Part 686: Lissa C

There's something I need to know, Mother.

And what's that?

The name of your weapon.

My weapon? Why?

What manner of son would I be not to know the name which guards his mother?! Teach me so I may whisper its sobriquet in prayer and keep you ever safe.

Oh, you meant THAT sort of name.

...Hmm?

That Holy Slayer, Saintly Dragon blah blah kinda stuff you're always talking about. I was wondering if you really didn't know the word "staff"! Hee hee!

...I'm pretty sure I should be offended by both of those statements. But yes, that sort of name! What is it?

It doesn't have one.

You've granted it no name?!

Right. I mean, why bother?

MOTHER! A name confers a soul unto an inanimate object and grants it power! It transforms a mere tool into a divine instrument possessed of limitless potential!

See? There's the blah blah stuff I was talking about...

*Sigh* I'll give it some thought, all right? But right now I've got to be going. Bye!

(Lissa leaves)

W-wait, Mother.

I'd braced for an insufficiently astonishing name, but this is worse than I'd feared! This may require drastic measures for her own good...