The Master of Language - T.M.L Chapter 5 (Part 2):

Having no choice, I reached out and picked up the same fruit she had taken and brought it to my mouth.

But suddenly she reached out her hand.

I naturally dodged it quickly.

“Why all of a sudden?”

She glared at me once, then reached out again and took my fruit.

Then she plucked off the stem with a pop, put the fruit down in front of me with a thud, and started eating her own fruit again.

“Hehe. Looks like Psyche likes you too?”

At the Master’s words, Psyche frowned sharply and said,

“There’s poison in the stem. It doesn’t affect us, but humans are weak to poison.”

“That’s true. Hehe.”

The Master picked up a long stem. Then she started slowly chewing it from the root.

“So it’s safe to eat now?”

Psyche continued eating her food without any response.

She’s ignoring me to an excessive degree.

I stared at the fruit placed in front of me for a while.

It should be fine, right?

I picked it up and took a big bite.

Wow.

This is insane.

That’s the only way to describe it.

It’s so insane that it’s more delicious than an orange eaten after starving for 3 days.

Then Psyche turned her head to look at me.

“Is it good?”

With my mouth full of fruit, I couldn’t answer her.

Honestly, I didn’t want to either.

She ignored me twice, so she really has no right to ask.

But the fruit was exceptionally delicious. Just the fact that they gave me this is so thankful.

I nodded.

At that, Psyche quickly turned her head away again.

I couldn’t see her face.

The Master smiled slightly.

“Hehe.”

I quickly chewed and swallowed, then picked up another fruit.

And I slightly held it out towards Psyche.

Psyche turned to look at me, furrowing her long eyebrows, and I smiled slightly.

“This one? No poison?”

Psyche pushed away my outstretched hand and said,

“No. Eat.”

She just changed the direction of her extended arm and picked up the same kind of fruit she had just eaten.

Of all these fruits, she’s eating the same one again.

She must have very firm preferences.

Talking with her is incredibly frustrating.

It looks like it’ll take at least a few years to get close.

Master Abana raised an eyebrow and lifted one corner of her mouth.

“Isn’t she pretty? You’d be happy if you took her as your wife.”

If only it were that simple.

I hid my true thoughts and responded quietly.

“I suppose so.”

Master Abana’s lips twisted slightly.

She leaned forward and spoke ominously.

“From what I’ve seen, I don’t think you followed me here just because you thought ‘Wow, it’s magic!’ Right?”

How disappointing.

It seems she’s hoping I’ll be intimidated, but did she really think I’d be scared by this?

Is she testing me perhaps?

I responded casually.

“I heard somewhere that elves can’t lie and are pure. But it seems that’s not true. Do you have other intentions?”

“Surely you don’t think lies are exclusive to humans? Just look at the wilderness that elves worship. It’s the embodiment of lies and deception. Humans think they’re quite cunning, but they’re no match for the wilderness.”

After inviting me to eat, she’s only talking about things that won’t help digestion.

It’s fortunate that it’s just light vegetables.

“Alright. Then please tell me honestly. Why did you need a young human boy with an aptitude for magic?”

“I told you. You’re Psyche’s companion, right? Psyche is a mage too. So her companion should be a mage too, or one side would be sad. Otherwise, the lifespan difference would be too great. And as for why it has to be a human… Hehe. Ask Psyche. That was the condition she set for me.”

I turned to Psyche.

“I know you don’t like answering my questions, but why did it have to be a human?”

Psyche was silent for a while, then abruptly answered.

“Preference.”

After saying that, she reached out her hand again.

And once again, she picked up the same fruit.

How consistent.

I asked Master Abana again.

“Then what about the promise to send me back when I become an adult?”

Master Abana spoke softly.

“Do you think I’d let an elf be with a human who reeks of fire and iron every night? You might as well torture her. Even when I said from morning to evening, it was actually to test you. I have no intention of handing you over to Count Furst.”

I stroked my chin.

“Hmm. So Count Furst just took a gamble. Whether I’d really stay here or not. Or whether I’d serve him afterwards.”

“That’s why the count said you seem to know gratitude, even if you don’t know loyalty. He wouldn’t expect you to serve him.”

Ah.

So that’s what he meant.

The Master asked.

“But you’re quite mature for a fourteen-year-old, aren’t you?”

“I hear that a lot. But it might not be true.”

“What do you mean it might not be true?”

I tapped my head.

“Sometimes I have thoughts that don’t seem like mine. Especially when I learn something new. I understand almost everything at once, but it feels like I already knew it. Even though I clearly didn’t know it before. Anyway, it’s strange.”

“……”

“So, to sum it all up, if you want me to marry Psyche in exchange for teaching me magic, I’ll do it. But I don’t intend to betray my debt of gratitude, so I’ll help Count Furst. Is that alright?”

Abana nodded.

She’ll teach me magic.

The price is a beautiful elf wife.

Something is off.

Something stinks about this.

Of course, I might be suspecting for no reason.

But Master Abana clearly said it.

Elves lie too.

So I don’t know which parts of what the Master said are true and which are lies.

My life as a slave whispers to me.

It’s too sweet to accept this as it is.

I quietly continued my meal.

Let’s become stronger silently.

That’s the priority for now.

Dangun

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