3 millennia.
I shot a glance at the junior brother that was looking at me in amusement, inclining his back on a few pillows that Grand Martial Aunt must have propped for him. Man, I want Grand Martial Aunt to prop pillows for me, too… WAIT.
JUNIOR BROTHER!
DID YOU NOT SAY THIRTY?
3 millennia is a lot more than thirty!
I thought you understood me best, junior brother!?!?