I Can Speak with Animals and Demons

Owls allowed me to return to the mansion by sundown.

My mother Claire and sister Julia got a little mad that I was about to go find her.

From now on, let's be careful with our time and go out. Because I'm just a kid.

And after dinner, a family meeting was held in the living room.

Apparently speaking during the day, it was surprising to my family that I wanted to be an adventurer.

About me, Jed-Clifford is the third son of the Clifford family. It is natural to be the eldest son, Brother Gladys, who will prevail.

Next is my second son, Brother Gillion, as a candidate. Sometimes they can rub it either by the eldest son or the second son, but Brother Gladys is supposed to succeed us without that.

Brother Gillion doesn't seem interested in that from the end.

Well, unlike my perverse second son, I think Brother Gladys would be able to do it well.

If anything happens to my eldest son or second son, I will succeed him even if he is my third son, but that is hardly the case.

Or from me, I can't imagine those brothers screwing up.

And three or four men like me on the subject usually attend knight training schools and magic schools.

And become knights, wizards and cadets, often marrying for ties to other houses. It seems rare that no one is ever a nobleman and an adventurer.

Adventurer.

Those who made their living and excelled in combat mainly by hunting demons that exist in this world and selling their materials.

Tough demon materials seem to have uses for a variety of objects and are traded at high prices. It is used for everyday items such as weapons, protective equipment and clothing, and the demand for it never runs out.

When it comes to adventurers, it's not all about knocking down demons, it's about small requests like escorting people, carrying baggage, and gathering. Sometimes I find crates in places like ruins and cave exploration and even big things like grabbing a thousand bucks.

None of them can be alarmed because their lives are in danger except for a small chore.

That's why my father and mother objected.

I wondered how I would fight.

I understand that magic can be used there. Brother Gillion's support and the actual use of the product led to some satisfaction.

Then they told me I should go to magic school, but I didn't mean to, so I didn't want to. Because I want to be an adventurer, make money, and be free to go around the world.

Nevertheless, even though magic can be used, the mindset is children. Besides, there are limits to what you can do alone.

Until I was twelve, I was told to learn and train swords and magic.

When you become an adventurer, make sure you have a good party.

And he managed to forgive me on condition that I showed a lot of strength.

My father and brother Gladys are glad to have more sword opponents. He's basically rooting for me.

Brother Gillion said, "One of these days we'll have a magical shootout, so keep practicing magic control." It's noisy, but I think you're here for me.

Sister Julia said, "Good luck because it's funny". I don't want to hear what's funny.

"Jed, you're going to live relaxed in the mansion with your mother!" and my mother seemed to disagree slightly. It's a fascinating life, too. But I might want you to wait another thirty years or so.

We need to show strength somehow while you're in a good mood. She's a little overprotective for me.

From now on, there seems to be a lot of magic and a lot of things to do with the sword.

And what can I do to show strength………?

× × ×

A week from the family meeting.

An expeditiously begun sword archery.

"Fu……………………………."

While the sun hasn't risen, I'm in the garden pretending to be with my father and Brother Gladys.

The crisp, clear air in the morning is pleasant.

Even though magic can be used, it's over when you're approached. What a useless guy.

Braiding magic that can be fought in close proximity, keeping it away, swordsmanship and body technique are absolutely useful in combat.

I also take that father's words seriously because I thought they could be used in melee combat using magic to avoid them.

"All right, Jed's got thirty more barebacks."

"Yes!"

... Seriously. This still hurts my muscles today.

"Hey, what are you doing today?

After you finish your bareback and have breakfast. I lay down wondering what to do in the grass in front of the mansion.

It feels good when the breeze gently strokes my cheek.

I think I'll just sleep here like this.

'Hey, hey?

Smokey's walking around me a little bit next door. And you want me to take care of it, or you can put your nose against your face, or you can lick it with pepper.

"……… tickles"

Still, it's a complicated mood to be licked peppery by someone whose words make sense.

I don't know if it's okay if it's because the words don't make sense.

"Play."

"Uh, I already figured it out... then I'll throw this branch, so get it."

'Okay!

Smokey happily tongues and shakes his tail when I stand up and pick up the right branches and say so.

"All right, then I'll throw it!

"Anytime!

I twist my body trying to fly far away. Pain running through the body immediately after that.

…………

"It's a muscle pain, so can I stop?

'You're kidding me!

Smokey barking at me just asking me to do it right.

"Uh, I can't help it anymore...... that!

"Say hello! Branch! Branch!

Running happily up to the throw of the branches.

I knew it was a branch, so don't fly too much. Do you want to stone it next? It seems easier to throw because it weighs more that way.

"Throw it again!

"Next time, it's this stone. This one will fly farther."

'Okay!

"Okay, that!

The stone plots a parabola and flies far away.

It is quite different from the branches earlier.

"Let the stone fly so fast!

Smokey runs off as he raises his excited voice.

All right, I guess I'll have time for that gap. It's going to make me throw it for about half a day if it stays like this. Even if there is no muscle pain, it is painful.

And as he tried to turn back to the mansion, he put his hand on his shoulder.

"No, it's a coincidence here. Would you like a cup of tea while you lecture on restorative magic at my house, if you like?

The person who turned around was the therapist, Mr. Oonoki.

No, I think it's tough coincidence to just keep it in front of people's mansions.