He just didn't know whether the Star Ancestor would trust him.
...
Holy Brilliance Calendar, year 4330.
Pharmacist Association.
Triss was handing over some work to her colleagues; over these years, the number of medicine projects she had led or participated in was simply way too many, leaving her coworkers stunned.
This was practically a workaholic demon.
"Ma'am, you work way too hard."
"Hahaha, do I? I feel pretty good like this. When you enjoy every minute and every second of Pharmacy, you don't feel it's work. We've got to learn from the Heavenly Artisan."
"Ma'am, may you return as a legendary."
"Many thanks, may we meet again."
"Don't overthink it, you're definitely going to succeed."
The other colleagues also spoke up one after another:
"The Nora Medicine God is none other than you!"
Triss smiled.
"I'll borrow everyone's good wishes. Let's meet again in a hundred years!"
Back on the Ancient Dragon Continent.
