The Dragon God spoke earnestly, showing no hint of joking—and naturally, a god wouldn't have any need to joke with Amber like this.
The bright expression on Amber's face suddenly froze.
"I told you," Gawain couldn't help but glance at Amber, casually saying, "Isn't your feeling of being the Shadow Chosen just a result of drinking too much?"
"No... it shouldn't be!" Amber suddenly became excited, even in front of the Dragon God raising her voice uncontrollably, "I really am Chosen, I've been Chosen for decades now... I even chatted with the Goddess, and she taught me a lot of things..."
Gawain felt a bit helpless: "What did the Goddess teach you?"
"Tossing skillets… and baking thin pancakes…" Amber immediately said, but as soon as she uttered half a sentence, her voice gradually faded, growing quieter, "Of course, not just these, of course… Of course, there were some really impressive things…"
Gawain: "...?"
