expression.

My goodness.

She was incredibly cute yet also very charming.

In other words, she looked like an enchanting rabbit that was thoroughly angry.

“Master! Why are you so late…”

The elf girl stopped speaking when she saw me.

Abana approached the girl with a playful expression. Then she put her hand on the girl’s shoulder and looked at me.

“Look! See what I’ve brought. Ta-da. It’s your companion.”

The elf girl’s face turned cold, and she quickly went back inside.

Companion? What does that mean now?

As I stood there blankly, Abana came back to me.

“She’s just acting like that because she’s shy. It’s not because she dislikes you, so don’t worry too much. though you’re a bit dirty. Hmm, let’s wash first, shall we?”

Abana looked up at the tree. Then she raised both hands and clapped.

Clap!

Surprisingly, the upper part of that huge tree started to move slowly.

Four large branches from the tree stretched out like tentacles. They intertwined with each other and soon approached above my head.

“Whoa!”

Someone tripped me, and I fell backwards.

When I turned my head, I saw roots emerging from the ground, gradually widening sideways to form a large tub.

No way?

When I looked back at the branch ends, it was already too late.

Clear water was spurting out like a fountain.

Splash.

Water splashed directly onto my face, making it hard to think.

I kept flailing about as if I had fallen into the sea.

Abana just watched, laughing at something she found amusing.

Couldn’t she help me a bit?

“Take off your clothes and throw them somewhere. I’ll prepare new clothes for you.”

Saying that, she went inside.

When the water level reached my neck, the water stopped flowing from the branches.

Sniff sniff.

This isn’t ordinary water.

It was so slippery that I couldn’t even grasp the tub.

Of course, what came out of the tree couldn’t have been just water.

Couldn’t they fill the tub and then have me get in?

Was this really necessary?

I grumbled inwardly as I took off my clothes. Since it was just slave clothing, it was mere rags that I could easily take off even when wet.

My clothes flew in a parabola as I threw them.

It was the only thing I owned while living as a slave.

I’ve grown quite attached to them.

I’ll wash them later and wear them again if I can.

I closed my eyes.

And slipped under the surface.

As I stayed like that for a moment, something felt strange.

A sudden wave of embarrassment hit me.

I slightly opened my eyes.

Two elves were looking down at me from above the water surface.

But their gazes seemed focused lower…

“Ah!”

I twisted my body sideways while covering my groin with both hands.

The two elves turned their gaze away with a strange disappointment.

Even for me, this is going too far, even if we’re from different countries and races.

Do elves have no sense of shame?

“What are you looking at?”

The two elves turned their gaze away while simultaneously fiddling with their left ears.

“Just curious.”

“N-nothing much.”

These women, really.

But is touching the ear not just Abana’s habit but an elf habit?

I spoke in an awkward posture with my body twisted:

“Master. You’re my master, right? I’ll call you that. If you’re not going anywhere, could you give me something to cover myself? I see elves wear clothes too.”

“Hm hm. Ah, alright. Just a moment.”

Master Abana clapped her hands again.

Then a huge leaf fluttered down from the tree.

And it landed precisely above my bathtub.

Somehow regaining my confidence, I lay back comfortably again.

Then I remembered what happened earlier.

“By the way, you said I’m her companion?”

Master Abana crossed her arms.

“That’s right. Her name is Psyche.”

“Psyche?”

Psyche turned her face away sharply, then glanced at me sideways and said:

“Hello? You’re quite handsome for a human?”

Long eyebrows and ears.

And being unreasonably pretty.

Except for those two things, she was no different from a human.

Her personality seemed a bit rough, but I wouldn’t mind marrying a girl like this.

Still, it’s too sudden.

“Then did you accept me as a disciple because of Psyche, Master?”

Master nodded.

“It’s my duty. To find her companion. But she specifically wanted a human. It gave me a headache too. I couldn’t just accept any human. As a mage myself, shouldn’t the companion of a mage be a mage too?”

“Hmm, I see.”

“How about it? You don’t dislike it, right?”

“Well, that…”

Of course I don’t dislike it.

During my life as a slave, I didn’t even dare to dream of romance, but if I could have an elf as a wife, I’d bow hundreds of times even if told to.

But such a good opportunity can’t be this easy. In my experience, there’s always poison in easy things.

Because if there was no poison, it would just be easy and become something anyone could do, and if it became commonplace, no one would feel it was easy anymore as it would have become universal.

In this case, for example, there would already be countless human men who have taken elf wives.

But I’ve never heard or seen such cases.

Ah, I have read about it. In a novel I secretly peeked at.

The title was something like “My Wife is an Elf”.

I turned to Master Abana and said:

“Are there perhaps any conditions I don’t know about?”

At those words, Master exchanged glances with Psyche.

And spoke softly:

“Well, for now, you need to survive.”

“Pardon?”

“Because it’s common to die while studying magic.”

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