“Hey, cool library.”0

In ancient times, there was a being with a name that humans couldn’t pronounce properly. Therefore, they named this being Pond of Memories.0

The actual pronunciation was ■■■■■. Just as humans didn’t consider the crickets’ inability to pronounce human names, ■■■■■ was also indifferent to humans calling him by his name since he hadn’t sat down to consider whether humans could pronounce it or not when he named himself. If he refined his name as much as possible, the pronunciation would be closer to Hamustra. That was what humans called the Pond of Memories.0

“Love the ambiance. Great book collection, too.”0

The person in front of him was different.0

“■■■■■, I’m happy to say that this is by far the best of all the libraries I have ever visited.” 0

This person freely used Draconic, the language of dragons. That alone was already amazing. No one had ever set foot in this library before this person either. Besides, the pond had always been a being of curiosity. He had a good reason to show some mercy and try to satisfy his small curiosity about the person before him.1

“Who are you?” the pond asked. 0

The person before him had a variety of smells. It was bizarre. They smelled like a dragon, but weren’t one. Hamustra could feel a tinge of a god’s presence in this person, but...1