Once Albion asked for the details, Princess Floria put on a pitiful expression and began explaining the problem that plagued the royal family.
"You might have already noticed, but because of the elven race's longevity, it is not easy for our people to reproduce. As such, our family is very big…"
"Very big?" Albion interrupted as he twirled the teacup in his hand with a nonchalant smile before asking, "Don't you think your words are very contradictory?"
"It is the truth, Lord Albion! I did not speak a word of falsehood!" Princess Floria appeared agitated by Albion's doubts as she explained.
"While it is true that our family is huge, I only share a blood relation with a minority of the family members. My father, King Zarion, has many wives, but the number of siblings I have can be counted with my hands!"
