I Can Speak with Animals and Demons

Just ten months after I took life in this world.

I managed to be able to walk alone these days.

A few months ago, Sister Julia left the door open.

I think this is just fine. I tried to surprise my mother by showing her yes, and when I went out in the hallway, the maid almost stepped on me.

That was dangerous. Because of this, the maid dropped the pot she was carrying and broke it.

It was the moment when I swore to my heart that I would not be able to do so among the babies.

It should be noted that Sister Julia, who left my room open, was quite reprimanded.

In order not to repeat the incident, I decided to stay in this room for the most part.

I'd really like to show you where you can walk as soon as possible and walk around the mansion with compliments.

I was just thinking, I heard footsteps from the hallway.

Is that your mother? No, I hear more than one footstep.

Is it the combination of your mother and your sister Julia again?

But my thoughts are off.

Because I heard a man from the hallway.

"It's your brother. Don't wave your sword or cage him in your room. Play more with your brother Jed."

"……… Yes"

"Er"

It's Dad's voice. Plus the voices of two men. Probably my brothers.

Do you have trouble playing with me or don't you like being deprived of your time? We're both probably unhappy.

Unlike my whimsical sister Julia, my brothers only visit my room enough to count.

Well, I know how that feels.

The baby is delicate anyway, so don't bother if you cry just by touching or approaching it. In the unlikely event that anything happens, most men will fall prey to it.

Eventually, the door slowly opens and the three of them enter the room.

"Jed's awake."

My father comes in best and my brothers come in so they can peek.

The oldest brother is Brother Gladys.

He is a seven-year-old boy, just like sister Julia, who inherits his father's blood in colour. Probably a twin. The colour of the hair is different. It has a good face and a shadow somewhere. He is dressed loosely that seems to move easily into short, aligned hair. If we go outside, we're going to wield our swords right now.

This house, instead of the Count's, is all rough dressed up. It would be about my father dressed like that.

Another man who shows off his annoying attitude.

It's my second son, Gillion. I was six years old when I was one.

She wears glasses and has a forehead, and she has shorter hair. It's just that the face is different and intelligent from Brother Gladys and his father. It's probably because of the long, cool eyes, not because they're wearing glasses.

This is a white cutter shirt with black trousers. Though I imagined more luxurious and tuxedo clothes like this.

Our house. I don't think the Clifford family is short of money.

Well, I hope it's safe because it's not the kind of dumb world everyone imagines, the so-called stubborn house.

"You don't cry, do you?

"……… I don't know."

Gillion voices pity and Gladys answers forcefully.

"Pity you guys."

"So your dad can hold you or something?

"Grr! That's... I've never done that."

"Even my father is the same!

My brothers attack the pain of my father, who seemed great.

"Then why don't you let me do it!

"What? Just stop it. Dad, I'll do anything I can."

"……… If anything happens, my mother will be mad at me"

"It's okay. Leave it to me!

What a simple father. I didn't know a child would stir me up and care about it.

Dad reaches out and lifts him out of my armpit sitting in the crib. Every big hand lifts me up easily.

Hey, hey! Dad, it hurts! I like to hold it, but I have a grip! You're gonna crush my arm!

"Ah, uh-huh."

Unexpectedly, he shouts an uncomfortable voice.

"Jed, aren't you about to cry?

"Father. I hate Jed."

"Huh? Huh? Seriously?"

To Brother Gladys' hasty voice and Brother Gillion's reprehensible words, Dad hurries me back to the crib.

"Look, aren't you holding it in a strange way or overpowering it?

"Really? I was so careful. Do you want to try again? Now it's okay. Now I know how to add and subtract it."

"No, you were just out."

"……… my shoulders are a little red"

My brother Gladys turns my sleeve. And everyone confirms the reddened shoulder.

"Look! That's bad! My mother would be mad at me!

"Definitely"

"Yes!? That's trouble! Claire's scared when she's angry, and it's a long time!

"Shut up, isn't it bad if something happens?

"It's better for you to confess honestly."

Well, it's just temporarily red. It's okay.

You can't even notice how I am, and my brothers and father panic.

"Argh."

My leaked words stop the three of us from making noisy conversations.

"What's wrong? Jed?"

"It sucks. Aren't you going to cry in pain now?

"You should call your mother soon!

"But if I call Claire..."

"What if you called me?

…………

The air in my room is frozen. The three people who were making a scene can't even get their words out because of their mother's pressure.

Mother, I could have spoken like that. I'm afraid of something with an awesome smile.

"No, this is that"

"Come here."

"……… Yes"

My father managed to look back and make excuses, but in vain. Walking awesome, its back looks like a sinner being taken to the stranglehold table.

"Leena, Jed, look at you. Because when you leave it to the men, it won't be a busy thing."

"Certainly, ma'am."

A maid finally lowers her head and replies to her mother's words.

Is the true lord of this mansion his mother?

The maids come in, and the brothers leave the room in exchange.

The door closes and the mother and father disappear.

No, Claire, listen to me.

"I was listening to it all. That was all the noise, of course."

"…… eh. No, it's me. I wanted to hold Jed."

A conversation between two people that eventually gets smaller. In response to her mother's strong voice, her father's voice was somewhere weak.

× × ×

And late that night.

Time for everyone in the mansion to go to sleep. The moonlight plunges into my room, surrounded by blue and pale darkness. I was supposed to wake up to the odd noise I heard coming out the window.

"Hyah! It's night, night! It's our time! You can't eat the sun!

I gaze outside, but I can only see the sky in the baby.

Only one bird-like black shadow was seen in the light intensity of the moon only.

There's no reason for birds to scream, and are they in your neighborhood? But besides our mansion around here, there are only a few servant quarters a little further away. Later it will be enough to be surrounded by trees.

Can't you hear your mother, your father, your brothers or anyone else?

Am I weird after all?

I've been awake for a while but never heard any more odd noises.

I slept wondering that day as well.

× × ×

"Hey, you. Jed, I feel like you've been looking at the ceiling lately."

"Jed did? Is there something on the ceiling?

"There's got to be nothing. Jed, I'm cleaning every inch of your room just in case."

"Hmm, doesn't that even look like something interesting? Sometimes there are trees and strange patterns."

My mother and father are consulting in front of me.

"But the ceiling in this room is white, right?

My father doesn't seem to care much, but my mother doesn't.

I look at the ceiling with a surprised look.

That's right. Indeed, I am staring at the ceiling. There's no such thing as a white ceiling.

But what I care about is that further down the road.

A slight but audible direction of the voice.

"Hey! Where the hell is this place?

"Rice! What about rice?

'I mean, you can walk right here. Make it easier for us to walk. "

"Is there cheese in here?"

"Cheese!? There is? Where?

"Cheese? Mm-hmm. You can't be here."

"Ha!? You said you had cheese here!?

"Hey? Where are you?

"Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey! I don't know, my ass is out of the way! Cheese? Cheese would be in the kitchen upstairs. '

"Ha!? So what are we here for?

"Exploring new foods?

"Explore!

Hmm... Is there even a ghost behind the ceiling? Ghosts eat cheese?

I don't know, but I don't think I'll be able to spare time, so I'm asking.

"…… you're definitely looking up there."

My father stared at me when I realized it.

Father left the room after he had his neck cut off.

After a while, my father brought a maid back to his room.

She borrowed a maid's handkerchief from her father and has a long one in her hand. It's just going to reach the ceiling if Dad has it.

My father glances at me, then heads around where my gaze was, poking at the ceiling with a glimpse.

"Wow!? What? What? An earthquake!?

"Whoops! Help! I'm falling!

"Yay! Exploration is aborted! It's gonna get you!

I can hear you panicking like it's funny. Is Mr. Ghost much smaller?

"Oh, Jed, you're happy."

"Mm!? It's true. I don't know what it is, but this is interesting."

Look at me smiling, my mother and father rejoicing.

Father slammed the ceiling many times as he was.

'Whoa! Yabe! I can't move!'

"Hit me good!

'Whoa! Stick to the pillar!

'Oh, my God. Whoa, whoa, whoa!

I stopped hearing voices from the ceiling for a while on the border that day.

That was a little too bad for me.