"I never thought you would actually have a time when you would be having trouble asking for help." As she stepped off the Flying Airship, Sanderion looked at Perfikot, who had come to meet her, and couldn't help but tease her.
Although there was no concept of rivalry between the two, when Sanderion made her name, Perfikot's grandfather hadn't even been born, so she didn't need to compete with a young girl like Perfikot.
But as fellow Alchemists, seeing a teenager almost catching up with her century of achievements, Sanderion would indeed feel something other than human, but divine.
"I am indeed stumped. Although I have methods and means to analyze it, three months is the maximum amount of time I can spend on this project," Perfikot explained spread her hands without getting angry at Sanderion's teasing. "Moreover, I brought you back because I have a big project that requires your help.
This is the main reason.
