"Picking a name again?"
Looking at the string of question marks on his status panel, Noah rubbed his head helplessly.
Noah had never been good at naming things. Otherwise, there would not have been names like "Dragonborn" and "Neltharion," and he would not have nearly run into a naming conflict in the previous universe.
Now that he needed another name, Noah had a headache. For the moment, he had not figured out a suitable name for his "angel avatar."
"I can't exactly call him Michael, can I?" Noah grumbled as he flew through the sky. "Could I call him Tyrael? No, that guy turned into a black dude. I can't handle that."
After thinking for a long time without coming up with anything, Noah's casual flight caught the attention of the Ministries of Magic in several countries along his route.
The Ministries of Magic were thrown into chaos again. Noah was flying brazenly through the sky without concealing himself in the slightest, forcing them to help cover up his tracks.
By the time Noah realized it, he felt especially embarrassed. After offering his sincere thanks, he simply teleported back to the London Sanctum, finally putting the matter to rest.
After returning to London, Noah looked at the sky. It was only afternoon. After thinking for a moment, he smiled.
The next instant, Noah entered the Mirror space, and the scene before him changed at the same time. A woman appeared before him, her head lowered as she handled documents.
She wore a black mage's robe and gold-rimmed glasses. Under her control, a quill pen was writing something across the paper.
Her focused appearance made Noah's heart ache a little. But just as he was about to reveal himself, someone knocked on Hermione's office door.
Noah immediately abandoned the idea of