"Hmmm… So why does it get so awkward when he writes it down as words???"
At the hour when the twin moons hanging in the night sky glowed softly in pale blue, only his voice echoed quietly inside the still room that was lit warmly by several lamps.
Even after he completed his very first errand without trouble and continued spending time in the imperial palace with Somnus, he returned in the evening to the inner Palace which had practically become his real home and had dinner and a bath.
It was the same peaceful routine as always.
But tonight, before going to sleep, he moved into a salon room that had basically become his study and he read over the small letter he had just finished writing.
Again, he tilted his head at the strange phenomenon of this world.
Reading words caused absolutely no problem.
However, when he tried to write something himself, the sentences somehow turned into something that sounded like they had been put through an automatic translator.
