Claude traced his index finger over the parchment, guiding Morion's eyes as he explained. "So, Morion, this is the alphabet humans usually use. It's different from ours, but you still need to learn it."
"One day, we might have to read secret documents from our enemies."
Morion sat on his lap, her small hands gripping the edge of the desk as she frowned in concentration.
Unlike the human alphabet, which was identical to what Claude had used back on Earth, the daemon script—Tinea Alphabet—was intricate, closer to kanji in complexity.
It was an absolute pain to learn, even for him. He and Theo had struggled with it as children.
Morion, on the other hand, had already mastered Tinea but had yet to grasp the human script.
With an exaggerated sigh, she slumped against Claude's chest. "Huff… This is tiring, Father! Why don't we fly to another small town or village and burn it to the ground again?"
