The Master of Language - T.M.L Chapter 45 (Part 1):

**The Secret Room on the Second Floor of the Mansion**

The secret room on the second floor of the mansion. It was a small chamber, sealed off on all sides, accessible only through a hidden passage.

If we imagine the mansion as a sphere, this would be the point where the radius meets the axis of rotation. In other words, it’s the core of all the magic cast on the mansion.

There was an extraordinary treasure here that maintained all the magic of the mansion.

“To wager your own brain…”

Floating in midair within the room was a shriveled brain, encased in a translucent black jewel.

I guessed that this brain belonged to Count Furst’s grandfather, the founder of this mansion.

He must have been a mage too, and his talent must have been passed down to Fabre.

The jewel was intangible like an illusion, probably due to some special protective magic. I could see it, but any other interaction was impossible.

I slumped down and took out my staff and magic book.

Along with the transparent jewel Princess Elisabeth had given me.

I pondered for a moment, alternately looking at the magic book and staff before me.

Should I complete my magic book first, or should I make a new staff, even if it’s imperfect?

Then I naturally recalled what Dorma had said.

‘Later, if you find more of the same material, bring it close to the magic book and infuse it with magical power. The magic book will absorb it. Of course, if you want to make a matching staff, come to me.’

So it would be best to use it for the magic book first, and if there’s any left, I’ll take it to Dorma.

I looked at the transparent jewel and slowly infused magical power into the magic book. The book’s presence became even more vivid.

I continued to infuse magical power, gauging the size of the transparent jewel.

That’s when it happened.

“Ugh.”

Suddenly, a powerful suction force was felt from the magic book, and it instantly sucked in the transparent jewel.

Not only that, but it also tried to forcibly absorb the magical power within me.

It was clear that if I stayed still like this, all my magical power would be drained and I would become a corpse.

“Argh.”

Indeed, it’s not good to start things without expert help.

I gritted my teeth, desperately trying to resist.

I used every thought I could muster, even my innate strength, to try not to lose my magical power.

However, it only stopped the suction force for a very brief moment. Soon, the magic book endlessly sucked in my magical power.

My consciousness gradually faded and my vision narrowed into darkness.

In the encroaching darkness, the red eye that had always watched over me was nowhere to be found.

If I close my eyes now, I’ll surely die!

At that moment, a memory flashed through my mind.

The black orb that Dorma had pulled out when first creating the magic book.

She had imbued that orb with my innate magic, then used the transparent jewel to bring it into reality.

That’s how my magic book came to be.

So what’s sucking in the magical power now is not my magic book, but the innate magic inside it.

My magic book wants to absorb the transparent jewel, not my magical power.

In my fading consciousness, I focused on that memory.

At that time, Dorma’s black orb couldn’t contain my magic. So it was about to burst, unable to withstand it.

Just like how I can’t withstand it now.

But how did I stop it back then?

I.

Said.

“Stop taking it.”

As soon as I finished speaking, the suction force from the magic book disappeared without a trace.

I couldn’t help but fall back, all the strength drained from my body.

“Haa. Haa. Haa.”

Now that I thought about it, it had always been like this.

When I stopped the weapons in mid-air on the ship.

When I rose during Master Abana’s test.

When I moved in the face of Kalasta’s majesty.

I raised my hand and touched my lips.

“I commanded. I did.”

And nothing was consumed in executing that command.

I sprang to my feet.

And opened the magic book to the first page.

“Language magic. What on earth does this mean? Is it perhaps similar to giving commands?”

I slowly reread the language magic once again.

But I still couldn’t understand most of it.

There’s no more time to devote to research. I haven’t properly checked on Oshalo yet.

At that moment, I noticed something new about the magic book, which had fully absorbed the transparent jewel. Patterns were engraved on the corners, and the texture of each page had improved.

Just by infusing magical power into the transparent jewel, it becomes part of the magic book.

It seems like it will be a serious problem later when making a staff.

It seems difficult without expert help after all.

I shook my head vigorously.

“Get a grip. I need to prepare for battle first.”

I grabbed the staff and magic book in my hands and swirled my robe.

Then, Oshalo, a skeleton frozen in clear ice, popped out from within.

Oshalo lowered his hand after looking around while holding a sharp icicle in his right hand.

“Oshalo. Look at me.”

Oshalo looked at me with fierce, murderous eyes.

But he showed no signs of speaking.

Corpses revived by death magic don’t originally speak. Even with Undine present, the thoughts contained within seem stronger.

I could talk with Undine, but I still couldn’t talk with the corpse.

“I promise. If you faithfully follow my orders, I’ll listen to your last wishes. So if there’s anything you want, write it on the floor.”

Then the skeleton’s eyes glowed red.

The skeleton stretched out its left hand. Then, ice crystals formed like an awl from his left hand.

Creak. Creak.

The skeleton wrote on the floor by scratching with the ice crystal.

I read it all and nodded.

“Alright. I’ll fulfill that wish, Oshalo.”

The skeleton’s mouth opened slightly, releasing a frosty breath.

It’s time to test his loyalty.

Without letting go of my staff, I said,

“Through my memories, go to Fabre’s room. Bring the thirty or so skeletons there to me.”

Oshalo stared at me for a while and then moved with heavy steps.

He left the room through the secret passage.

I heaved a deep sigh.

“It’s a fortunate that I named him Oshalo. He’s much more obedient than I thought.”

Now I looked up at the core of the mansion’s magic.

Since Fabre had already revealed a considerable part of it, there wasn’t much difficulty in figuring out the protective spells through it.

In between, Oshalo brought the skeletons, and each time, I cast death magic. For those with too little thought, I gathered them at once and put them into a single skeleton.

That way, I resurrected ten skeletons full of thoughts.

For the next five days, I consumed countless water herbs, endlessly meditated, frequently discussed plans with Fabre, and raised my magical power beyond its peak.

The dark and narrow indoor space disrupts the sense of time.

But I can tell.

The day had come.

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