Arfrotian had his fair share of amusement, watching Ice Phoenix get so adorably flustered after her loud declaration. Her face was still burning red, and he couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight. She was truly something else—so powerful, yet so easily flustered when it came to such sentimental matters.

  With a teasing smirk, he casually said, “Oh, but if you don’t want to stay with me, then…”

  Before he could even finish his sentence, Ice Phoenix instantly panicked, her eyes widening in disbelief.

  “Master! Don’t PLAY WITH ME!” she nearly shouted, stomping her foot. “I already said it! AND I’M NOT GOING BACK ON MY WORDS!”

  Arfrotian simply laughed at her fiery response, knowing full well she wasn’t backing down. It was exactly what he wanted to hear—her conviction, her absolute devotion to him. There was something deeply satisfying in seeing her so determined, yet so flustered at the same time.

  Ice Phoenix, still pouting, passed the Eternal Frostheart back to him. As soon as it returned to Arfrotian’s embrace, something incredible happened—the divine spear radiated with a brilliant blue and white light, as if it had just been rejuvenated, pulsing with newfound energy.

  Ice Phoenix folded her arms and smirked. “See? Even this spear wants to be with you, Master. So we shouldn’t have any issue there, right?”

  Arfrotian chuckled, remembering the deeper truth behind the Eternal Frostheart. This divine spear wasn’t just a weapon—it carried a fragment of Eterna herself, sealed within. Holding it closer to his chest, he closed his eyes, trying to feel the pulse within the weapon, the essence of his wife.

  And then, as if responding to his will, he felt it—Eterna’s presence, her voice gently resonating within his mind:

  “Darling! Don’t worry, I’m always by your side. I’m not so easy to let go of, right?”

  Arfrotian laughed softly to himself. "Yeah, there's no way I'd ever let go of you, Eterna."

  Seeing Arfrotian suddenly laughing to himself, Ice Phoenix blinked in confusion. “What’s so funny?”

  He shook his head, dismissing it. “Nothing, nothing.”

  She pouted slightly but didn’t press further. As long as he was happy, she didn’t mind.

  Bestowing a Name

  Arfrotian’s gaze then turned back to Ice Phoenix, and this time, there was something serious in his eyes.

  “Huh… If you’re so determined, then I should do something, right?”

  Ice Phoenix tilted her head. “Something?”

  Arfrotian smirked. “Do you remember that time when I asked if you had a true name? Back then, you said that only your Master—the true wielder of the Eternal Frostheart—could bestow a name upon you.”

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  Ice Phoenix’s eyes widened as she recalled that moment. Back then, she had refused to name herself, for her identity was incomplete without the one destined to wield the Eternal Frostheart. And now, after all this time… it had finally happened, from the same man who has asked her about this in the first place, it felt like Fate written itself.

  Her face turned bright red again as she realized what was about to happen.

  “M-Master, please… bestow me a name.”

  Arfrotian’s smirk widened, savoring her adorably flustered state.

  “Huh? I could just keep calling you Ice Phoenix, but…” he trailed off deliberately.

  Ice Phoenix blinked in confusion. “But… what?”

  His smirk grew even more teasing. “See, while ‘Ice Phoenix’ itself is a beautiful name… I want to give you something more personal.”

  That one word—“personal”—made her entire face explode into an even deeper shade of red. She was certain she had never blushed this hard in her entire existence.

  Arfrotian leaned in slightly, finally breaking the silence.

  “Hmm, how about… Sweetheart?”

  Ice Phoenix’s mind went completely blank. It was as if her circuits had short-circuited from sheer overload.

  And then—

  “MASTER!!!” she screeched, covering her face with her hands.

  Arfrotian burst into laughter at her reaction, clearly enjoying himself.

  “Okay, okay! Enough with the jokes,” he finally said, still chuckling. “How about… Glacialix?”

  Ice Phoenix—no, Glacialix—felt her heart pound as she whispered the name softly to herself.

  “Glacialix…” she repeated, tasting the name on her lips. “‘Glacier,’ meaning snow, and ‘lix,’ derived from ‘Phoenix’… Master, this name is…”

  She paused, then smiled brightly, her eyes shining like the frozen stars above.

  “I love it, Master. From now on, this Glacialix shall serve you till eternity!”

  Arfrotian smirked. “I’m glad you liked it. Though… that’s not the only thing.”

  Glacialix tilted her head. “There’s more?”

  Arfrotian crossed his arms. “Glacialix, don’t pretend like you didn’t do anything back then.”

  She blinked. “What do you mean, Master?”

  He smirked knowingly. “What, you don’t think I remember how you tried to break through the barrier when I was in pain? You went all out, throwing every attack possible, just trying to reach me.”

  Glacialix’s breath hitched. She had nearly forgotten about that moment—how she had desperately attacked the unbreakable barrier surrounding him, how she had almost unleashed an attack so powerful it could have wiped out most of the Icy Omniverse… all just to get to him.

  Arfrotian’s voice softened. “Since you went to such lengths for me, first of all… thank you, Glacialix.”

  Her heart melted at his words. It wasn’t often that Arfrotian showed such direct gratitude, and hearing it from him made her feel something indescribable.

  Arfrotian continued. “And keeping that in mind… I’ve decided something for you. A title. A position, you could say.”

  Glacialix’s eyes widened. “A title?”

  Arfrotian nodded. “I don’t think a mere title can measure what you did for me, but… I hope it’ll be satisfactory.”

  Glacialix, still blushing, said softly, “Master, I only did what my heart told me to do…”

  Arfrotian smirked, then declared,

  “From now on, you are my RIGHT HAND. You are My ICE QUEEN.”

  Glacialix felt her breath catch in her throat. For a moment, she was frozen—not from ice, but from pure emotion. She never thought she could feel this way. To be given a name by him was already overwhelming… but to be called his Ice Queen?

  It was too much. It was perfect. It was everything.

  She took a deep breath, gathering her emotions, then finally said with a radiant smile,

  “Master, you are bestowing too much on me all at once… but… I truly accept this role to stand beside you… as your ICE QUEEN.”

  At that moment, a shift occurred in the grand cosmic chessboard. Arfrotian had officially secured his first queen.

  And the icy omniverse would never be the same again.