On the way to the dining hall, Justine hurried to keep up with Ivan's pace.
Noticing the expression on Ivan's face, she said, "You're alright, aren't you? Don't worry, you'll definitely surpass him. Just let him be smug for a few days."
Ivan seriously agreed, "Exactly."
Calling you fat and you still breathe heavily, Justine gave him an annoyed roll of the eyes.
On second thought, this wasn't so much arrogance as it was confidence, just like when he first learned apothecary skills; he was quick in everything he did.
In any case, this man was both arrogant and somehow made people believe in him; it was just unfortunate that he couldn't practice apothecary now. Otherwise, she would've certainly pestered him to teach her. Old Orio's sudden death left her with many gaps in her knowledge, still a little way off from being able to concoct the glorybower hemostatic powder.
