"And now, you have killed the monster, and I have escaped from its stomach once again, barely avoiding digestion."
With that said, Baggsen sighed, shook his head, and took out a book.
The cover was made of some kind of thick brown leather, bound with straps of the same leather. The entire book was quite worn, as if it could fall apart into scraps of paper at any moment.
"Here you go—"
"What is this?"
Anvis took it, sensing a faint trace of alien magic within, seemingly a magic book.
"This is a magic diary I found in a cave in the wilderness of the island, the owner of the book was not in the cave.
As a descendant of the Olivendi Family, you probably don't care for ordinary things.
The self-created spells recorded in this book are very unique, and with your current strength, you should be able to master them. It should be of some value to you, consider it a personal gift from me."
