Kapitel 757: The Naiad King

The water flowed around him. The open window was bringing in a breeze, as Eiro was seated on a chair. Two of his hands were busily carving away at some of this realm's wood, or the equivalent at least, while his two other hands were holding a book that he was casually flipping through. It was a book that he pulled into existence through Anura's knowledge magic; the memory of one of the other books that he read in the past.