Water from the huge lake rose into the air as dozens of gigantic water droplets, looking like translucent beads. At the same time, an earth-made giant scattered back into the ground, and the surrounding area began to change.

This was a foolish thing to do. Any kind of construction work could not be finished in such a short amount of time. It was safe to say that construction work was similar to a war of attrition.

In a situation where everything was not yet prepared, Davey was already being efficient by utilizing the power of intermediate-level spirits and not the power of a Spirit King. However, based on his own judgment, moving the lake water and changing its terrain would give them a huge drawback if they chose to use an ordinary spirit’s power.

“At this rate, everything should be done in a month.”

—Summoning Spirit Kings and forcing them to do hard labor is unheard of. To think that you’re actually making it happen.

Speaking gently, Perserque handed Davey a bottle of mana potion with practiced ease. It had become a natural thing...