Title Holder

Title Holder!

Adams's words were like a pause button.

In an instant, the servants unloading cargo nearby stopped what they were doing, frozen in place.

Though their expressions suggested they wanted to say something,

it was clear that, in front of Lan Qingyou—

or rather, in front of a [Title Holder]...

they didn't even dare breathe too loudly.

"Oh! Ho ho! You can even appraise that? Looks like your level isn't as low as you said."

Though she'd been appraised,

Lan Qingyou wasn't worried in the slightest.

She'd used Appraisal Glasses before, so she knew all too well what they did and what their results looked like.

Adams was already having trouble processing the fact that Lan Qingyou had a title.

Then she went and said something like that.

In other words...

"You know you have a title?"

"What's so surprising about that? I heard the voice. How could I not know my own title?"

Lan Qingyou rolled her eyes at him.

Right, right!

Of course!

How had he forgotten that?

Adams shook his head, forcing himself to clear it.

Before, he'd thought of Lan Qingyou as a brilliant Alchemist, full of ideas and talent.

Now, she was a towering mountain he could only look up to.

There was no helping it.

She was a Title Holder.

Someone acknowledged by the gods of this world.

He had no choice but to look up to her.

"By the way, can you tell me what you saw? Honestly, this is the first time anyone's appraised me like this."

Adams was still standing there in a daze, as if pondering something.

But Lan Qingyou couldn't concern herself with that.

Her own questions mattered more than his.

After all, witches were curious.

"Well..."

Seeing that Lan Qingyou hadn't gotten angry about being appraised, Adams