Gilda hastily replied, "He's busy making pills. I didn't want to disturb him, so we just had a brief conversation before I left him to do his work." She then immediately entered the house.
Wuhlricht walked out of the door and muttered to himself, "What is going on with Severin? He's completely clueless! My daughter is very beautiful, and she even took the initiative to drop by and see him. Isn't that a very good opportunity for them to grow closer? He's been crafting pills for days on end now. It wouldn't hurt to take half a day off to spend time with my daughter, right?"
Wuhlricht's thoughts then took a different turn as he suddenly realized, "Is it possible that Severin doesn't like Gilda? That doesn't make any sense though. Why did he promise me that he'd take good care of her if he didn't like her? Does he feel a sense of obligation simply out of guilt?"
After contemplating for a while, Wuhlricht decided to confront Severin about it. He arrived at Severin's residence just as Severin was back in his yard.
"Uncle-master! What brings you here?" Severin asked, feeling slightly anxious that Wuhlricht had arrived just moments after Gilda left. Wuhlricht could not have come over that quickly unless Gilda had told him something.
"Let's talk inside," Wuhlricht said, wearing a serious expression.
Once they were behind closed doors, Wuhlricht got straight to the point. "I have a question for you, Severin"
Wuhlricht was content with Severin's response. "I'm happy to hear that. Since you have genuine feelings for her, you should take the initiative to spend more time with her when you have the chance. Go for walks with her. Don't spend all your time making pills. You've already crafted a lot of pills for the sect, and we're no longer in as short supply as we were before."
Severin smiled and said, "I'll do my best. I can see that she's comfortable around me, so I'm confident that I'll stand a good chance as long as I put in the effort."
"That's reassuring," Wuhlricht said, reaching for the door. "I'd have nothing to worry about anymore if you two are together. I think you're far better than Frederick anyway. He completely burned bridges with her, disregarded their prior relationship, and ruined my daughter's reputation. That was already bad enough, and he made things worse when he allowed people within the sect to spread slanderous rumors about her. If our sect had been as strong as theirs, I would have already confronted him and taken him to task."
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