I Can Speak with Animals and Demons

After that, it was very hard to dry the room.

Especially since the carpet had a large amount of water stuck in it, it had to be squeezed and dried. My five-year-old couldn't have done that, and the maid and butler helped me.

Apparently, Brother Gillion had told me about the situation, and he helped me with a refreshing smile, without any tongue punching. I'm so sorry.

Thanks to this, I currently have little furniture in my room. Speaking of certain things, only the frame of the bed that was big and difficult to get out. Otherwise, I threw everything outside to dry.

The windows are fully open and there is a cool breeze.

Even a large room feels extra spacious because of it.

I have to sleep in a different room today.

The maid and the butler helped me clear the room, and I headed to Brother Gillion's room.

"Brother Gillion. It's Jed."

When I knocked, I immediately got a blurry voice back that seemed to me like Brother Gillion's grumpy "get in".

Because he has such a voice, the maid cares about him.

I walked into the room thinking about it in my mind.

The size of the room as I am. Significantly different are bookshelves packed in bulk with books, which are installed to enclose the room. A lot of paper scattered everywhere, beaten and written.

Brother Gillion, who is always caged in a room, only of high pride. It was a sight that turned the impression upside down.

Perhaps he has worked hard to read books every day, study and go to magic school.

Until now, it was a room where I was a little kid and I couldn't let him near me by accident, but how could he let me in suddenly?

I'll turn my doubtful eyes to Brother Gillion, but he looks like he's looking for a book from some bookshelf. They're dressed in wet clothes just like me, but they're exactly the same.

I always wear the same clothes, but I don't know how many I have.

"Oh, this is it."

When I whined, Brother Gillion handed me three books.

"This?

"It's a book with magic foundations written on it. The guy just got wet."

After all, I was wondering if they were going to tell me what to do with the novels in this room, but apparently they weren't. Even though I'm confused, I have my doubts.

"Ugh, yeah. But why me?

"You idiot. If they inadvertently use magic again like they did earlier, the mansion will burn. So read this for now."

"Yeah."

"Then use magic. I don't know how you can read" Magic Language, "but be as controlling as you can be."

"Yeah. Okay."

When I snorted, I sat in my chair just saying that I was ready for Brother Gillion and started writing something on paper.

After staring behind me for a few seconds, I quietly left my room behind.

In the end, if I used magic inadvertently, I just couldn't wait to see when the mansion would burn.

Brother Gillion couldn't possibly know what he meant, and I was headed to the empty room.

Magic has six attributes. Most people have one attribute, and those with two or three and other attributes at the same time are extremely rare.

Long ago, the Great Sage dealt with all the attributes and used great magic, but it is not certain. At least, the first principal of the School of Magic had the most attributes left of the past literature. This is my grandfather, William-McLard. My grandfather could handle four attributes. Wizards of other countries also apparently had the best four attributes.

There was something like this in my grandfather's words.

"No matter how many attributes you have, it's not necessarily excellence"

I was convinced to listen to my grandfather. No matter how many four attributes of magic you have, it doesn't make sense if you can't use it. Our human life expectancy is long and eighty years. It would be the longest and about forty years when we calculated the number of years in which we could work as wizards.

It is very difficult to use each attribute's "magic language" perfectly: elementary, intermediate and advanced. So is the control of magic. Extreming multiple magic is impossible.

When we're halfway there, we can only use the elementary magic of each magic. Accuracy and fragmentation are common stories.

I want you to think hard and grasp the future in order to live as a wizard from now on.

Author Kaios-McLard.

"It's quite heavy……………………."

Could it be that Brother Gillion wants me to be a wizard?

Well, I think mindset is more important than dealing with the power of magic, but I'm five years old.

I don't know, I skipped reading similar rhetoric and theories.

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If you notice, the indoor sunset is plugged in and the evening will soon come.

"Is it evening already? You've been reading quite a bit."

Close the book and stretch.

I feel tired in my eyes because I've been reading books.

As I loosened my eyes, I remembered.

"Ah, that's right. I forgot about the goblins!

I hurried up and headed toward my father's office.

From the hallway window, I saw the butler once carrying the furniture in my room into the mansion. I really want to go and help, but I can only hold books for my weak self at best, and not now.

Apologizing in my heart, I ran through the hallway.

"Dad, it's Jed."

"Hmm? Is that Jed...... come in"

When I knocked, my father's surprised voice returned. Anyway, I got permission, so I'm going indoors.

"Excuse me."

"Jed, what's wrong?

At a desk that seemed large and of good quality, the clerk's father opened his mouth with his brush in his hand.

"Eh, I hear there's a goblin in the west forest!

"Did someone witness that?

"……… Ah."

Anyway, I wanted to report that Goblin was nearby, but I just realized that there was no explanation.

How do you explain that? Jed. Mr. Bird taught me! Yes out. Jed, you treat me like a pervert. What are you gonna do, me?

When I'm hardened, after my father frowned, he smiles gently like he's convinced of something.

Huh? What? What conclusion did you draw in your father?

"Well, that's it. If you want me to play, be honest with me. Dad, I'm almost done with work, so just wait."

Yeah, I said something nice, like, a daddy with a throat and a face.

Dad, it's not like that.

"No, I knew it was nothing."

I'm kind of empty and I'm leaving the room.

"... Jed's guy. What's wrong? I haven't played with him lately, and I'll play with him next time."

That night, the next day and the goblins never showed up, and time passed without anyone witnessing them.

Still, I decided to go to the woods because I was concerned about how things were going.

Speaking of which, Brother Gillion taught me how to control magic.

I can activate magic for once, but it brings a lot of magic. There is a limit to the magic power that humans can use to speak in 'magic language'. Refine and activate the magic power in the air and the magic power that you possess. The subject is himself.

So "Magic Language" tends to dominate, but we must not neglect to refine our magic.

It's important. And Brother Gillion spoke fervently.

Having said that, I have never dealt with magic power in many ways, but I was supposed to gobble with the pronunciation, emphasis, and rhythm of "Magic Language".

Seeing that, Brother Gillion says, "I don't know what that means. That's crazy. Out of the way!" or something.

"All Language Understanding" power helped in unexpected ways.

Besides, my magic power seems to be enormous.

With that said, Master Meriarina said that she has more magic and physical abilities than the average person. I thought it was really an excuse for misery, but it was good to be true.

Anyway, now I think I can protect myself.

Surrounding perimeter alert and directions have been contracted to the birds full of white bread.

They are dependable birds.