Whenever it came to naming objects or even characters, I had no choice but to step in.
The author sucks. Believe it or not.
He named his main character Arthur… It's heroic, isn't it?
It's already good… But!
That's because he got it from a childhood story.
What about side characters, then?
There was even a time I couldn't forget him naming an innocent five-year-old child, Selena.
Now, you might think that Selena will be a femme fatale side character in the novel.
But, no!
She was really just innocent and didn't even last long in the novel to be the main character's character development.
Ridiculous!
If he even designed the five-year-old child in the first place as innocent and would be killed later on, he should have named her to be more pitiable so as to gain the empathy of the readers when she died.
Like, Shella?
It's much better, right?
Sigh, just thinking about it really is making me frustrated.
Thankfully, at this time, when the revelation of the wine that the God of War liked, I was already his editor.
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"Oh!" His eyes lit up, and he smiled. "You mean the Thousand Year Eden Wine?"
The Thousand Year Eden Wine. I named it as such for three reasons.
First, the age of the wine must be exaggerated so as to leave an impression to the reader that the quality must be high, resulting in the value of the wine skyrocketing.
Second, the word Eden is inspired by the known place called the Garden of Eden. It is intended to influence the readers into thinking that the ingredients, especially the fruits, are divine-like.
After all, the Garden of Eden is a place that was created by a God in other religions.
Of course, I was not trying to bring any religious content in the novel, but simply because I just extracted the concept about it and integrated it as my own.
There should be no harm to that, right?
Right?
Third and Lastly, it should be the favorite wine of the God of War. Hence, the wine should be of the utmost grandeur and divine-like name.
Since it couldn't be drawn to achieve it, then the author must rely on creating the name.
"Yes." I nodded with a smile. "I requested it from you a few days ago."
'A day after my transmigration.' I thought.
"It shouldn't be difficult for you to acquire it, right?"
Regulus smiled mysteriously, and he extended his arm again.
For now, his hammer grew big, and the handle was now leaning on the table.
Through the table glass, I could already see fissures on the pristine floor surrounding the head of the hammer.
I'm not surprised, especially how heavy it is.
Then, something caught my attention.
I noticed Regulus' left hand, which was extended on the left side, glowed a red hue.
Although I didn't have the blessings yet, I can still sense mana and even perceive it, depending on the user thickening their mana, like what Regulus is currently performing.
Then, there was a sudden object floating not far from him, and also radiating a red hue, as if it was being grabbed by the mana.
Such high concentration and level of mana control to even affect other objects from afar… As expected of Regulus.
One could never estimate the power of the Warlock.
Just describing it through text alone couldn't be compared to seeing it with one's own eyes.
I nodded in acknowledgment and soon got distracted by the object.
It was a jade-like gourd, two times the size of a cup.
When it finally landed on Regulus' grasp, I could say it was a perfect fit despite his monstrous hand.
"I have to trouble myself in the auction hall just to get this, you know." Regulus laughed as he scrutinized the exterior of the wine.
Then, he looked at me and said, "What do you need this for? And what's with the hurry?"
"Well, I'll just need it," I smirked, staring straight directly into his imperial scarlet eyes. "I absolutely need it."
For some reason, the gaze lasted long, but I didn't back off.
I knew that this should be the right action.
"You seem to have changed?"
Or not?
"Huh? What do you mean, father?" I tilted my head, and clear confusion painted on my face. "Is there something wrong with my face?"
My actions were genuine, leaving no doubts or flaws.
It should be the reason that he suddenly shook his head and said in a downcast tone, "Well, there's obviously a change after not seeing you for one year, three months, thirteen days, and thirteen hours."
What the?
"Is that so? You really must have missed me, father!"
Cringe!
He stared at me again with pitiable eyes, seemingly touched by my words.
I only have one thing to say…
Cringe!
Can I leave this place already?
I just wanted that wine, damn it!
"Can I get the wine now? And are you sure that there's nothing wrong?"
He fell into silence, pondered for a while, and nodded while slowly pushing the wine through his mana manipulation.
"Yes. There's nothing wrong."
I received the wine filled with relief.
For unknown reasons, I still have doubts, but I think I'm only overthinking it.
Just staring at his face, so pure and genuine, behaving like a real father in front of his son and daughter, already assured me that he didn't suspect a thing.
I mean, even if this world is set in a high-fantasy, though in the Victorian age yet focused heavily on mages and not in the mystery-like genre, the concept of reincarnation shouldn't exist.
Not even that stupid author thought of such an idea.
Even his MC is just a lucky bastard who received the system created by the God of the Sun.
"All right." I was snapped awake by his voice. "You should eat now. The food has gotten cold with that much talking."
"It couldn't be helped." I smiled at him with closed eyes, making it as sweet as possible, showing my teeth. "It's a reunion, after all."
After concluding their exchange of words, what followed next was a slow conversation accompanied by the clanging of glass.