Two-thirds of the herbalist class' students were Beastfolk. Apparently, hair care products containing herbs had turned them into herb maniacs.
And here they were, enrolled in this class with such enthusiasm, but minimal knowledge.
"What is your name, young man?" Aura approached Gara, unconcerned by the Beastfolk's mocking laughter.
"Gara, Professor."
"Gara... Oh! I remember. Among all the students enrolled in this class, only three people are already herbalists. And you're one of them—" The small professor gave him a nod.
Vania and her Beastfolk cronies stared wide-eyed.
Aura's next words showed how wrong they had been. "That's why you're so knowledgeable about herb plants, Gara. I like how you don't shy away from every potential of a herb."
Aura then returned to the podium. "Let's give an applause for our friend, Gara. In the future, I believe you can come to him to ask about herbs."
