I Can Speak with Animals and Demons

I left the divine world behind, with little explanation of the new world for the goddess Meliárina.

After being wrapped in bright emerald particles, my body felt fluttered.

And I woke up with the feeling that I could be lifted to something, and raised my voice loudly.

"Ohh. Ohhhh!

In my slightest consciousness, I raised my voice without knowing why.

My vision is dark and invisible. I can't even move my hands and feet the way I want. I could pick up only a few voices from hearing that I can't hear clearly.

"- Rarely. - It's their child."

"Oh. - She is. To you."

"- Sir."

"Yes..."

I felt like I heard a part of the conversation between two men and a woman like a broken tape. Words I've never heard, not Japanese, not English.

But I did understand that word. I've never even heard of it, even though it's a word I don't know.

"Kid," a very gentle voice came into my ear.

Is it thanks to the ability and doing of "All Languages Understanding" that I asked Meriarina to understand?

And I let go of my consciousness gradually, being attacked by drowsiness that I can't resist.

... right. Am I really reincarnated?

In someone's warm chest, I fell asleep listening to a soothing voice.

× × ×

- Then a month.

At first I had no self at all, and I spent all my time in a fuzzy consciousness. Lately, I'm finally getting to spend time in my own consciousness.

However, when consciousness sprouts, this is the free time.

With a similar pattern of life every day, there's always my mother in the room.

My mother. The name is Claire.

A woman with bright hair colours mixed with pink and red. Hair is cut all over with shoulders and clothing is like a clean, bright white cutter shirt. He wears a brown skirt shaped like an umbrella skirt below.

Boulders are different worlds. It makes me feel wary about my mother's good appearance.

Face, of course, young and beautiful. The fine white and dull skin proves it.

And the color of your hair is red? There is also a mix of pink with a little gradient. Vibrancy very different from that dyed with a dye that was Earth.

Is this what all the people in this world are like?

Expect your appearance, too, and inflate all sorts of delusions.

And it's huge.

Wouldn't it be too big for a room just to raise a baby? Next to the fuzzy crib, my mother sits in a chair and reads books.

Not so far. I don't know what's going on with the standard house in this world, so I can't help it.

But there's too much free space. Despite the central placement of one crib of considerable size, there is no space because it adheres to the wall on the left and right and on the top, but there is considerable room below.

Because I'm getting smaller. I don't think it's just that.

There are two bookshelves in the room.

There's got to be about a big house living room on Earth.

Could my house be rich?

I look at my mother like I'm asking.

Then my mother puts the book she was reading on the edge and smiles.

"Oh, I'm awake -? Enough napping?

Mother smiles as she gives me away at her fingertips.

Hey, no, don't. It tickles there. Hey, ahhh!

"Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahah

There's no way I can resist the baby, it's ravaged by my mother's supple fingers.

Hey, hey! Ahhhhhhh! No, no, no!

Contrary to my stillness consciousness, my expression makes me giggle.

The mother who saw it stroked her neck with even more joy.

Oh, no! This is just a loose face muscle, angel smile, characteristic of the baby! Oh, oh, that tickles!

My mother was satisfied when she stroked me, or she puffed me with her fingers.

"Uh, Jed, I don't like your skin. I might want that softness, too."

Is that right? My mother's skin is firm and beautiful.

I think so, looking at my mother's face, full of vision.

My mother's smile, which seems to be fun-loving to my heart, makes me a little lit up.

My mother holds me up.

My whole body is wrapped in a soft feeling.

Warm.

As I relaxed into a comfortable feeling, I became sleepy.

"Oh."

You noticed my change, my mother smiles and keeps hugging me all the time.

Then a modest knock sounds through the door and someone enters the room.

"How's Jed - whoa, are you sleeping?

The voice of the man who was louder becomes smaller along the way.

When I looked at the man half-eyed, he was my father, Gerald.

She has green hair that reminds her of new greenery, and her hair is stuck. I can see the good stature even if I'm weaving a luxurious coat of purple earth in any way.

"I'm about to fall asleep."

"I see."

They looked at me silently as they were.

There were only three breathing sounds in the room, wrapped in tranquility but not surprisingly bad.