White Bear
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
"Getting registered?" The clerk placed a registration form in front of Angor skillfully.
When Angor took a pen to fill in the paper—
"Sir, you should know that the title you chose in the Sky Tower will accompany you to the last—"
"Stop!" Angor waved a hand at him quickly. "I know. A showy title is better."
The clerk gave him a big smile. "Nice. I'll not bother you with the explanation then."
Angor quickly wrote down a title he already created and stuffed the paper in the clerk's hand.
The clerk took the paper with the same smile and looked at the handsome and intelligent young man in front of him in satisfaction. But when he began to read the registration form, his smile froze instantly.
"I, am, the… truth?"
Angor displayed a proud look. "How about it? Showy enough right? The idea took me two weeks!"
The clerk forced up a smile. "Sir… the title is, well, outstanding. But it isn't a really good personal title."