Gavi laughed softly, then reached out and gently squeezed his hand.
"Thank you, Morin. I can't give you my father, but I can offer you my best wishes for your happiness."
A golden light enveloped Morin's hand for a moment before disappearing.
It was the blessing of the Golden Dragons—a power said to bring happiness to those they sincerely wish it for.
"By the way, Morin," his mother said, his voice warm but direct, "didn't you and Malvis come here tonight because you had something important to discuss?"
His words nudged them forward.
Morin looked up at Malvis.
He seemed nervous, but not trembling.
Morin smiled and took his hand.
"It's okay. I'm here. Malvis… are you ready?"
"…Yeah. I'm ready."
Malvis's eyes burned with quiet determination.
He wasn't running away.
That alone made Morin deeply proud.
Together, they stepped forward and stood firmly before Morin's father and mother.
"Uncle Ignatius, Uncle Xinghui… We've come today with a request."
