"Still, I needed to think it over carefully."
Rayat sat upright and said expectantly, "Take your time."
"What do you think his name should be?"
Xuemya, who was reading, did not pause as she turned a page upon hearing her husband's thoughts. "How about Oserion?"
"Why that name?"
"I've seen that child. He has a strong talent for spellcasting, though it hasn't shown itself yet."
"Oserion means 'weaver of the threads of prophecy' in Secret Script. It also means 'truth.'"
"It seemed you thought highly of this child."
"I did. If possible, when he turns twelve, I wanted Kmelia to take him as her disciple."
"Then that shall be his name."
After they had finished discussing it, Velin looked up at Rayat and said, "Oserion. Oserion Ex."
"Oserion."
Rayat repeated the name, then thanked him. "Thank you, Uncle Velin."
"If possible, when he turns twelve, I wanted your aunt's younger sister to teach him. Would you agree?"
Rayat did not hesitate in the slightest. "I agree."
"Good. Then it is settled. Kmelia will come for him in twelve years."
Seven days later, after finishing the last bottle of Shining Wine, Velin bid them farewell as promised.
Under Brian's reluctant gaze, the honor guard of more than three hundred knights slowly departed Ridge Fortress.
"Father, what are your thoughts on reorganizing the troops?"
"You are now the Viscount of Ridge Territory, so you should not be asking for my opinion on such matters." Brian turned around, patted Rayat on the shoulder, and said, "Do everything according to your own ideas. If something goes wrong, I'll help you resolve it."
"Yes, Father."
At that moment, inside the carriage, Velin rested his head on Xuemya's lap, deep in thought.
Fate Guidance had given him key information about that lost Demiplane, but the search