CHAPTER 18: CHAPTER 18: BLACK BUTLER

Ethan observed the sudden appearance of the satellite.

Without a doubt, this satellite was a product of the ’True God’s Name’, belonging to it and carrying its power and authority.

Ethan thought about his previous idea, that a true name could be bestowed.

If he were to grant this satellite to someone.

For example, Anya, what would happen?

"Anya." Ethan called out toward the door.

He knew Anya was just outside.

This almost machine-like girl had now become an inseparable shadow.

Thinking this, Ethan felt inexplicably at ease.

Sure enough, the next moment, the door opened, and Anya walked in silently, standing at the bathroom door, awaiting his next command.

After those harrowing two days and nights, the girl’s attitude towards Ethan was no longer what it initially was.

Initially, she was following Alberto’s orders, looking at Ethan with the eyes of a task: outwardly respectful, but empty inside.

It’s different now, she looks at Ethan with genuine respect and trust, just like how she once looked at Alberto.

Ethan stood up directly from the bathtub.

Anya’s long eyelashes fluttered slightly, but she didn’t avoid his gaze, only dropping her eyes a little, handing him a towel with a deft motion.

"Sorry," Ethan apologized, realizing he had been lost in thought and forgotten this detail. He quickly wrapped the towel around himself and said to Anya, "Come here."

The words undoubtedly made Anya’s breath quicken for a moment, but she complied.

However, what she had imagined did not happen; Ethan simply placed his hand on her head and spoke in an incredibly solemn manner: "Anya, I now bestow upon you the name of Bolita as the head of the Bolita Clan. From now on, are you willing to live and die with the family and dedicate your all for the family’s name?"

Anya, an orphan without a formal name, was given the nickname Anya by Alberto, said to be the name of Ethan’s mother’s favorite opera singer.

Anya completely didn’t expect things to unfold this way; she was utterly stunned, letting the water from Ethan’s hand trickle down her silver hair.

Many years later, Anya would still recall this scene.

In the bathroom, the man wearing only a towel, touching her head, granted her a true name.

It was an absurd situation at first glance, yet inexplicably sacred, like a religious image in an oil painting.

"I... am willing."

Anya bowed her head, intending to kiss Ethan’s left-hand insignia.

But Ethan stopped her, merely patting her head lightly three times.

Then, the purple satellite in front of him descended into Anya’s body under his control.

The next moment.

Anya felt her entire body tremble as an indescribable thrill spread through every nerve.

Her blood surged rapidly, she sensed her heart shivering continuously, countless fragmented images rushing through her mind.

She felt light and airy, like a feather, or as if drunk, intoxicated, collapsing instantly.

Thankfully, Ethan caught her.

He carried her to the bed, holding her hand and gazing at her.

After a while, her long lashes fluttered, and slowly she opened her eyes again.

"Master, what happened to me?"

"What did you see?" Ethan simply asked.

"What did I see?" Anya’s eyes widened, then suddenly her gaze turned strange and cold, as did her voice.

"I saw my name."

"What is your name?"

"I can’t clearly see it."

Cannot see it clearly?

Ethan narrowed his eyes.

Actually, since Anya collapsed intoxicated, his vision had also changed.

He could feel a deep purple force tightly connecting to Anya, which he could control, and it seemed to offer feedback.

Anya was like a true satellite orbiting him.

Not seeing clearly, because he had not yet bestowed the true name?

Which meant Anya had not received his name, the Instigator and Protector of Violence.

She needed a subordinate name.

Since he was the Instigator and Protector of Violence, Anya would be the Practitioner of Violence?

No, the rank of practitioner seemed too low, what’s the difference from being a user of violence?

Better call her the Believer and Master of Violence.

The next instant, Ethan felt his ’True God’s Name’ tremble, then, like ripples, it transmitted to Anya.

Anya’s pupils changed once more, then she slowly said: "I see it clearly, Master, my true name is..."

She uttered a word Ethan couldn’t understand, extremely complex, even more obscure than the words she previously spoke, bandit and leader.

"What?"

"My true name is... Butler, the Black Butler," Anya finally said.

Black Butler?

Not the original intention of the true name, what is going on?

"How do you know, do you understand the language you just spoke?"

"No, I don’t, I just knew." Anya shook her head.

Very strange, another mystery to be unraveled.

Nonetheless, Ethan had made a significant step on the path of true names, creating a new true name.

Without a doubt.

"I shall tell thee thy name, thy true name shall be Believer and Master of Violence."

As Ethan spoke, Anya’s pupils changed slightly again, afterward, she bowed her head, saying: "Master, I understand."

The next moment, Ethan surprisingly felt the aura around her intensifying, even some excess power returned to his body, making his ’True God’s Name’ grow stronger.

Was this... an epiphany?

Ethan was somewhat surprised.

No wonder Alberto said Anya had a high chance of becoming a bearer of a true name, her talent seemed frighteningly high.

After a while, Anya climbed out of bed, her expression becoming very solemn, grabbing Ethan’s hand to kiss his ring.

Ethan stopped her again, shaking his head and saying: "No, Anya, there’s no need for that. We are already family, aren’t we? Family doesn’t need allegiance, just mutual support and watching over each other. So just see it as my love for you."

Hearing the word love, Anya’s eyelashes fluttered once, she nodded, saying: "Understood, Master, you rest early. I... I’d like to take a bath first."

For some reason, she gently bit her lip when she said this.

"Go ahead, no need to guard me tonight, have a restful sleep, goodnight."

"Goodnight."