When he touched the fragment with his hand, his hair, for some unknown reason, turned golden—a splendid, noble gold, as dreamy as the sky. Before this, the world did not know the color gold; there was no such thing as gold.
The descendants of that man also had golden hair.
To this day, kings and nobles across the continent are mostly golden-haired.
After explaining, Wen Carol glanced again in the rearview mirror at Beia Triss, "This lady's gold is so pure, her royal bloodline must be deep. Such a person, even born in a side branch of a side branch, would be granted a noble title."
"There's quite a lot to be aware of," Turquoise Pool murmured to herself.
"Hm? Aware of what?" Wen Carol didn't hear clearly.
"Nothing," Turquoise Pool smiled, "Aren't we there yet?"
"Just around the corner ahead."
Wen Carol executed a beautiful fishtail turn and the car passed the bend, steadying as it entered a rounded residence with a garden and garage.
