"Not all nicknames have to follow that naming rule."
Ethan explained, it’s something that becomes a habit, like even though he hasn’t worked at the Reception Bureau for a long time, he still calls Ave ’boss.’ "I think the nickname ’boss’ suits your demeanor perfectly."
"I’ve been wanting to bring this up; we need to change how we address each other."
"Why? Isn’t it good?"
Lindong was a bit puzzled, she also often followed Ethan in calling like that.
"My aunt talked to me about this while we were in the capital." Ave said seriously, although Ethan often says ’I’m not a god,’ her aunt thinks it’s just modesty.
Having the Sun God call her boss is quite improper.
"Aunt said if she hears you calling me ’boss’ again, she’ll spank me at night."
Ave was seriously considering the safety of her behind.
Ethan really has no airs, which is unbearable for aristocrats who value etiquette.
The title of "Old Ai" was just a trigger; Ave is a serious person. She thinks it’s time to discuss the issue of titles within the organization. As she knows, some classy organizations have their core members own special titles, a tradition the Empire also continues.
For those who have made outstanding contributions to the Empire, the royal family will grant them titles.
"Like ’Lindong,’ this is her title, not her real name."
Ave shifted the topic to Lindong, "Miss Lindong excels in ice magic, so she was granted the corresponding title... By the way, we still don’t know your real name."
"I don’t have a name."
Lindong was initially puzzled, after racking her brains for a moment, she said, "Lindong, that’s my name."
From her time at the academy, people there called her that.
She thought it probably had something to do with freezing the examiners into popsicles during the entrance exam.
Lindong explained, "When I was young and living in the clan, adults called us beggars. After being cast out, no one called me like that."
She didn’t have much feeling towards the title "beggars," just disliked the eyes adults had while calling her that.
Ave’s little golden hair drooped, the discussion atmosphere suddenly grew heavy.
She adjusted her mood and looked at Ethan again, "As far as I know, you’re not satisfied with the two nicknames given by the Reception Bureau, right? This is an opportunity; the royal family can grant you any title you want. Aunt thinks ’Sun God’ is a good title."
The thought of people calling him "Sun God" in daily life gave Ethan goosebumps.
For those unaware who might overhear, they would definitely see him as some juvenile lost in unrealistic fantasies.
"I think you don’t completely understand the importance of a title. A good nickname not only must be catchy but should also bridge the gaps between people."
To prevent Ave from going further down the wrong path, Ethan felt he had to speak up.
After all, Ave is the Margaret Clan’s heir and holds considerable power in the new cabinet. Coupled with her personality, she can genuinely assign quirky titles to everyone on a whim.
"Like ’Old Sen,’ hearing it makes people feel close, same goes for ’Old Ai.’"
Saying this, Ethan and Little Octopus on the table exchanged a high-five, their rapport like old friends knowing each other for years. With that, he looked at Ave and said, "I believe this is what you truly need."
Unknowingly, night had fallen.
Ave returned to her room in a daze.
In terms of flawed reasoning, Ethan was even more troublesome than all the politicians she had encountered. The confidence built through recent diplomatic negotiations vanished after this meeting.
Ave even suspected Ethan might have used some magic, causing people to unwittingly fall into his conversation rhythm.
Electric Elemental Magic.
But soon, she dismissed the thought.
After all, before Ethan learned lightning elemental magic, he was already a master of nonsense.
"Bloop bloop, bloop bloop bloop!"
The sound of a shell disrupted Ave’s thoughts. The only person who would call at this time was one she was expecting. Her little golden hair on the head instantly shrank into her hair, adopting the ostrich strategy.
Ave stared at the phone for quite a while, nervously answering the call.
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The familiar voice came from the other end, "How’s the task I assigned to you progressing?"
Ave hesitated, "Sort of finished."
During their visit to the Western Continent, many changes occurred in the capital, one of which was the royal family hiring the Empire’s most famous mason to erect a statue of Ethan in Imperial City Square. Now it’s just waiting for the name to be inscribed on it.
"Good, the mason is waiting for news. His opinion on ’Sun God’?"
"He raised some... objections."
"Objections? What about alternative options? ’Sun King,’ ’Master of Radiance’?"
"’Old Sen,’ he insists on this one."
The other end fell silent for a long time.
Ave’s little heart pounded. She could imagine her aunt’s frustration wanting to pinch her bottom, "Also, my title has been decided..."
Knowing full well, perhaps Aunt didn’t want to hear this news.
"...’Little Golden Hair.’
Perfectly fitting Ethan’s description of catchy and friendly, Ave had already somewhat given up.
Moreover, strangely enough, she actually felt the title wasn’t bad.
Before Aunt’s call, she was reflecting whether she had been poisoned by Ethan.
Again, a deathly silence.
Aunt’s tone grew more serious as she directly used her name, "Are you some kind of small delinquent gang?"