Tharvis was stunned by Linda's beauty. In all his life, he had never seen a woman as beautiful as her. His heart pounded, but he quickly suppressed the feeling.
With a slight nod, he said, "Yes, I am Tharvis. May I… know your name?"
From the aura she exuded, he could tell she was a high-ranking figure who had to be treated with respect. Otherwise, his life might end right there.
"My name is Linda. You can call me Headmistress," Linda replied indifferently. "All right, let's not beat around the bush. My disciple said you can brew potions using only a pot. Is that true?"
In front of Merlin, she might appear gentle. But toward strangers, she was harsh and firm, no matter who they were.
Tharvis was surprised to hear that Merlin was her disciple, but he quickly composed himself and gave a short nod.
"Yeah, I do. I don't have proper tools, so I use a pot and… a stove," he said.
"I see…" Linda's eyes narrowed slightly.
