"Oh, that's quite a claim..." Lairin let out a few dry coughs of laughter. "I'm afraid it won't be that simple."
Kovishik tilted his head slightly, looking at Lairin with greater caution. "I know these farms well. Tell me, what happened?"
Lairin kept smiling. "That won't be necessary—"
"I heard outside just now that this was about renaming the farm," Kovishik said, turning to Hesta. "Is it because these Shelter Dwellers dislike the new name you chose for this place?"
Hesta walked over to the table, pulled out a chair at random, and sat down. "Lairin should explain it. I wasn't the one who chose the name."
Kovishik's gaze swept back to Lairin.
"...You guessed right." Lairin frowned. "They don't like working on a farm called 'Two Women.' They feel the name makes it hard for them to hold their heads up—"
"Are you the other woman in the name?" Kovishik cautiously interrupted. He needed to understand this person's relationship with Hesta before deciding what attitude to take with her.
"The 'other' woman?" Lairin looked puzzled. "Yes, I'm one of the 'two women,' but what do you mean by calling me the 'other' one?"
"'Two Women' refers to Lairin and her sister," Hesta explained from the side. "It's their farm."
Kovishik froze for a moment. "...It isn't yours?"
"Of course not." Hesta gave Kovishik a baffled look. "They're my friends. They kindly invited me here when they saw I couldn't find anywhere spacious to live in Emangria... Otherwise, I'd still be looking for a place."
Kovishik felt his heart suddenly jolt. "...Why didn't you tell me sooner?!"
"This is the current situation," Lairin continued. "They can accept calling this place 'Lairin Farm,' 'Elie Farm,' 'Lairin and Elie's Farm,' or even 'Sisters' Farm,' but it absolutely cannot be called 'Two Women