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  (Transter- ging Language Proficy to Language Mastery)

  Time flies.

  When life is fulfilling, it seems to slip by in the blink of ahis was certainly true for Ian, who felt he had ged signifitly in just a few days.

  [Rune Mastery (Level 1): 3/100]

  As the saying goes, hard work creates miracles. When Ian decided to pause his other training and focus solely on mastering ruhe bination of his natural talent and the system panel yielded remarkable results.

  Of course, the rapid adva of a skill that typically progressed slowly was also lio his simultaneous improvement in [Language Mastery].

  [Language Mastery (Level 5): 4/1600]

  When this skill, which Ian had high hopes for, reached Level 5, araordinary trait emerged.

  [Language Mastery Extraordinary Trait— Linguistiprehension: You will find it easier to learn unfamiliar scripts and nguages.]

  The description was simple, but the impact of this extraordinary trait was anything but weak.

  While it didn’t grant Ian the godlike unication abilities he had dreamed of, it did bestow upon him a alent. His speed in learning runes increased signifitly, and he also gaihe unique ability to uand the nguages of animals and magical creatures.

  In his spare time, Ian began to learn the nguage of the sparrows outside. It was a feeling that could only be truly appreciated by someone who experie.

  By listening closely, he quickly learo identify the various tones and subtle ges in sylbles that the sparrows used to express joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness. This was definitely a skill he hadn’t possessed before acquiring the extraordinary trait.

  "Perhaps if I train it to Level 10 and awaken a legendary trait, I might really gain the ability to unicate with all things," Ian mused, filled with hope for the legendary traits he had yet to enter.

  However, he also khat his top priority was to plete the homework assigned by Professor Mara.

  After all, he would be returning to the Twilight Zone in two days, and who knew what medieval punishment Professor Mara might impose if she was dissatisfied with his progress?

  "Fortunately, my speed in learning runes has increased. By the time I return to the Twilight Zone, I should be able to interpret the magical script and learn the spell," Ian thought to himself.

  [Rune Mastery] had successfully reached the beginner level.

  This achievement granted Ian the basic ability to interpret simple runes. However, the interpretation was limited because the structure of magical scripts posed of runes was entirely different from most nguages.

  It wasn’t like the vocabury links in English or the character binations in ese. After all, it served as both a nguage and a medium for unig magic.

  Simply reizing and pronoung all the runes didn’t mean one could interpret the magic they carried. This plexity was likely the reason why learning it was exceptionally challenging.

  Even with the same runic characters arranged in the same order, different es between the characters could vey entirely different meanings.

  If one didn’t fully grasp the retionships between each character and rashly interpreted the magical script to cast a spell based on their assumptions, the most likely oute for a wizard would be being a perma resident of the Twilight Zone.

  Hmm.

  Or perhaps suffering lifelong disabilities, missing limbs, or something equally dire.

  Regardless, Ian had no desire to experience such a fate. Because of this, he was extremely cautious when interpreting the "homework" left by Professor Mara.

  This caution naturally slowed his progress.

  At present, he had only mao interpret most of the text on a piece of fabric.

  [Adventus Timoris]

  It was said that a wizards were particurly skilled at weaving curses with runes. Based on the magical script Ian had deciphered, the spell recorded on the fabric was clearly a curse-type spell.

  Its principles even involved some mental impntation teiques. The general effect seemed to be to impnt a halluation iarget that induces fear.

  Perhaps it could also impnt other types of halluations... What intrigued Ian was that this spell wasn’t obscure. It had once pyed a role iing the famous magical creature known as the Boggart.

  A magical creature capable of transf at will, it would take on the form of whatever a person feared most.

  Through Ian’s research at the unnamed bookstore in the vilge, he learhat the creation of Boggarts inated from biological alchemy, and one of the runic scripts used in the process was this [Fear Curse].

  This was a fasating piece of trivia.

  It also made Ian realize that as wizarding ws became more refihe development of biological alchemy seemed to have stagnated, much like the resear gei the Muggle world.

  "After all, it involves ethid morality."

  Ian wasn’t particurly ied in biological alchemy. He mainly felt regret for the disappearance of spells like the [Fear Curse] that had faded alongside the dee of biological alchemy.

  Of course, with Professor Mara, an a witch, as his teacher, Ian might be able to revive many lost spells. The question remained whether such "archaeological discoveries" would earn him any rewards.

  Hmm.

  Fame was sedary.

  Money was what Ian needed most.

  "I wonder if the money I have left is enough to buy potions books for Professor Mara." Ian was naturally ed about finances. He hadn’t fotten rofessor Mara had mentioned earlier.

  Whether for himself or for other reasons, Ian knew he had to take the matter of buying books seriously.

  However, in the wizarding world, knowledge was exceptionally expensive.

  The golden galleo by Snape were still there, but they definitely wouldn’t cover all the books reted to potions. Perhaps buying some sed-habooks would be a reasonable promise?

  "Even though the books are sed-hand, the knowledge remains the same."

  With that thought, Ian tucked his money pouto his pocket.

  Carrying the three magical script books that were no longer useful to him, he quickly walked along the cobblestoreet toward the unnamed bookstore behind Scrivenshaft’s Quill Shop.

  The simple storefront looked as it always did.

  Ihe bookstore, shielded from the sun by a sunshade, there were still no ers in sight. Ian stepped inside, gng around, but didn’t see the old bookstore owner.

  "What are you looking for?"

  Suddenly, a young and curious voice broke the silence.

  Startled, Ian quickly turoward the source of the voice.

  There, behind the ter used fistration and payments, sat a girl with a strikingly delicate face. A book rested on her knees, ah her ptinum-blonde hair, a pair of heteroatic eyes were fixed on Ian.

  "I’ve seen you before."

  This wasn’t Ian’s voice.

  It was the girl speaking first, her tone filled with surprise.

  The sunshade was half-drawn, and sunlight filtered through in scattered dots, illuminating her hair and making the already dazzling ptinum-blonde shine even more brilliantly. But what stood out even more than her golden hair were her eyes.

  One was blue, the other white.

  A unique pair of heteroatic eyes that one couldn’t easily fet. At that moment, the white side seemed to be slowly rotating, though it might have been an illusion caused by the sunlight.

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