The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage



"What's happening?"

The castellan of Kornac's Keep was behaving so strangely that it immediately piqued the curiosity of everyone present. Even the elders who were watching from afar were intrigued and walked over.

"Look at this!"

Yosil seemed to have discovered something incomprehensible as he handed Frank's wrist over to another elder.

After examining it closely, that elder too wore the same expression of disbelief, shock, and confusion as Yosil.

"How is this even possible?!"

"I've lived for over eighty years, and I've never... never seen anything like this..."

The elders checked Frank's pulse one by one. Finally, they gathered together, shaking their heads in resignation.

"What are those elders up to? Why are they acting so strangely?"

Ira frowned, sensing that something was amiss.

Other participants of the trial also craned their necks, trying to catch what the elders were discussing amid the chaos.

Ignoring the commotion in the room, Yosil and the elders continued their discussion for a few minutes. In the end, the other elders return to their seats.

Meanwhile, Yosil took Mole's place. He looked out at everyone present and announced loudly, "After a thorough discussion among all the elders of Kornac's Keep, we unanimously agree..."

Yosil cast a complex look at Frank and declared, "There was an error in assessing Frank's score. Upon reevaluation, Frank's score for the second trial is... one hundred and fifty points!"

"Huh?!"

"What?!"

Upon hearing that Frank had scored one hundred and fifty points, everyone present was dumbfounded, especially Kairo.

The pure white pill he had crafted fell to the ground with a clatter. Kairo mechanically looked down at the pill that had once filled him with pride and trembled.

If Frank had scored one hundred and fifty points...Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

Did that mean...

Frank's black mudball looked like a joke. Was it actually stronger than the pill that Kairo had spent so much effort and ingredients crafting? Was that even possible?

Kairo felt his world spinning. He even started to feel absurd and bewildered.

In Cloudnine Sect, he had always been considered the most talented in studying the traditional medical arts of Draconia.

When he was barely five years old,

his master had found him and taken him in. Kairo immersed himself in studying and learning about various medicinal herbs, medical theories, and ancient texts.

Now, there was nothing left for him to learn from his master.

That was why Kairo had brought his junior along for some field

experience here, but he did not ne

expect to run into something dike

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on their very first stop.

Was the saying true? That there would always be someone better out in the world?

Or... was his study and hard work just a joke?

Kairo stared intently at Frank, various voices echoing in his head.

When Yosil announced that Frank had scored one hundred and fifty points, he felt like his head was going to explode.

"I refuse... I refuse to accept this!"

That was right. Kairo refused to accept this outcome.

He strode forward, not caring about. etiquette now. Even if the person he wanted to talk to was the castellan of Kornac's Keep, he did not Care.

He just wanted a clear answer.

"Why... why did that mere mudball score higher than my pill? Why?!" "Yeah! Why?"

It was not just Kairo-everyone present had the same question. They were all witnesses, having seen the situation unfold from start to finish. Frank held a black mudball in his hand, while Kairo held a flawless white pill.