Those Things Happening

To be fair, Gawain truly felt that he could not keep up with Amber's train of thought at this moment—such situations were rare indeed for a transmigrator who always managed to seize the high ground in matters of thought.

But after a moment of stunned silence, he realized that Amber was genuinely conflicted—her habit of talking nonsense might simply have been a habit, or perhaps a way of concealing her true thoughts, but after something this significant had happened, even someone whose nerves were so thick they were practically necrotic at the ends ought to have something weighing on her mind.

"Actually... I don't really care that much about being an Artificial Human..." After several seconds of silence, Amber finally could not help saying, "Ever since I was little, I've been a 'mixed-blood' with mysterious ancestry. I lived in slums, fought people in dark alleys, slept in stables, and slept in graveyards. I always knew Pittman was probably being hunted by those cultists. He was likely a deserter, just like my foster father... There were never peaceful days with people like them.

"People fighting for a mouthful of food in gutters and back alleys do not have spare thoughts to consider their bloodline or origins, you know? The people in the worst circumstances have not even considered whether they are human, because merely thinking about tomorrow's food already exhausts all their energy. Some even sincerely envy the dogs kept by knights. That is not an exaggeration at all.

"Of course, I had it a little better than those in the worst circumstances, but I understood that way of living very well, and it affected me deeply.

"I do not care whether I am an Artificial Human—though it did scare me a little, I really do not care. I come from