"He's just joking." The white-haired Lolita softly explained, cradling Ahtal in her arms, her delicate face flushed. "Though there is indeed an age gap, his mental maturity far surpasses mine."
"If the two of you are dragons," the noblewoman shook her head hurriedly, "then it would be too narrow-minded to evaluate this using human values."
"At five hundred years old, one can already marry among the Dragon Clan." The white-haired Lolita softly clarified. Due to the Dragon Clan's extremely scarce population, the age for marriage was significantly lowered. At five hundred, one might not be permitted to drink, but marriage was allowed.
Hearing this, the noblewoman nodded slightly, gave Ahtal a meaningful glance, apologized softly, and then departed in a hurry.
