"Master, your Alana is a Grandmaster Alchemist. With a Luck stat of fifty-five, my brewing almost never fails. The cooldown between batches is also very short. Every ten minutes I can comfortably produce four bottles of Super Health Potions. Honestly, this pace isn't even fast for me."
Alana lifted her chin slightly as she spoke, her lips forming a faint pout that carried a trace of playful pride. She looked almost offended that Marcus seemed surprised by her efficiency, as though his disbelief had underestimated her abilities.
Marcus laughed softly.
"Well, as long as it isn't tiring for you. Just don't push yourself too hard."
Watching her mild sulking expression stirred an unexpected warmth in his chest. There was something irresistibly charming about her confidence mixed with gentle innocence. Every small reaction she showed felt genuine and alive, and he found himself growing more fond of her with each passing moment.
