Spring was pleasant and the trees cast mottled shadows.
However, Char was in the study silently screaming in frustration, "Why would you use Elf Language for key information? Didn't you consider that the person who finds this Mage's cottage might not know Elf Language?"
He suddenly became anxious and hurriedly flipped through the books in the bookcase—all written in Elf Language.
With a clang, Char dejectedly set down the book in his hands, his expression a mixture of pain and speechlessness.
It was frustrating to have finally obtained the items, only to be thwarted by a language barrier, and he didn't even know where to begin complaining.
It was as if there was a lump of stale blood stuck in his chest, impossible to spit out, yet unable to be swallowed, making him extremely uncomfortable.
At that moment, he even resented his original self.
You, a dignified Half-Elf, how could you not have learned Elf Language?!
