The Master of Language - T.M.L Chapter 40 (Part 2):

Geoffrey wrinkled his nose bridge, then soon got up and left.

When the large man followed him out, only we remained on the terrace.

“The person who tried to kill mother. Did you find out who it was?”

I reached out and stroked Fabre’s head once.

“Yes.”

“I see.”

Fabre lowered his head indifferently and started playing with the beetles again.

But if he were truly indifferent, he probably wouldn’t have asked.

“Can I ask you a favor?”

“Anything.”

“I’d like to borrow the magic power of Jangshir.”

Fabre held out his left hand, and on it was Jangshir.

The two-horned fire-winged beetle.

I took out my staff and brought its tip close to the beetle’s horns.

At that moment, my vision started to float up. I could see my body and Fabre below, and soon after leaving the building, the cityscape came into view.

Also, countless conversations buzzed around my ears.

One conversation among them captivated my mind.

“Which way should I go to get to Sangria Cathedral?”

“Ah, just follow this road straight up.”

“Thank you.”

I was already looking at the traveler who asked that question. The traveler slowly moved his steps and reached a huge cathedral.

Clank!

Clank!

Two knights blocking the main gate looked at the traveler and said strongly,

“You cannot enter at this time!”

The traveler tilted his head as if he couldn’t understand.

“Why is a cathedral barring travelers in broad daylight?”

The knight repeated the same words.

“You cannot enter!”

Upon closer inspection, the knight’s face was identical to that of the knight who had been with Princess Elisabeth at the mansion.

I went through the tightly closed door and entered.

Sangria Cathedral was indescribably beautiful. Various colored murals and colored shadows illuminating the inside through painted windows. And the statues erected here and there also looked alive.

I passed through the firmly closed door and went into the prayer room located in a deeper place.

There, Elisabeth in plain clothes and Priest Hansis were having a conversation.

Fortunately, unlike Merlin, they didn’t seem to notice my consciousness.

The princess spoke.

“Are you really thinking of giving up the path of magic?”

Hansis nodded.

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“It’s all meaningless.”

“Meaningless?”

“What’s the reason for learning magic? First, to avoid one’s own death, and second, to fulfill one’s greed, isn’t it? What meaning is there in living life like that?”

“But isn’t life about avoiding death as much as possible and getting what you want?”

“That’s just existing. Not living. People should live according to the Lord’s will, that’s living.”

“You’re giving up magic because of your faith? Why do you have to do that? Can’t you believe in God while learning magic too?”

“God is in the lowest places. From the highest places, you can’t even meet Him, let alone understand Him.”

The princess snorted.

“Your words sound as if you’re detached from everything. But you’re currently serving Duke Balkan, aren’t you?”

“Him ruling Baritone is somewhat better. There’s no one among Baritone’s nobles who matches him. Serving Duke Balkan is not for the Duke’s sake, but for the people.”

The princess didn’t hide her sneer.

“What about Count Furst? You said you settled here because you liked him.”

“He represents the next generation. Now, it’s Duke Balkan. My role is to connect the two.”

Princess Elisabeth crossed her arms and shook her head.

“Hmph. I’ve heard a lot about Duke Balkan. They say he’s so arrogant that he treats other nobles like servants. Is such a person the best?”

“He is arrogant to arrogant people. Therefore, in the eyes of the nobles, there’s no one more arrogant than him.”

“Do you really believe that?”

“He has not fallen into depravity, not even slightly. Also, he has mercy towards those less fortunate than him. He’s also patient. If he were truly arrogant, these traits of his wouldn’t be explained.”

“You’re the only one who speaks well of him, Master.”

Master.

It seems Priest Hansis is Princess Elisabeth’s master.

Then Priest Hansis didn’t fail to become a formal mage, but he gave up the path of magic and fell to the apprentice level.

Hansis spoke again.

“And what did you think of Count Furst?”

“He was nothing special. Rather, the mage next to him was more interesting.”

“You mean Mage Ran.”

“He used to be very famous in the past. I didn’t expect him to become a mage. No, in hindsight, it was inevitable. That look in his eyes. That voice. That face. It’s hard to believe he’s the same person.”

Hansis lowered his gaze for a moment, then raised it again to look at Princess Elisabeth.

“Be careful of him.”

“Why?”

“He… I can’t be sure, but he didn’t seem human.”

“What are you saying? Not human?”

“No, he’s human, but not quite…”

“…….”

“I’m sorry. I’m rambling. Anyway, it would be better not to get too involved with him.”

Elisabeth looked at Priest Hansis with a strange gaze, but Priest Hansis didn’t say more.

She shrugged her shoulders once, then put her hand in her clothing. Then she took out a transparent jewel.

“Here. What you mentioned.”

Priest Hansis received it.

“Thank you, Princess.”

“That’s one of the treasures of the Franche royal family. It wasn’t easy for me to get either.”

“I won’t forget your kindness.”

“You’ve already taught me magic, Master. What do you need that for?”

Priest Hansis hesitated for a moment, then said,

“I want to separate Mage Ran from Count Furst.”

“Why?”

He hesitated several times, then blurted out,

“I… don’t want the Count to be led down a dark path.”

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