"Cool!" Jason couldn't help but exclaim as he watched the scene. The smooth surface of the machinery, the Spell Magic Power structure at the joints, and the magical runes covering it... The construct's hands slowly extending—it's just so awesome!
Hearing this, Simon, who was examining his brand-new hands, looked up at Jason and smiled. "Thanks."
"You're wel—uh, you can speak our language?" Jason asked, realization dawning on him. Just moments ago, he couldn't understand what Simon was saying.
Simon nodded. "The information and knowledge I acquired included your language."
Hearing this, a look of envy crossed Juanlu's face. "That's great," he sighed.
He couldn't help but recall the ordeal of learning necessary languages under Lucilia's strict tutelage. Learning those strange tongues had been the most painful experience of his life. Among everyone on the ship, his aptitude for languages was only marginally better than Pororo's.
