Charlotte opened her eyes, dazed.
"…Licht…?"
"You nearly got yourself killed," he muttered, standing up.
"Next time, don't jump into divine technique without a proper leash on your desires ."
"What is it?" she asked, glancing at Licht.
"It's a guardian soul," he said. " It's bound to me through pact, and it exists solely to protect."
"Does it… have a name?"
Licht frowned slightly. "It needs no name. It exists to guard. That is its purpose ."
Charlotte narrowed her eyes.
"That's not true. Everything that exists has a purpose, and a name gives that purpose meaning."
Without waiting for his reply, she slowly reached out.
The dragon didn't flinch and allowed her fingers to brush against its scaled face, crackling softly like static.
She smiled gently.
"Tilly," said Charlotte, her voice soft and warm. "That's your name now."
Licht stared, almost incredulous.
"Tilly…?"
Charlotte nodded, still petting the dragon's head.
