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At the end of the night, once most of the nobles made their way back to wherever they were staying, whether this was in a high-tier inn in the city or in their own manors, Eiro chose to stay a bit and speak to Solomon again.

The two of them made their way to Solomon's study, and each sat down on one of the two couches.

"So, Eiro Jura Daemonherz, huh?" Solomon asked with a smile on his face, and Eiro quickly nodded his head, "Yep. The Jura seems rather obvious, but the Daemonherz was chosen by Arc."

"Huh, interesting. I know what a 'Daemon' is, roughly at least, but what does 'herz' mean?"

Eiro shrugged a bit in response, "Heart, apparently. Arc heard it in the place he used to live before."

With a nod, Solomon crossed his arms, "Hm, alright,  I guess I can see how those are similar."