I Can Speak with Animals and Demons

"Hey, I'd like to go by that big tree."

As I strolled through the village, I asked Ferris looking at the trees visible from the village.

My purpose is to go by that tree.

Branches that cover the sky in giant trees that grow to poke at heaven.

Just looking from afar conveys its beauty. I'm sure looking up from under that tree will be rolling. I could even get in during the outing.

"Yeah, the sage tree."

"The sage tree?

Did that Oki also have a proper name?

"Once upon a time, I was told that my elf ancestor, a wise man, had lived in the woods."

"Yeah, it is."

If a man named Sage lived there, it is definitely inside. That means you can get inside.

I had such pale expectations, but I collapse by the words of Ferris.

"But you can't go by that sage tree, can you?

"Why is that?"

What, I'm having trouble saying that I can't get here for a bit.

What's wrong with saying you look big enough from this village?

"There's a deep hole around that tree. It's terribly deep and long, so nobody gets close."

"What! So no one has ever been by the sage tree?

"That's right. We can only see sage trees from far away cliffs, too. Nobody comes near me now because it's dangerous, though. If it falls, it's over."

I'm surprised at Ferris for saying he didn't open it.

Seriously. Why did you grow up there, sage tree?

If there's a deep hole around you, nobody gets close. I don't know why I lived in such an inconvenient place.

"Well, I've been there before."

Yak, who stops on his left shoulder, groaned proudly as his expectations crushed and items dripped.

"How did you get there when you said there were deep holes around you?

'Did you say you went, or did you feel like you were there? There used to be no deep hole like that. "

Yak answered with a hairy fix as I turned my gaze on Chirali.

"It's a time when you have an elf ancestor who's a longevity, right? You're not alive."

"Don't leave me with the animals around here. It's like a yacklebank called a phantom or holy beast, isn't it? Life expectancy."

Seriously. Such an idiot animal has lived for thousands of years.

I think the goddess Meriarina is misallocating her life expectancy.

"What's wrong with you?

Seeing how Yak and I talk, Ferris asks strangely.

Seeing how Yak and I reacted and how Pegasus was doing, he believed that he could talk to animals at first.

"No, because Yak used to say there was no hole, so how do you know? I heard that."

"Yacklebank is a holy beast, isn't he? It's decided to live a long time longer than we have. … Nevertheless, you used to have no holes………"

When I answered that, Ferris nodded naturally. Then I saw a sage tree that wandered far into some impressive breeze.

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I can't go directly under the sage tree but if it's from a distance, I can see it.

So we were walking in the woods for a great point where we could see the sage tree.

"Hey, the humans respect the elders, right? Then be more respectful of me. Give me more dried meat if you know what I mean. '

I say that in my ear exactly as Yak goes on and on my shoulders and head.

It hits like fluffy hair stroking around the neck muscles, so it's very dull.

It feels good, but it doesn't feel bad. I wish I didn't have a busy voice in my ear demanding it.

Even joking told Yak, "Were you an elderly man!" I didn't say that.

"Shut up. If it's dried meat, I gave it to you before you went into the woods. Be patient."

At all, this kid is something to be spoiled after he gets inside the elf, so I guess he's in good shape.

If you're an animal, hunt for your prey like an animal.

"I'm starving. Give it to me!

Finally, you poke me in the ear tab, and I'll give you a piece of dried meat because it's rubbish.

"Meat!

Yak snatched it away and held it over my shoulder and crushed it.

This makes me grow up for a while.

Even though Yak would be cute if he didn't talk.

A white tail played my hand as I tried to stroke Yak's head with my finger with that in mind.

This guy! Don't get angry!

Ferris looked at me with envy as I turned my angry eyes.

Then stick one hand in the porch with Goso Goso.

"... I'll give you some dried meat, too. So to me……………"

Ferris approached Yak with the dried meat in one hand.

I wonder. It feels like a kidnapper trying to take a child away with things.

Yak guessed the disturbing air or fled to the left shoulder opposite Ferris.

Well, there's something wrong with this guy's animal love.

Our journey was peaceful because of the absence of demons in the woods.

Continue walking north to climb the mountain for approximately a few hours.

I reached a cliff with a good view of the sage tree.

"Ooh!

The sage tree with a better view from the top of the mountain was of an incomparable mass from a distance, and the tree comparable to the mountain was somewhere majestic and heavy.

Oguri grown from the earth and grown to roar.

Fresh green leaves grow from branches. None of them had dead leaves, and they were brilliant in the sun.

I've never seen a tree this big and beautiful.

This is the adventure. I became an adventurer because I wanted to see something like this.

"Fantasy, huh?"

"Phew, phew?

He made a strange pronunciation about whether it was a word Ferris couldn't hear next door.

What a lovely way to say it.

Trying to burn this fantastic sight into my brain, I'll circle my gaze.

What I see besides a sage tree is still a deep hole.

All I said was that I deliberately crept out, avoiding the sage tree and empty it.

It is also as if a giant meteorite avoided only the sage tree and created a crater.

You can't even see the hole through the cliff, it's dark. I wonder how deep the hell it is.

I don't know who did it or whether it was done naturally, but it's annoying.

You can't come near me because of that big hole.

"Because of that deep hole, I can't get close."

"Hey, Yak. You used to be there, didn't you? What's going on in there?

Ask Yak, who can also be a living witness, if there is any way to get close.

"It's like a maze inside.... I used to get lost in the first place too. '

Yak standing on the stone has some distant eye and squeaks nostalgic.

Is there so much inside? I'd like to come in.

... or where does it come from? If we go nearby, can we even see the entrance somewhere?

"A wise man lived there, didn't he? Actually, there's no passage connected from the basement?

"What's that? I've never heard of that before."

"Never seen it before."

The words I tried to say with anticipation were denied as Bassari. There's no romance.