The Master of Language - T.M.L Chapter 43 (Part 1):
In one corner of the room, thirty or so skeletons were piled up.
They carried the energy of the dead in order of their deaths.
The white skeletons of those who died recently had relatively strong lingering thoughts, while those who died long ago, now yellowish-brown, had almost no lingering thoughts left.
However, there was one that deviated from this pattern.
It possessed stronger lingering thoughts than all the other skulls combined.
I used psychokinesis to separate that skeleton and place it in front of me.
“What are you going to do with that?”
Fabre asked with bright, curious eyes.
I met his gaze and said,
“In seven days, a powerful mage is coming to this mansion. He’s coming to kill me. I might die soon, and that’s why I need your help, Fabre.”
Fabre’s eyes widened slightly.
I continued,
“If you help me, I can make sure you learn magic properly…”
Fabre suddenly cut me off.
“No. Ran the mage, please become my master.”
I tilted my head. Fabre had previously said he didn’t want a master.
“Didn’t you just ask to be friends when I mentioned it before?”
Fabre answered softly.
“Back then, Ran the mage wasn’t that great.”
“And now?”
“You’re not great.”
“Then?”
“But if you survive this crisis, you’ll surely become great. I have a feeling. Then you won’t be lacking as my master.”
Truly a mage’s way of thinking.
I smiled faintly.
“Alright. If I survive this crisis. I’ll take you as my disciple. Although I’m not sure if I can guide you properly.”
Contrary to my words, I spoke with confidence, and Fabre smiled slightly.
“How can I help you?”
“For now, this is my plan. Based on what Butler Clark told me, we’ll utilize all the defensive magic in this house…”
I slowly and thoroughly explained my plan.
After quietly listening to everything I said, Fabre spoke softly.
“Then these guys can help too.”
As he glanced back, over 500 different types of beetles emerged from the collection and lined up behind him.
“What kind of guys are they?”
Fabre opened his left hand, and there was another beetle in it.
“It’s called a bombardier beetle. It’s one of the beetles with a unique attack.”
I glanced at the beetle in his left hand along with the 500 or so beetles behind him.
“They all look different?”
“There are about 500 species of bombardier beetles alone.”
I remembered him saying before that there were 350,000 species of beetles.
Seeing it like this, beetles could indeed become a form of magic.
“Good. If we can make use of them, we’ll have an even better plan to deal with Merlin.”
Fabre grinned and lowered his hand.
Then he glanced at the skeleton behind me and asked,
“By the way, what kind of magic does Ran the Mage use?”
I couldn’t answer readily.
According to Master Abana’s words, death magic should be the most secret.
He might have already guessed from the moment I asked for the skeleton.
“You don’t have to tell me if it’s difficult.”
Fabre lowered his head slightly, trying to hide his expression, but his disappointment was clear.
I patted his head, met his eyes, and said,
“Since you’ll be my disciple, I’ll tell you. This magic is death magic, Fabre.”
Fabre’s eyes widened as he looked up at me.
“Death magic?”
“This is a powerful magic that’s taboo in the magical world. It must be kept absolutely secret.”
“So that’s why it was hard for you to tell me.”
He seemed to have been considerate in his own way.
I spoke gently.
“Without your help, I can’t survive, and even if I do survive, you’ll be my disciple, so I don’t want to hide it from you.”
Fabre was silent.
Then he nodded firmly and said,
“I’ll prepare thoroughly, Master. So that you can survive.”
To think he’d suddenly call me Master when he wouldn’t even call me senior before.
I was overcome by a strange feeling.
“Alright, thank you.”
Fabre even clenched both his fists to show his determination.
After that, I put the skeleton inside my robe and left Fabre’s room.
Before I even made it out of the room, Fabre was already communicating with his beetles, beginning the preparations for the next seven days.
Fabre’s door closed, and I stood in the hallway.
Thud.
I took a step forward to carry out my next plan.
Dorma said the magic book wasn’t complete yet.
For that, I needed a jewel of the same material.
And Priest Hansis had given that jewel to Princess Elisabe
Now it was time to meet her.
I asked a passing maid,
“Has Princess Elisabeth returned to the mansion?”
“Yes. I believe she’s on the first-floor terrace now.”
I headed straight for the terrace.
But there was no one on the first-floor terrace.
Looking at the sky, I realized it was already late at night.
She must have already returned to her room.
Should I wait until tomorrow?
At that moment, I noticed the fountain in the distance.
I walked past the empty terrace towards the fountain.
And as I calmly gazed at it, I fell into contemplation.
When dealing with fire, the amount of water isn’t important. Even last time when I mobilized all the river water, I couldn’t extinguish Merlin’s familiar’s fire. It seemed that unless it was the sea, water didn’t hold much magical significance.
In that case, increasing the quality of the water was the better approach. And the method for that is to endlessly infuse my magical power to make it my water.
After repeating this process for over a hundred years, Master Abana had been able to extinguish even the flames of a phoenix.
Of course, I only had seven days.
This fountain was probably built along with the mansion.
Apart from aesthetics, its purpose is clear.
It’s the first water resource to be used in case of a fire.
Considering its purpose of extinguishing fires in the mansion, the magical significance of this water is great.
“I need to make a deal. With the will residing in this fountain.”
I spread both hands towards the water’s surface.
“Really, don’t you even know I’m here?”
A sudden voice from behind.
I turned my head to look back.
Just a few steps behind me was Princess Elisabeth.