The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage by Chu

Abel was clicking his tongue, impressed. "The recipe for the Yellow Shrive should have been lost in time, only for me to encounter one here, today... The sun has yet to set on traditional Draconia medicine!"

"Traditional Draconia medicine?" Yed scoffed in obvious contempt.

Abel snorted in turn. "Boy, don't think that traditional Draconia medicine loses out to foreign medicine. The only issue is that most of our discipline has been lost in time—otherwise, foreign medicine cannot even hope to catch up to our pride!"

"No, Mr. Loggins. I'm just curious," Yed groaned. "From the way you said it before, my father's condition was beyond saving, and now you're saying that a simple pill can bring him back to life?"

"Yes!" Abel exclaimed confidently.

With that, they watched as a servant picked up the powdered remains of the Yellow Shrive carefully.

Ciril, Hal whipped

he was holding, its contents

stiff, Hal was laughing loudly and pointing at the servant. "Dad, just look at his face! Hahaha.

no chance of saving Mr. Janko now. In that case, I have

loudly. "Oh, geezer!

he had priorities and

voices faded into the distance, but Lothar eventually returned,

did he

merely shook his head, too frustrated to

the servant earlier was bawling in fear and slapping himself endlessly. "I'm so sorry, Mr.

a bowl steady!" Yed bellowed furiously. "What do I even keep you around for?!