Leon's heart pounded in his chest, his body stiffening with fear.
"Is this just a misunderstanding?" he wondered, swallowing hard as he tried to steady his racing heart.
Coincidences were common in this world—there was no reason to panic.
"Leon? Why are you so quiet? Do you like the name I gave you?"
Zelda's concerned voice snapped him out of his thoughts.
"I'm fine," Leon replied softly. He turned to face Zelda and added, "I really like the name. Thank you, Queen Zelda."
Zelda let out a quiet sigh of relief. She had spent days thinking about the name Nolan, and in her eyes, it suited Leon perfectly.
After all, his original name meant "courage" in the Elven language, and the sacred name Nolan, meaning "protector," felt especially fitting.
With that, Zelda continued the ceremony without issue.
Since it wasn't a grand ritual that typically spanned several days, everything was completed within a few hours.
