The Artist Who Paints Dungeon

Gio was good at everything.

"So I'm also a good cook."

"Except for swimming."

Giovanni shook his head politely but firmly at the Sun God's probing question. How could a two-legged human born to breathe only outside of water be good at swimming?

"Though I seem to be breathing underwater just fine right now..."

Was it because 'Giovanni' was already dead in this world, or because even though he was synchronizing, his essence was still a 'portrait'? Gio could breathe normally in the 'Breathing Sea' filled with water.

"Is this water itself made so that humans can breathe in it?"

"Indeed, it has become a special sea. I suppose this is another one of Aria's accomplishments."

Still, there was a sense of emptiness.