After hearing Gawain's words, Amber was stunned for several seconds before reacting sharply. She stared at Gawain, "You really are related! So doesn't that make you Rosetta's elder as well..."
"Even without that relation, I'm still an elder," Gawain glanced at the half-elf, waving his hand. "And even considering that relation, a distant relative from seven hundred years ago—would Rosetta really acknowledge that today?"
"Now that you mention it, that makes sense..." Amber still looked a bit dazed, then tapped her fingers as if doing some mental calculations. "A distant relative from seven hundred years ago... Suddenly, I'm curious, are the aristocratic circles really this small? How is it that tracing back through family trees, everyone seems to be related..."
