After listening to Gawain, Amber stood there in a daze for several seconds before suddenly snapping back to her senses. She stared wide-eyed at him. "You really are related!? Then doesn't that mean you can count as Rosetta's elder too..."
"Even without that connection, I'm still an elder," Gawain said, glancing at the half-elf and waving a hand. "And even if we count that connection, would Rosetta really acknowledge a distant relative from seven hundred years ago?"
"That's true..." Amber still looked somewhat stunned, then lowered her head and began counting on her fingers. "A distant relative from seven hundred years ago... Hey, I'm suddenly curious. Are noble circles really that small? How come you can trace any family tree back far enough and find relatives..."
Gawain merely smiled and did not answer Amber's question. He had only brought up the subject in passing and held no interest in it itself—it was a life that did not belong to him, and emotions that did not belong to him. It was unlike his memories of the Magic Tide and the pioneering campaigns, which still endured in some form even after seven hundred years. The former... had long since become part of history.
But Amber's curiosity was not easily satisfied. Blinking, she saw that Gawain was not speaking and scooted closer to press the question. "Hey, you rarely mention your family from seven hundred years ago. You've never talked about your children or wife or anything... Say, how did you get together with the distant cousin of Typhon's founding monarch? Did you meet during the pioneering expedition?"
Once the half-elf's curiosity got going, it was hard to stop. She kept circling around him and chattering away, until Gawain had no choice but to sigh helplessly. "I spent my youth fighting on the