Chapter 172: In search of a name (1)

I've been resting for days, yet I am tired.

I couldn't get out of bed except for very brief walks around the bed, and I couldn't be alone with my son at all.

Not that it matters: everyone saw the barrier when he came to light. Now it's not even a novelty when he sends jolts to the people close to us while he's eating. When there is no skin contact between the two of us, though, he's not able to channel any magic. How could he, by the way? This little thing barely knows how to cry!

All he does is eat and sleep.

Since I can't wait for days before giving him a name, I've found one good enough.

I was considering Procius and Antipho at first, but my maids would shake their heads with too much conviction... I also like the name Ugo, but it's too short for a Prince. Augustinus, a longer version, reminds me of the Church.

«Sergius?»