Romon's study was decorated with elegant simplicity. It was afternoon, and outside, the breeze was gentle, the leaves softly swaying. If one could sit quietly in the study and read for a while at such a time, what a pleasure that would be.
"By the way, Romon, your two children aren't that young anymore. Have you thought about which profession they should pursue..." Nick said in the study. "Alice is nine this year, and Ruxiji is eight, right? It's time they found a direction for their futures."
"They're still children. Isn't it a little early to be thinking about that?" Romon paused, rubbed his brow, and sighed.
Fafier said nothing, merely listened.
"My lord, you're different from me. I'm only a Lord; whether my children have professions or not doesn't matter much. But you're different. You are the lord of Tatshaw Territory, and your children's upbringing is very important. It determines the stability of the territory."
"Of course, Knight, mage, or Druid, any of those would do. But they must achieve something in one field. If the Count of Tatshaw had already passed down through three generations, it wouldn't matter. But the second generation must accomplish something to hold onto the family estate."
"...You're right. That is indeed the case." Romon paced back and forth across the floor several times, then said to Nick, "Those two children... it really is time for them to learn something. How about this? After some time, I'll test them and see which professions they are suited for."
If ascension to godhood was not taken into account, then indeed, under such circumstances, the second generation had to be professionals capable of holding the territory.
"It would be best if they possessed the Druid profession. After all, they are the future heirs to your territory!" Nick