Today at the peaceful Desmont villa in the west.

The Desmont family was gathered around a large table, their expressions more serious than ever, deep in discussion.

"Everyone has prepared their suggestions, right?"
"I’ve decided on just one name."
"Eeeek… I have two!"
"I’ve come up with one."

"Phew… This is nerve-wracking."

Darbav wore an expression more serious than when planning a subjugation operation.

The gravity of knowing that a single decision could impact someone’s life weighed on him, but there was also a quiet joy—anticipation of seeing a smile bloom on someone’s face because of his …