Alec and everyone else stared at Sinon's naplate with an intrigued expression as the winged demi-human inscribed a title on the naplate for himself.
Once Sinon finished, the naplate in his hand dispersed to create a circle on the back of his hand, and another na appeared within one of the nurous projections hovering in the sky.
[The Ruler of Skies.]
He chuckled and shrugged his shoulders with a smile. If others can claim grand titles for themselves, why can't he? Zron tsked at the young man and shook his head. Back in his days, young people were not so utterly shaless. But the old dwarf's face turned deadpan when Susan also wrote down a strange title for himself.
[The elderly Emperor.]
Zron looked at the white-haired elder who grinned at the title as the naplate in his hand scattered in the air.
"So... you have also chosen to be shaless like the youngsters?"
Susan chuckled at his words.
"What's wrong with being shaless? It's fine to join the young ones occasionally to enjoy the mont. No need to be so old-fashioned all the ti."
Yon, who was about to jot down his na, stopped upon hearing Susan's words and also inscribed sothing different.
[The Divine Hamr.]
Zron rolled his eyes and shook his head with a sigh. In reality, he was sowhat tempted to join the Gladiator Arena just to craft a powerful title for himself. However, even though he could, he decided against it... It's not because he was scared; he simply didn't want to intensify the competition for the younger ones.
Alec peeked at Lara's naplate. She seed lost in thought, her brows furrowed in deep concentration. With a gentle smile, he brushed aside the strands of hair that had fallen on her face.
"Just write down whatever cos into your head. Don't bother with Sinon; he's a bit of a dimwit, you know. Feel free to put your na if you feel like it..."
Lara nodded, but her expression turned skeptical as she watched him write on his naplate. Only to notice him following Sinon's footsteps. She arched a brow as she read out loud what he had written.
"The Invincible Sword?"
Alec touched his nose with a grin.
"Doesn't it suit well?"
She shook her head and twirled the naplate between her fingers, humming softly.
"I thought you told to ignore Sinon... and here you are following his lead."
She pondered for a mont and swiftly penned a fitting title for herself. Alec read it and gave her a nod of approval before the naplate dispersed in the air, and a circle appeared on the back of her hand.
[The Archery Queen.]
Regius glanced at the couple next to him and clicked his tongue with a smile. They were engrossed in their own chat.
So, after scribbling a few words on his naplate, he swiftly showed it to Carcel before it disappeared.
"Hey, does this title suit well?"
Carcel, who was seated across from him with Mia, tilted his head back and glanced at the title written on the naplate that vanished in the air.
"The Regal Monarch?"
"Not bad... but a bit cringy."
Regius raised a brow.
"What? It's light-years ahead of what Sinon and Alec scribbled down! Co on, let's see what you ca up with. I bet it's even more cringeworthy than mine!"
He rose from his chair and leaned over Carcel to check his naplate. However, he couldn't hold back a chuckle when he saw that Carcel's naplate was blank, not a single word on it.
"So, you couldn't even think of a title? That's... haha, the most cringiest thing I have ever seen in my life."
Carcel pushed his face back with a grim expression. He knew he wasn't good at this, but there was no need to mock him. He just wanted to write his na, even though the others had chosen strange titles. But when even Mia picked a title for herself, he found himself unable to write his own na. How could he be left out when everyone else had decided to do sothing together?
Mia gave him a quick look and held back a smile. She pointed to the round circle on the back of her hand.
"I put down 'The Azure Mage' because I'm a mage and my eyes are blue. You can just pick a title related to your strengths."
Carcel gave a nod. His brows furrowed with a serious expression as he thought for a bit and then wrote down his title.
However, by the ti he finished, everyone around him was staring at his naplate, and they all burst into laughter when they read what he had written.
[Just a Spear Lord.]
Unbeknownst to them, a pair of blue eyes narrowed at them with strange emotions swirling within the glowing orbs. The old man in a cream-colored robe, seated before the rmaid statue, closed his eyes when his pupils started stinging. The people in similar robes around him all looked at him with concerned expressions. One of the older won questioned with an unreadable expression.
"What happened, old Hal? You have been focusing on a particular group of people for a while. Have you seen sothing special in them?"
The old man, called Harold, but known as old Hal by others, rubbed his closed eyes.
"Their fates are intertwined... but soone or sothing in their lives is hindering from discerning what is truly inscribed in their fates. This is the first instance where my ability is faltering."
He blinked a few tis and looked at the man with golden pupils. The young man eyes were stunning, with golden threads swirling within them.
"I suspect they are all connected to the young man who proclaid himself as the Overlord of the Sea, as his fate is also sowhat vague."
The woman's lips turned upwards. Her smile seed innocent and kind, but her eyes hinted at a touch of disdain.
"Who cares? Just picking fancy titles doesn't make them important. They need to prove they are as good as they say they are. Anyway, we will find out if they have got what it takes once the battles kicks off."
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