The reactions outside had all been within Romon's expectations. The birth of a new god was destined to stir up a great storm.
Romon was sitting in his study by the window. Sunlight poured over him, making him seem extraordinarily tranquil.
He sat there alone in silence, thinking things over.
His divine senses had become exceptionally keen. Even while seated indoors, he still knew everything happening around the villa like the back of his hand.
The endless stream of nobles, and Eileen and the others receiving and seeing them off—all of it was "visible" to him.
"This can't go on for too long. It won't be a good thing." Romon stroked his chin and murmured to himself, "It seems I need to make a decision as soon as possible."
From the window of his study, he could see the open space before the villa. His son and daughter had just stepped down from a carriage and were walking toward the villa.
Alice had now become an Inner Circle elder of the Druid Guild. While handling various matters, she also had to study at the academy. Ruxiji, following at her side, appeared far more leisurely. Watching them enter the villa from upstairs, Romon wore an understanding smile.
"Perhaps it is time to let him formally inherit it," he said softly.
Though they were far away, he had heard the conversation between Ruxiji and Alice very clearly.
"You still have no awareness of being a lord. You actually want to shirk the responsibility of the territory—how can that do? You want to go out and gain experience? For the rest of your life, you can probably only think about it."
A faint smile appeared on Romon's face.
He had long harbored the thought of passing on his title. He had merely been