"Surya, you've worked hard." Laine, completely baffled, could only shift his attention to his wife for the moment. He took Surya's hand, deeply moved. "This is the fruit of our love."
"Laine, my husband." The Lady Knight was also delighted that she could bear a child for Laine. She spoke gently: "And don't get hung up on the child calling me 'Mother'. I, as the mother, don't mind at all—so why should you?"
"But…" Laine trailed off, wanting to say more.
"You hear that, my Champion? Your lady wife doesn't mind, yet you're still brooding over it." The Lake Fairy squeezed in between the two of them, cradling the child. The Goddess was in very high spirits today. She thought for a moment, decided to use Elf Language, then stretched out a slender jade-white finger and touched Devonhill's forehead.
"Child, at the very moment of your birth, the whole Charon Forest whispered your name—Devonhill!"
"We will…"
