Yet Another Clichéd Naming Session

"You're a believer of the Goddess Church?"

"You've also received the Goddess's blessing?"

The companions were astonished, never expecting Musen to have such a background.

The Goddess Church was the only orthodox faith of the Goddess in the mortal realm, its status utterly unshakable.

The Goddess's blessing could be innate—like Xia Lun, who was born with her power, though it only manifested as he grew older.

Among the Goddess Church's most devout followers, some could earn her grace, hearing her voice and receiving blessings later in life.

Musen was one such person.

The blessing Musen received was the ability to control his desires, and he had always kept them suppressed at a very low level.

Thus, no matter who he faced, Musen appeared gentle and amiable. Despite his intimidating appearance, everyone easily warmed up to the big guy.

"I always thought the Goddess Church was full of cute nuns… never imagined someone like you would be part of it," Liyana remarked in surprise.

"Give it a rest. The Goddess isn't a lesbian like you," Moke teased. "The Church has plenty of priests too."

"Though, it's true that female believers are more common, and they're also more likely to receive the Goddess's blessings," Musen admitted, rubbing his bald head. "Being granted her blessing… I consider myself incredibly fortunate."

Liyana suddenly grew curious again. "Wait… Musen, before you got the blessing to control your desires… how did you manage?"

She was eager to know, as she often made mistakes because of women.

"Uh… before that, I wasn’t really interested in women either," Musen said hesitantly, as if reluctant to discuss his past. But eventually, he confessed, "Liyana, you and I… we’re the same kind."

"Huh?" Liyana blinked, staring at Musen’s burly muscles before her eyes widened in realization. She blurted out, "You used to be gay?"

Musen chuckled awkwardly.

Hearing this, Moke instinctively took a step back.

"You’re so cute, I doubt Musen would ever think of making a move on you… Oh wait, if he sees you as a boy, then you might actually be his type—" Liyana smacked her fist into her palm, as if she’d just pieced it together.

"Hey, you perverted elf, is that all you ever think about?" Moke glared at her irritably.

Ignoring his jab, Liyana turned her gaze toward Xia Lun, who was walking at the front.

"In that case, Xia Lun, you’re probably the most at risk in our team!"

Her mischievous eyes trailed slowly from the nape of Xia Lun’s neck down his spine, lingering somewhere below his waist…

A scandalous mental image formed in her mind.

A figure in a black robe stepped in front of Xia Lun, blocking Liyana’s view and cutting off her wild imagination.

"Stop with the nonsense. I trust Musen’s character," Xia Lun said calmly. "Just like you, Liyana—would you dare to have any improper thoughts about Aina?"

Liyana gulped as she stared at the mage lady’s dark silhouette.

Aina snorted coldly. "Try it and die."

Liyana wisely averted her gaze.

The mage lady was as unapproachable as ever… except to Xia Lun.

"Miss Liyana… there’s no need to worry about Captain Xia Lun. I currently have no desires of that nature," Musen defended himself before glancing at Moke. "And even before joining the Church, I never had any romantic experiences, nor did I ever… pursue young boys."

"I… I don’t actually doubt you. It’s just surprising to hear, that’s all," Moke coughed lightly, inching slightly closer to Musen again.

Liyana frowned deeply.

Why did it feel like… not a single person in their team was normal?

Was Xia Lun normal?

Hardly. The man’s sincerity was no joke—since childhood, Liyana had never heard him tell a single lie.

Those blunt remarks even Aina couldn’t counter? Definitely not something a normal person could pull off… though Liyana herself could handle them.

Without her around, Xia Lun would probably steal the hearts of countless girls without even realizing it.

Setting Xia Lun aside, the rest of the team—herself included—would be considered outrageous oddballs in any other group.

How they all ended up together was a mystery…

"Speaking of which," Liyana’s thoughts drifted again, "shouldn’t our team have a name by now? We’ve got enough members."

Back when they were fewer, naming the team hadn’t seemed necessary—it was too small.

But with Musen joining, their group had taken shape, meeting the minimum requirement to register as an adventurer team with the guild.

"A team name? Let Xia Lun decide. He’s the captain," Moke said casually, hands behind his head as he walked with an easy stride.

"You guys figure it out. I’ll pass," Moke added, indifferent to the matter.

"Same here. I’m the newest member, after all," Musen raised his hand, signaling his neutrality.

"Whatever," Aina replied tersely.

"A name, huh?" Xia Lun furrowed his brow, deep in thought. A good team name was important—for some adventurers, it was a matter of pride and honor worth defending with their lives.

"How about… ‘Justice Allies’? What do you think?" Xia Lun suggested seriously.

Liyana burst into uncontrollable laughter, while Moke and Musen exchanged incredulous looks.

Aina’s petite frame trembled slightly beneath her black robe—whether from anger or something else was unclear.

If people found out the Demon King was a member of the "Justice Allies"… the irony would be too much.

"I almost forgot… Xia Lun is terrible at naming things… hahaha!" Liyana wheezed between laughs.

"No good?" Xia Lun seemed unwilling to give up.

"It sounds like something a ten-year-old—no, a five-year-old—would come up with," Moke retorted bluntly.

"People would definitely laugh at us, Captain Xia Lun," Musen said, rubbing his temples.

"Absolutely not!" Aina’s four-word refusal was firm.

"Alright… any ideas, then? I’m really not good at this," Xia Lun turned to Aina.

Moke and Musen had abstained, and Liyana would only suggest something ridiculous, so Aina was their only hope.

Aina looked at Xia Lun, his bright, sunlit smile flashing in her mind.

"…Dawn’s Wings. How about that?" Aina murmured softly.

"Sounds great… what do you all think?" Xia Lun glanced at the others.

"If it's a name chosen by the Mage Lady, of course I have no objections," Liyana declared.

"Far better than Captain Xia Lun's suggestion," Moke and Musen sighed in relief.

Xia Lun nodded in agreement.

"Then from this moment onward, we shall be known as the Wings of Dawn!"

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