Elemental Summoner 1 by D. Levesque (e reader manga .txt) 📗

lava at the bottom of the pit when Earth is done. Don’t burn down the structures though, as I need them to stay up. Can you do that?”

Again, the globe seems to get larger and bow somehow, before jumping off my hand and disappearing into the ground, leaving only a small scorch mark on the grass.

I look up and Leeha is peering at me strangely. “What?” I ask her.

“Did you just speak to those Elementals in your language, and did they respond to you?” she asks me slowly.

“I am not sure if they responded. It might have just been my imagination,” I tell Leeha with a chuckle. “So what exactly are these Elementals? Are they living things?”

“We aren’t sure—even those of us who use the magic. For most, it’s just a way to direct the power we have. This is the first time, Alex, that I have ever seen an Elemental react that way,” she says.

“I guess I just thought since you all called it an Elemental and not an Element, it would be more than its component.”

“What do you mean?” Leeha asks me, sounding perplexed.

“Well, there are five Elementals—Earth, Fire, Air, Water, and Mind. In the stories on my world, and mind you, these are stories we would hmm, tell our kids-” How the hell do I tell her about the printing press and books? Or about reading on an eBook reader? And that all those stories come from an author’s imagination?

“In some stories, for those who can call up things like Fire, or Earth, they come out as golems that present them. Like Fire, it would be a tiny man in the shape of a flame. Earth would be this rock-shaped thing. Air would be, I don’t remember that one, I think it was a bird? Water can be a tiny person made of water. And Mind, that I would not even know what to guess,” I tell her with a laugh.

Leeha stares at me without saying anything, but then we are interrupted.

“Oh, look what we found,” says a rough male voice.

I look up and on the other side of the field, are five men. Exactly as Leeha had figured, though I would not be surprised if there was one more hiding somewhere.

“You gave us quite the chase,” the man says, wagging a finger at us.

The man has an eyepatch over his left eye, and he is in rough leathers, with two large daggers on his sides instead of a sword. The clothes he is wearing are mismatched. He is grinning, so I can see he is missing most of his teeth, and those that are there are blackened, and fuck me, they must hurt. The other men with him are pretty well carbon copies of him, without the eyepatch. Most have just a single dagger. I guess having two makes him the boss.

Shit, did my Elementals have time? As soon as I finish that thought, in my head, I get a feeling of done. Not a word, not a sound. More of a fleeting feeling, but I get it twice. I barely hide my surprise, but thank God, they are all looking at Leeha.

“Oh, and your slave will fetch us some nice coins too. Too bad she’s not human. It would have been nice to have a romp in the grass before selling her, but even I won’t stoop that low. Mikor here might, though,” he says, turning to one of the men with a smirk on his face.

“Oh fuck you boss, you know that was once, and I was young,” the man groans, causing all the others to laugh.

“So, now,” the man says, coming closer and taking one of his daggers out. “How about you give us your bags, including the one your slave was carrying, and you allow us to kill you. Otherwise, we will make this extremely painful for you, and let you die slowly for hours, instead of a quick dagger through the heart,” the one I decide to call The Pirate says with a smirk. “Oh, and that bag of gold too, can’t forget that,” he says, wagging his finger.

“So, let me see if I got this right,” I tell the men.

And the odd thing is, I am speaking in their language, not the Elven language. I had not noticed that in the city. I understood everyone and talked to them, but it didn’t dawn on me that we were speaking a different language until later, when I mentioned to Leeha that I didn’t know everyone spoke Elven. She was shocked and said that I had been speaking in perfect Prithgarian, the language for the country of Prithgar, which the city of Lomar was in.

“You will kill me quickly,” I continue, “if I give up my slave, my coins, and my bags? And if I refuse, you will make my death slow and painful. But in the end, you will still have my coins, my bags, and as you call her, my slave?”

“Oh, we have a smart one here, boys,” the Pirate says with a laugh, taking another three steps closer to us, his men following him. Which is all right since it brings them right to the middle of where I had my Elementals build my trap. Even if they were to try to move away from it, they were still five or six steps from freedom. The trap starts two steps in front of me, and Leeha is standing next to me. “How about I give you a generous counter-offer?” I tell him with a smile, still sitting on the ground.

“Oh, you hear that, boys?” the Pirate says, looking at his lackeys standing behind him and laughing. He turns back to me and says with a snicker, “And what is this generous offer you want to give us? Will you give us all a blowjob so we will kill you quicker?”

I say with a sigh, “You aren’t my type even if I was to swing that way, but thanks for