"Ah? Priest? Whose priest?" Phainon looked utterly baffled, blinking.
He instinctively looked around. The bonfire illuminated familiar and half-familiar faces—every Chrysos Heir present had weathered countless storms.
They had even wielded or fought against the authority of Titans, so how had the topic suddenly jumped to a job like becoming a priest?
"[Veil of Eternal Night], of course." Phainon's mother, a middle-aged woman whose eyes remained bright and sharp despite the fine lines at their corners, shot her son a reproachful look, as though scolding him for forgetting his roots.
She raised a hand to smooth down the hair tousled by the night breeze, speaking as if it were only natural.
"Have you forgotten which Titan protects Aedes Elysiae? It was [Veil of Eternal Night] who gave us this peaceful dreamland."
"Now that you and Cyrene have returned after finishing your studies, seen the vast world beyond, and even fought alongside Her, wouldn't becoming Her priests be perfectly fitting?"
"This is called carrying on the legacy, and it's also called returning home in glory." Her words carried both simple pride and practical planning.
"Oho~ Priests of [Veil of Eternal Night]."
The moment March 7th heard that, her ears perked up, and a smug gleam flashed in her pink eyes.
She immediately straightened her slender waist, cleared her throat, and struck a rather "dignified" pose.
Then she extended a fair hand and patted Cyrene on the shoulder—Cyrene was watching her with a gentle smile.
"I'm [Veil of Eternal Night] too, and the genuine article! Does that mean I can issue divine revelations to you now?" She tried to make her voice sound more "divine," but the corners of her mouth still curled upward.
"Of course you can~" Cyrene chuckled softly, her voice as pleasing as clear spring water falling onto stone.