After leaving the Fortress Grand Hall, Velen walked quietly, deep in thought about recent events.
"Hmm?"
He paused as he noticed someone appear beside him.
"Need something?"
It was a little girl, quietly munching on a lollipop. She had somehow snuck up next to him without making a sound.
Velen smiled and affectionately patted her on the head.
"Right, from today onward, your name is Eteen!"
He declared it with confidence, having thought it through—he felt the name matched her unique identity.
But the girl looked up at him with serious eyes.
"Master, can I make a small request?"
"I'd rather not be called Eteen. Can you call me Etenny instead?"
"…Hmm?" Velen blinked. "Why Etenny?"
"What's wrong with Eteen? It means you're number one! Isn't that a great name?"
The girl's eyes widened in horror.
Number one?! That's practically asking to be targeted!
