Splish—
Splish—
The sound of splashing water came from the bathroom.
Along with it, the light-hearted, indistinct humming of the Golden Elf drifted out.
It was a song most beloved by the wandering poets of the Elven Clan on the Lost Island.
The song depicted a beautiful epic tale—a young Elven girl persecuted by her family, forced to leave her home and wander alone, who, in an ancient forest, encounters a prince from the Royal Court. They face many trials, fall in love, endure separations and hardships, but ultimately marry joyfully and return home in triumph.
Since hearing Shiayar's response, Hathaway had been in a rather good mood lately.
For an entire week, she busied herself preparing for the return to the Lost Island.
Just the copying of the basic Spell Primer alone had reached hundreds of volumes.
Most of them were low-tier spells like "Wind Blade," "Wizard's Hand," "Flash Technique," "Ice Crystal Spike," and the like.
