Garion planted his hands on his hips and looked back and forth between Raviel and Aveline with a teasing grin.
"So then," he said, "Patriarch Raviel… Matriarch Aveline… Where do you two want to move?"
Both of them froze like someone had just asked them to pick a wedding venue.
Aveline blinked. "Uh… anywhere is possible, isn't it? We already have the [Origins]."
Raviel crossed his arms, brows furrowing. "Yeah. As long as the land can be altered, we're… free to choose."
Garion shrugged casually. "Exactly. I'll leave it to you two. Find a spot that suits you both."
Raviel rubbed his temple. "Choosing a place isn't simple. We need a location with good mana flow, defensible terrain, and a stable environment."
Garion cut in, waving a hand. "Don't overthink it. You've got [Origins]. You can literally reshape mountains."
Aveline sighed, massaging her forehead. "That's what makes it difficult… there are too many choices."
