Chapter 48: Coming Up with a Name Is Hard

At exactly 8:00 AM on May 27, the Guillotine blade fell.

This day began with three heads rolling to the ground.

The rewards were three insignificant little items.

What Raphael looked forward to was the random reward triggered by the Guillotine:

[The Guillotine drinks blood, Prison Riot Index decreases by 0.1*3]

[Current Prison Riot Index: 19.4]

[The Guillotine triggers random execution reward. Detected cumulative reward count: 3. Merge into high-quality random reward?]

“Merge.”

Raphael wanted to see what good stuff the high-quality random reward could yield.

[Reward merging, generating reward—]

[Compiling shaders…]

“Huh? Compiling what?”

[High-quality reward distributed: Young Dragon’s Milk Teeth*10]

“Young Dragon’s Milk Teeth…”

Raphael carefully recalled the game content.

“Isn’t this a strengthening material!”

Young Dragon’s Milk Teeth.

Dragonkind shed their teeth every twelve years until the age of 120.

Among them, two fangs are filled with immense magic power, and the mystery of Dragonkind is contained within them, not easily dissipated. Those two fangs are called Young Dragon’s Milk Teeth.

Human craftsmen discovered that by grinding these teeth into powder and mixing them with refined iron in a certain ratio, the resulting Dragon Steel is extremely powerful.

High toughness, not easily bent or worn, and it doesn’t rust.

However, Dragonkind themselves have low reproductive capacity. Even in their most prosperous era, Young Dragon’s Milk Teeth were an extremely rare material.

Let alone now.

Raphael remembered that the Lancaster family had a sword forged from Dragon Steel: Proof of Hero Feodona.

Emperor Alcis II, to commend Feodona’s achievements, gathered skilled craftsmen from across the empire and spent months forging a sword, naming it after Feodona.

It was said that this sword used a full two Young Dragon’s Milk Teeth.

Now, the system had rewarded 10 teeth. If used sparingly, maybe he could forge one for each member of the Mixed-blood Troop!

“Speaking of the Mixed-blood Troop…”

Calling it that all the time was a bit troublesome.

Raphael thought, why not give it a formal name?

Beside him, Safitiya was drowsy.

She had practically stayed up all night to sort out the prison’s recent financial situation.

She had just lain down on the desk for two hours when Raphael called her to escort prisoners from Death Row.

Now the death row inmates were executed, and the financial data was compiled. She rubbed her tired eyes and yawned deeply.

“Finally, I can rest~”

“Rest?” Raphael questioned. “You just started work and you’re already thinking about rest. If you can do it, do it. If not, get out.”

“If you don’t do it, there are plenty who will!”

“I gave you this opportunity not so you could live a nine-to-five life.”

“Look at Estina. She’s more experienced than you and works longer hours. If you don’t work hard, how can you compare to her?”

…

“Ugh—!”

After that flurry of hits, Safitiya nearly spat blood.

But as they say, a slap and then a sweet date. Raphael knew that this type of tsundere beauty responded best to first suppressing and then praising.

“Hmm, but I have to say, your abilities are excellent.” Raphael rubbed his nose.

“Eh?!” Safitiya jolted at his words, her drowsiness instantly gone.

“You know, I rarely use the word ‘excellent’ to describe someone.”

“And you happen to be one of them.”

“Then what about just now…” Safitiya tugged at her sleeve and murmured.

“This is all for your own good.”

“Think about it—if you don’t work hard and meet your targets, what will happen?”

“What about your dreams? What about your life?”

Hearing this, Safitiya seemed thoughtful, her dark red pupils shifting between the surrounding buildings.

Her fair fingers pinched her wrist, and a blush spread across her slender hand.

“Well… I guess that makes sense.”

[Ding—!]

[Detected increase in Safitiya’s Loyalty!]

[Individual: Safitiya]

[Position: Warden’s Assistant]

[Loyalty: 5]

[Loyalty Change: 1→5]

“You understand my good intentions now, Safitiya?”

“Good intentions and all that, um…”

Safitiya blushed, her fingers tightening involuntarily, her whole hand turning rosy.

“That’s a bit too exaggerated, isn’t it?”

“No, my recognition of your abilities comes from the bottom of my heart.” Raphael said seriously.

Guh!

A flush spread from her cheeks to her neck and ears. Under the morning light, her ears turned a translucent red.

Her breathing grew more ragged and fragmented with the flutter of her red hair. Her brows were tightly knit, and after a long time, she squeezed out a broken whisper from her choked nose.

“I’ll do it, I’ll do it… just stop talking!”

Seeing Safitiya’s coy and shy demeanor, Raphael nodded in satisfaction. Yeah, that’s the right flavor!

“Oh, right,” Raphael suddenly remembered the important matter, “I’m planning to give the Mixed-blood Troop a formal name. Help me brainstorm.”

“A name… huh?”

A formal name… Safitiya quickly digested that embarrassment and pondered what kind of name would suit such a unit.

A catchy name was very useful.

If Hero Feodona’s army hadn’t been called the Savior Army but instead the Feo Family Army… well, it probably wouldn’t have been so widely praised.

As she was thinking, Raphael slowly spoke.

“Our unit has a lot of Half-Orcs.”

Half-Orcs? Safitiya recalled yesterday’s scene—that seemed to be true.

Name it with Half-Orcs as the core?

Even though she was a Half-Demon, based on the principle of majority rule, that would be acceptable.

“These Half-Orcs all have ears and tails.”

I see. Using racial traits as reference elements. Even if the name wasn’t very catchy, it wouldn’t stray too far.

“I want this to be a loyal unit.”

Oh! Safitiya’s thoughts gradually became clear. Combining the above requirements, she thought of several suitable names.

“Then let’s call it…”

Raphael paused, making Safitiya’s heart surge with waves.

What would this unprecedented pure Hybrid unit be called?

Was she witnessing a great historical event?

Ah, really—

“Let’s just call it the Woof Woof Team.”

Safitiya: ?

“Look, the Half-Orcs’ tails and ears are so cute, just like puppies. Puppies are also loyal. How about Woof Woof Team?”

“I think…” Safitiya said blankly, “let’s choose a different one.”

“A different one?”

Raphael pinched his chin and thought for a moment.

“Our unit is all women.”

Safitiya nodded. That starting point was fine.

“They’re all poor souls who have suffered oppression.”

Hearing Raphael say that, Safitiya felt an electric current run through her heart, and her eyes stung.

A human—at least this human before her—was not deaf to their suffering.

“Now they’ve gathered together to form an official unit. There must be immense rage contained within, right?”

Safitiya nodded heavily.

That’s right. Under Tina’s leadership, this would be a unit that ignited the flames of revenge, turning decades or centuries of oppression and humiliation into a blazing fire that would sweep across the entire empire!

A perfect name immediately came to her mind.

After a moment, the two spoke in unison.

“Avengers Alliance!”

“The League of Resentful Women.”