He reached out his hand to Idenna.
"Although we don't know each other well yet, whether through the Matriarch or through Azephala, we're practically related. We're all family. My name is Lynn. Please look after me!"
After all, her older sister was his, and her younger sister was his, so there was no question that she was his too.
That certainly needed no explanation whatsoever.
And more importantly.
He liked clever people. Clever people needed no beating around the bush; a single sentence could make their current positions clear.
Idenna clearly understood this too. She smiled and extended her hand.
"My name is Idenna. I met you over two thousand years ago. Please look after me, Lynn."
Their hands clasped.
Azephala, who had only just caught on, immediately panicked. Why had he made the decision for her right in front of her god? And what did he mean by being practically related? He made it sound as though she had some illicit relationship with this Lin-Surnamed Creature. She had absolutely no desire to form any unspeakable relationship with a shameless being who had a depraved collecting habit and liked giving people names like "Miss So-and-so."
"Lynn! You..."
Flustered and furious, she tried to stop him.
But Idenna merely looked at her with a smile and said softly:
"Don't you want to be my younger sister, little Aze?"
The words Azephala had been about to say caught in her throat. She opened her mouth, then lowered her head, her heart racing, and said:
"Of course I do! My god, it's just... just..."
Idenna said softly:
"Then why haven't you started calling me that?"
Azephala bit her lip, wanting to resist, but finally bowed her head and said:
"O-older sister..."
She shot a fierce glare at Lynn beside her.
Clearly, for a