In that gaze, calculation and performance persisted, but were forcefully pushed out by an irrepressible heat.
Using a surname for naming, this idea echoed repeatedly in his mind.
If Louis's words were true, in the future in port taverns, voyage ledgers, and even academy textbooks, people would casually mention Fernando when discussing those "monsters that don't rely on the wind".
Orland's breath became rapid, instinctively puffing out his chest, as if already standing on the imagined shipyard, watching workers and apprentices look up waiting for his command.
"...Use my name." He seemed to be savoring the weight of this title itself.
Orland said nothing more, just slowly nodded his head.
The action seemed somewhat dazed, as if the whole person was still lingering in the instant the name was spoken out, the consciousness had already agreed first, but the rationality hadn't caught up yet.
