Phantasm Deliverance

Divergence V

Learning a new language was contradictingly easy and difficult. It was easy because Jack learned the language after he absorbed the memories of people he had previously slain. From there, Jack was able to create several translation reports for Lumière to refer to.

It was unfortunate that Jack's enchanting could not be used to enchant glasses to auto-translate languages. Enchanting was an expensive profession to level up so Lumière had only leveled Jack's enchanting through one specialty which was Dalarian. Dalarian was a type of specialty that focused on volatile fields.

It made more sense—to her—lore-wise if Jack knew how to experiment in dangerous mad-scientist-y stuff. In the game it didn't have much practical use—it acted more like an RNG slot machine on what it could do—but the idea of her character being able to accidentally tear holes in time tickled her pink.

Hindsight had she known what was coming she wouldn't have chosen such a dangerous field, but c'est la vie.

At the moment Jack couldn't enchant things outside of his specialty.

Lumière, however, leveled her enchanting in every available specialty—all thirteen.

Including Lovecraftian that included a translation enchantment while leveling up between journeyman and expert. Granted that spell was meant to translate ancient texts of the lost civilization prior to YGGDRASIL. Lumière felt reasonably confident she could apply it to the New World's written language.

After she learned it, of course.

Having the translation guides made it easier than starting from scratch, but the fact of the matter was it was still a completely new language. The symbols were foreign and new to Lumière.

It didn't help that she wasn't properly educated.

Due to her health issues, she was never able to attend classes. She couldn't even type for long without her wrists and fingers throbbing. Her parents didn't want her to be completely uneducated, however, so they tailored what she learned.

She could read very well, but her writing skills were poor. She knew basic math, but they never saw much reason for her to learn anything past algebra. She was never taught chemistry, and what she knew about biology were things she picked up from her doctors or she read herself. Her history was pretty spotty too, she really only knew a handful of facts due to media or comments her guildmates made.

There wasn't much reason for her parents to invest in her long-term, after all.

They did give her tutors for the three most common languages in their world. That was not out of love of education, or because they thought she might one day be able to visit or work in those places. Rather, it made interviewing with foreign reporters easier. The reporters would always be so pleasantly surprised when she replied back in their native language. It made for good press.

Lumière figured she'd have the easiest time learning the new language.

And. Well.

Not like she had anything better to do (yet).

The situation was thus simultaneously easy and difficult.

Good thing she had a lot of time on her hand.

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Momonga walked with a purpose. His heavy dark armor jangled with every step, and his dark red cloak billowed behind him in the wind. He might have been embarrassed by how much he stood out, but for once his passive did not activate.

He had a set goal in mind, and that determination propelled him forward.

And, in truth, Momonga was looking forward to the little adventure he had in store.