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Two days have passed since the day many people received the divine protection of Ratatoskr, Ophelia, and Daeva in the small citadel, and now Ervas, Veronica, and their 'family' had gathered in the small castle to talk about something important.
"Ervas, Veronica, we can't keep calling this a 'city' or a 'village'… give it a name!" said Ismene, the chief of the squirrel-kin.
"A name…? But shouldn't that be decided by you, Mysticia, Riaan, and Pekoran? You four are the chiefs of the four tribes that had come together" said Ervas.
"But you and Veronica were the ones that unified us!" said Riaan.
"Right…" muttered Ervas.
"That's right, my lord, my lady… we had already established as more than a simple village, even if we are planning on moving to the demon continents one day, we can still carry the name of our new nation," said Mysticia.
"I guess you're right… we never gave it a thought" said Veronica.
