"There's no need for that type of language."
His gloved hand gripped Josh's face. Josh struggled and tried to pull his arm away but it was to no avail, the progenitor's strength was immense, it was like an immovable object. Eventually, he gave up and stopped wriggling.
"Now, answer me, what's your name?"
"It's... Josh."
"I don't like it, your name will be Fuola from now on."
"What the he—"
Before he could argue against it, the progenitor pressed his hand against his mouth.
"Your name is Fuola, you will be a Duke."
With that, the second progenitor turned to Celeste.
"What's her name?"
"It's Celeste~"
"Not bad."
The progenitor slowly walked over. His footsteps pounded through the cave, echoing for everyone to hear. Step by step, his gait extruded confidence, it was like he had no fears in this world. His black cape lightly fluttered as he made his way toward her.
