Reincarnated as a Dungeon Master, I Became Unstoppable by Doting on My Monsters—My Gorgeous Monsters Have Started to Conquer the World on Their Own! - Chapter 14.2: First Conversation

“If you’re asking about the language that Ange-san uses… it would be Celestial language, I presume?”

Each type of monster has its corresponding language skill, as explained by Jacqueline-san. Following her advice, I grant everyone the skill for the Celestial language. While only Ange can speak it, everyone else needs the skill to listen and understand.

…It’s quite an expense, so I better be careful.

Ange kneels in front of me, waiting for the skill to activate.

“Ange has always been good at poetry and drama. I was looking forward to hearing her recite.”

When learning Japanese, she particularly enjoyed using Earth’s poetry and theatre. She often contemplated their beauty, sharing poems she wrote in her broken Japanese with me.

Her romantic-style poetry, while maybe lacking in sophistication, was said to be on par with Wordsworth and John Keats. At least, that’s what I believed.

And I thought someone like her would be perfect as the first monster to have a successful conversation.

…To be honest, since we’ve already communicated in her broken Japanese, I know she doesn’t hate me, so that’s also a consideration.

“Alright, let’s activate it. Granting everyone in the dungeon the Celestial language skill…”

Once I completed the input, the core shone brightly. I then felt as if ripples of knowledge spread throughout my mind, and gradually realized I had acquired the ability of the Celestial language.

The same must have happened to Ange. She stared into the void, trying to organize the flood of knowledge, gripping the reins of her reason.

Watching her, I eagerly awaited her first words in the new language, swallowing hard.

And then, the moment arrived. With an exaggerated gesture, Ange spread her arms and began to speak.

“God… God…”

Ange murmured. Due to the nature of the Celestial language, it felt as if there was a wind instrument’s sound mixed in.

Hearing her voice, I thought, “The first words have come!” But her voice was so faint that I couldn’t quite catch it, causing me to halt in my tracks. I strained my ears, waiting for her to speak again.

However, Ange continued to kneel, repeatedly murmuring, “God… God…”

“Did it fail?”

Jacqueline-san and I exchanged glances. We probably thought it sounded more like a cry than a language. Watching Ange repeat the same word made me feel like I was conducting some blasphemous human experiment. Of course, that wasn’t the case.

I tried to speak to Ange. But when I tried to read her expression through the gaps in her armor, it didn’t seem like she was struggling to speak.

Her expression wasn’t one of frustration at being unable to talk, but rather, it looked like she was savoring some profound happiness.

“Jacqueline-san, please wait a moment. It seems to be an emotional issue,” I said.

As I urged Jacqueline-san to be patient, Ange twisted her body multiple times, hugging herself and murmuring, “God…”. Then, as if something clicked, she suddenly regained her usual expression and posture, rising swiftly.

“My apologies. I, Angeline Spinett, servant of Creator-sama… Thanks to your divine favor,  Wito-sama I can speak without any issues.”

And then, Ange started speaking with a clear voice, reminiscent of bells with a soft undertone. I was astounded at her rapid transition to calmness.

“…It seemed like you couldn’t speak properly just now?” Jacqueline-san inquired.

Blushing, Ange replied, “In front of the Creator-sama, my vocabulary… tends to… break… down…”

“Wha-!?”

Jacqueline-san almost fell out of her wheelchair in surprise. It seems that the reaction is universal, even in another world.

“Ah, even if I live by the path of poetry, praising the mountains, rivers, and plants, I still haven’t found a way to express your magnificence, Lord Wit… God… ah… God…”

Ange struck a prayerful pose, her face flushed as she repeatedly murmured, “God…”. At this rate, she might melt into an amorphous creature.

“… It seems Ange doesn’t find much meaning in speaking the language after all.” 

Jacqueline-san looked on with cold eyes and dropped her shoulders.

“No, Ange is just nervous in front of her boss right now, isn’t she? Let’s give her some time to calm down.”

I quickly approached Ange. Anyone would be nervous speaking when surrounded by others.

“Ah, Creator-sama. I appreciate your consideration. However, as Jacqueline-sama mentioned, I am but a tool for the Creator. It is a privilege beyond measure for me to have an audience with you every day. Everyone here is delighted and more than willing to offer themselves to you, even if they don’t possess the means to converse.”

Angeline then struck a knightly pose, possibly recalling the knight stories I told her. Following Ange’s words, everyone nodded in agreement. I felt relieved, glad that it didn’t seem like they held any resentment towards me.

But I couldn’t ignore what she just said. I crouched down and placed my hand on Ange’s shoulder.

“Ange, every morning, I feel happy just seeing everyone’s faces, and it’s comforting knowing that everyone listens to what I have to say. But it’s not because you all are obedient tools. It’s because you all show different sides of yourselves and grow daily. That’s why spending DP on all of you is also for my sake.”

I asked, “Do you understand?” In response, Ange trembled and collapsed into me, clinging tightly. She looked up at me, her body shaking with emotion, her grip on my skin tightening.

And then Ange… whispered, “Wito-sama, God…” and collapsed.

… From then on, perhaps having seen Ange’s disarray, everyone else’s language acquisition ceremony proceeded without any significant incidents and concluded peacefully.