The Master of Language - T.M.L Chapter 40 (Part 1):

The young man brought a chair from elsewhere and sat between me and Fabre.

He looked at Fabre and said,
“Hello. I’m Geoffrey. A friend of Mage Ran.”

Fabre, seemingly uninterested, started playing with the beetles again.

It seems even ordinary people are included among those he doesn’t mingle with.

Geoffrey’s eyes narrowed. I raised my hand and tapped in front of him.

“Count Furst will never become a member of your guild.”

Geoffrey rolled his eyes to look at me.

“Wasn’t that the condition?”

“Yes. But it’s an impossible condition. That’s why I brought his son.”

One corner of Geoffrey’s mouth rose up to his ear.

“How disappointing. I didn’t know Ran was someone who took promises so lightly.”

I crossed my legs.

Then I turned my head to look at the city.

Various people were doing various things.

“You’re well aware that Princess Elisabeth has come to the port of Sangria, right?”

“I also know she’s staying at the Furst mansion. Information on the movements of such a big shot can fetch a pretty penny.”

“We’re quite close. I’ve known her since before my family fell from grace.”

Geoffrey was silent for a moment.

He probably didn’t expect me to admit being a noble from Franche with my own mouth.

Soon he asked,

“Were you from the Prejean family, Ran?”

“Didn’t you already guess that?”

“I wasn’t certain. Not until hearing it from your own mouth like this.”

I turned my head to look at him.

“I asked the princess the same thing I asked you.”

“……”

“The answer was quite different.”

Geoffrey nodded his head briefly once.

“So that’s why you suddenly wanted to see me at dawn yesterday. To cross-check information.”

“Sorry for disturbing your sweet sleep.”

“No. It was a time I’m usually awake anyway. Actually, this is my sleeping time.”

I smiled slightly.

“I’m not sure how much of your information I should believe. What you gave me is incomplete information from my perspective.”

“So you’re going to fulfill the condition incompletely as well?”

“You can still achieve what you want though.”

“How?”

I shrugged my shoulders.

“When someone becomes a member, their family members are automatically protected too, right?”

“There’s no such clause.”

“Then? Even if a noble becomes a member, their family members can still be assassinated?”

Geoffrey crossed his arms, slightly stuck out his tongue, and turned his eyes to the sky.

His two eyes soon turned to me.

“It’s difficult.”

“Right? So if Fabre becomes a member, Count Furst naturally gets protected too, doesn’t he?”

“That’s true.”

“What you wanted was justification anyway, right? Justification for not having to assassinate.”

“.….”

“So if Fabre becomes a member, doesn’t that satisfy what you want? Did I think wrong?”

Geoffrey moved his fingers like playing the piano with his arms still crossed. He made a sucking sound pushing out his lips and rolled his eyes here and there.

Then suddenly he unfolded his arms, raised them above his head, and said,

“The information I gave you is certainly real. I don’t know what the princess said, but she probably twisted her words here and there to persuade Mage Ran. To use your desire for revenge against the King of Franche for her own gain of power.”

“Yeah. She did. But what’s unknown is unknown. Which one is true remains to be seen. Anyway, I did my best. It’s up to you whether to accept it or not.”

I pointed at Fabre with my palm open.

Geoffrey looked back and forth between me and him several times, then soon raised his head and glared at one side.

Then a large man from that direction came with a long scroll and spread it wide on the table.

There were numerous names on it.

I scanned all those names at once.

“You just need to write your name. Then it’s done.”

Looking closely, I could feel a faint magical power from the scroll.

Fabre must have felt it too, as he looked up at me and asked,

“There’s magical power.”

When I turned to Geoffrey, Geoffrey answered.

“A spell is cast so that the name won’t be written unless it’s the real name. It must be written by the person himself.”

“May I check it?”

“By all means.”

I picked up that paper. And I carefully examined the magic cast on that paper.

It had a very simple principle, so I quickly understood it.

When I nodded at Fabre, he soon wrote his name.

“Congratulations on joining.”

Geoffrey smiled brightly and was about to get up.

“Wait, sit down. I still have something to say.”

Geoffrey sat back down in an awkward posture.

“You’re speaking rather sternly. What’s the matter?”

“It’s about what you told me before. That you sold subscription services as a new business item and became the best in the industry.”

“Yes, yes.”

“How much of that is true?”

Geoffrey tilted his head.

“What do you mean?”

I looked straight at him and said,

“You see, Count Furst was often away from his mansion due to New Continent business. But you said you attempted assassination once a month. Something doesn’t seem to add up. Did you really target the Count?”

“…….”
“And what was it, a special service to mentally torment by only attempting assassination? That was really interesting. Fun. But isn’t it unrealistic to commercialize that in reality? It just doesn’t seem to make sense. Weren’t you really trying to assassinate rather than just attempting?”

“…….”

“When I brought Fabre, honestly, what did you think? Anyone can see it’s forced, right? You asked me to bring the Count, but I brazenly brought his son and said it’s okay because he’s family? It’s ridiculous. But Geoffrey. You seriously accepted this ridiculous thing? Pretending to be persuaded by my words. I found it really amusing.”

Geoffrey quietly glared at me.

The large man who was far away put his hand in his coat with a murderous look in his eyes. Not only that, similarly murderous auras could be felt from the middle of the street and even from the rooftops.

If they want to try something, I’m ready to take them on anytime.

When I took out my staff and grabbed it, Geoffrey smiled.

“What do you want?”

At that moment, all the murderous intent directed at me disappeared.

“Princess Elisabeth’s current location. Just tell me that. Then I’ll let it go. Didn’t you say earlier you were tracking her movements?”

Geoffrey licked his lips once.

“She’s at Sangria Cathedral.”

“Good. You can leave now.”

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