Brother
Rebecca Nognes was a fifth-level warrior with long brown hair and deep brown eyes. Her facial features were delicate, lacking even the slightest trace of wrinkles. She barely looked in her thirties, but her aura told a different story.
Khan felt a bit surprised. He had heard about Rebecca from his father and Cousins, but most of his assumptions came from the woman's status. She was more than a simple Princess. She belonged to the older generation, which wielded higher authority and demanded immense respect.
However, Rebecca's aura carried nothing but warmth. She was entirely at ease among the staring crowd, and confidence surrounded her figure, but that cozy feeling remained intense.
"He called me Aunt," Rebecca chuckled, stepping forward to reach Khan. "Let me take a look at you."