Severin put two and two together after hearing the conversation. “Is Gilda sick?‘ Severin wondered.


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    Though Gilda had a smile on her face when she saw Wuhlricht, Severin observed that the smile


    appeared forced. It was likely a conscious effort to prevent Wuhlricht from worrying too much about her.


    Before Wuhleicht could say anything else, Gilda said. “But I’ve gotten over it, Dad. All humans


    eventually die. If I can’t be cured, then so be it.”


    “Are you sick?” Severin frowned and observed Gilda’s body intently. He could only frown after


    attempting to diagnose the issue because Gilda appeared entirely healthy. His medical knowledge


    proved scant in identifying her ailment, but there had to be an exnation as to why she would faint


    thrice in a day. Severin was puzzled as a result.


    “Who is this?” Gilda wanted to shift the focus away from her health, so she turned her gaze toward


    Severin and asked about him.


    Wuhlrich; introduced Severin with a smile, “This is my senior’s disciple, Severin. I’ve mentioned him to


    you before.


    Gilda viewed Severin more highly after the instruction. “Your senior is a top talent in the realm of


    attainment, so his disciple must be a remarkable individual too.”


    Severin replied modestly, “You’re too kind, Miss Gilda. It was through sheer luck that I could receive


    tutge from my master, and it’s all thanks to his teachings that I had the opportunity to join the


    Skyblue Sect and be its member.”


    Wuhlricht chuckled. “No need to be so humble, Severin. You’re a part of us now, and not as a member,


    but an elder!”


    Gilda smiled and said to Severin, “That’s very madest of you. Your attainment must be very high if you


    were appointed an elder upon your eptance.”


    Wuhtricht rified, “He is currently a fourth–grade low–rank alchemist, and that more than qualified him


    to be a sect elder. Though his attainment might not have reached the requirement yet, it’s only a matter


    of time until he’s there. His talent is extraordinary, after all.”


    “Fourth–grade low–rank? That’s very impressive. Our sect’s alchemists are often preupted with


    their work and have limited time for attainment. This is probably the drawback of bing an


    alchemist,” Gilda remarked in some surprise after being told about Severin’s alchemy grade.


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    were both unaware that Severin had already progressed to a fourth–grade medium–rank alchemist, but


    Severin chose not to correct their misconception, “Your attainment level is incredibly high, Miss Gilda.


    Now that you’re a level nine saint, it’ll only take a bit of further effort for you to break through to level


    one royal saint.”


    Severin was the disciple of that man‘ after all, so Gilda was not surprised that Severin could gauge her


    attainment level so urately, She smiled and said, “Hehe, I tend to faint very often, and there are


    times I maypse into aa. There’s no point in bing a royal saint if there’s always a risk that I


    might copse and never wake up. It would beughable for me to copse during a battle and die just


    like that.”


    Severin frowned at her statement and suggested, “I have some medical knowledge, but I can’t identify


    the precise allment you’re suffering from without doing a more thorough examination. Would you like


    me to take your pulse and assess your condition? I might have a way of treating it.”