Chapter 36 - Dian Cecht
Girls always like to be praised for being cute. Although Dian Cecht would praise her, Airmid only treated the white-haired god like a grandfather. And because she was praised all the time, she had gradually become used to it.
As a rookie in the Dian Cecht Familia who was highly valued by their god, other peers in the Familia subconsciously kept a certain distance from Airmid. It wasn't rejection or fear, just a kind of carefulness that prevented easy communication, let alone praising her for being cute.
And Airmid could see that Noah said it casually, which made it clear he meant it sincerely.
How should I put it? A little... happy?
"What's wrong?"
"Ah! Nothing!" Under Noah's gaze, Airmid quickly lowered her slightly hot cheeks, almost trotted to the counter, and began processing materials. Perhaps due to talent or personal preference, Airmid loved making potion; it calmed her mood. But today, because someone's gaze kept focusing on her, she made several mistakes in succession. Finally, she couldn't help but stop and sigh.
"Um, Mr. Noah, could you please mind your gaze?"
"Sorry. Is the pharmaceutical process confidential?"
"Not really. It's just that your gaze is a little... concerning."
Seeing Airmid's pale ears, with slightly red earlobes showing from between her silver hair, Noah suddenly realized and looked away. "Sorry. I'm really interested in pharmaceuticals and medicine, but I only know the basics. Although I've tried some things before, most were useless. That's why I find you professionals fascinating."
These words made Airmid look at Noah, a hint of surprise in her beautiful eyes.
"Why? Most adventurers care more about their weapons, right?"
Although adventurers were fond of potions, in Airmid's opinion, it was just out of necessity for life saving items, not much different from their pursuit of weapons, armor, and magic swords. It was like how most people like delicious food, but not everyone wants to be a chef.
Airmid didn't object to this; she thought it was normal. After all, no amount of potions could protect others if you couldn't defeat the enemy.
For example, in the past two days, Blue Pharmacy had accepted many adventurers and residents injured in the Evilus attack, which made Airmid blame herself for not having the talent to fight. Sometimes, she really wanted to pick up a sword and destroy all those who hurt others, just like the Astraea Familia. Because of this, she was a little surprised that Noah seemed genuinely interested in potions.
Anyone who could enter the Loki Familia must have great fighting talent. Shouldn't people like that be obsessed with fighting?
"Isn't this perfectly normal? Putting aside the fact that fields like alchemy and magic, filled with unknowns, are truly fascinating, even just for the sake of combat, learning these things is perfectly normal, right?" Noah, on the other hand, was puzzled by Airmid's confusion and tilted his head.
"After all, fighting is about protecting. If you kill all the enemies, but the people you want to protect are dead, and everything you want to protect is destroyed, then what's the point of fighting?"
Looking at those serious blue eyes, Airmid opened her mouth but found her mind blank.
She didn't know what to say.
"Good grief! Airmid! Why did you come out again? Didn't I tell you to get some rest?!"
A powerful and wild shout rang out, the volume almost deafening. He was a middle-aged male with gray hair and beard, but his hair was still thick. Even with wrinkles, he still looked majestic, like a person with a calm temperament, possessing a charm unique to older men.
He was wearing a gold and silver robe, huge jewel rings on all ten fingers, making him look like a nouveau riche.
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