"Amon Lancaster? That name...tsk..."
Byron felt a bit of a toothache.
Even though he had a million criticisms for the Radiant Queen's talent for naming, he had already vetoed a Horus earlier, and rejecting another Amon would make him seem overly paranoid.
After thinking about it, he felt that as long as he carefully guarded his [Deceit] Authority and ensured that things like glasses didn't appear near his eldest son, it should be fine.
The Radiant Queen didn't notice the unusual expression on Byron's face.
Lying on his chest, after enthusiastically planning the future of their son Amon and the Desert Empire, she waved her delicate hand, and a brilliant cluster of multicolored light appeared in front of them.
Behold, a heap of divine roles of immeasurable value.
"I forgot to tell you, I've also prepared gifts for Her Majesty the two Queens and Lady Heather."
Her elegant, white fingers touched each one, introducing:
