Loki flipped through the Guild application documents beside her.
"Hmm, next up is one of our kids. His name is Liber Miller."
Besides the name, the documents also included basic information and a portrait.
"He made it to Level 2 in just over a month, and he's still underage. How about 'The Swift Boy'?"
"During the commotion, someone saw him flying around in the sky. What about 'The Flying Man'? It'd suit your Familia perfectly, Loki!"
"He's not a cute girl! Just pick something already."
Listening to everyone come up with all sorts of ridiculous names, veins bulged on Loki's forehead.
"Take this seriously, you bunch of idiots!"
Loki glared fiercely at the gods who had just been so lively.
The other gods avoided her gaze and lowered their voices.
"Why so mean? I came up with all kinds of fun names."
"By the way, is it true your new kid really ranked up to Level 2 in just over a month? That's insane."
"Yeah, yeah. Someone saw him make the things he'd bought suddenly disappear."
"Where did you find such an interesting newcomer? Tell us about him!"
Loki looked at the bastards probing into her kid's background, each of them wearing an ugly, leering grin.
She didn't want to brag too much in front of these people and pique their interest.
If they decided to stir up trouble out of malice just for a laugh, she'd be the one who suffered.
Whenever an adventurer ranked up, the gods discussed what title to give them, regardless of the level—whether they went from Level 1 to Level 2 or from Level 5 to Level 6.
Even if it was the same person ranking up multiple times, their title would be debated all over again.
Of course, whether to keep the original