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 out a pebble

the bowl he was holding, its contents spilling everywhere—there was no

in shock and the air in the room turned stiff, Hal was laughing

spoiled, and there's no chance of saving

Abel turned to leave, Hal was laughing even more loudly. "Oh, geezer! Why are you leaving? Aren't you

right then, but he had priorities and rushed to Abel, pleading,

voices faded into the distance,

did he say?" Paula

head, too frustrated

servant earlier was bawling in fear and slapping himself endlessly.

mook! You can't even hold a bowl steady!" Yed bellowed furiously. "What do I even keep you around for?! Someone get in here, and