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.

mixed it with water and was about to feed it to Ciril, Hal whipped out a pebble out of nowhere

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

the air in the room turned stiff, Hal was laughing loudly and pointing

boy is too spoiled, and there's no chance of saving Mr.

laughing even more loudly. "Oh, geezer! Why

he had priorities and rushed

distance, but Lothar eventually returned,

What did he say?" Paula asked

merely shook his head, too

and slapping himself endlessly. "I'm

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