"Mel, you have finally reached the gardens with single-digit numbers!"
The man, placing his head on his hands on the counter, laughed. But the young girl next to him had droopy lips. She also showed her disapproval of the words of the person she worked with for almost a year.
"Finally? How many people do you know who started from the Forty-First Herb Garden and reached the Ninth Herb Garden in a year, Master?"
Moe responded when Kristin scolded her boss kindly but firmly. The speaker was not just a simple girl working for him but the only love of his biggest supplier.
"How do I know? He manages to achieve impossible things so easily that I am confused too!"
Mel laughed out loud. His image, enlightened by the sunlight hitting his face, was different than the image of that timid teenager a year ago.
"Do you remember the day you first came to this shop?"
