The old granduncle heard his great-niece's words and simply raised his wine glass, leaning against the sofa: "My dear, he is indeed not of nobility, but he has earned a knight's title through his efforts. However, not having a noble crest does not mean his blood doesn't run blue."
"This..." Emily asked: "Are you saying he will be granted a title in the future?"
The old granduncle shook his head, putting down his glass, holding Emily's hand.
"Silly child, I know that in the streets and alleys of London and Paris, there are many tales of poor boys getting rich overnight. Some of these tales are not just stories but embellished truths. Take our DelaSalle Family, for example. We were once ordinary citizens doing the most basic, lowly jobs, but we seized an opportunity and, fortunately, captured it, thus turning into minor wealthy people.
