653 BC, the Americas, at the foot of Mount Ebott.
Pen in hand, Carlret was compiling a book on magic.
A powerful goat-shaped monster, he generally disliked mingling with others. All he enjoyed was burying himself in magical research in his wooden cabin.
Just then, he suddenly felt someone watching him.
He looked out the window and saw a pair of bright, wide eyes peering curiously inside.
It was a little human girl from a nearby Native American tribe.
Having lived in the area for years, Carlret naturally knew the languages of the local tribes.
He walked over to the window. "Little girl, could you please leave? I'm compiling a book, and you'll disturb me."
To his surprise, the girl was unhappy with his request. She insisted on staying and even climbed straight through the window.
"Oh, you really..." Carlret sighed. He was no good at turning people away. "Since you want to stay, go ahead. Just don't disturb me while I'm writing."
The little girl ran to the bookshelf and took down a book, only to discover that she couldn't read the words.
She ran over to Carlret with the book. "Read it to me."
Carlret looked at her helplessly. "All right, then. But you have to leave once we're finished."
He then translated Introduction to Magic, which was written in Sanskrit, into the tribe's language and taught it to the little girl.
The book was useless to humans. Ever since they had become beings of flesh and blood, they had been unable to learn magic.
Carlret therefore hadn't expected the girl to understand it.
He had assumed she would grow bored and leave once he started explaining. Instead, she became interested and listened for three solid hours. By the time he finally finished the thick book, his mouth