The Reunion with the Know-It-All Master's Degree Holder (1)

“What? We haven't seen each other in ages, and you're not even going to say hello?”

Dana said, sounding hurt that I was standing there dumbfounded instead of greeting her.

I was thrown by this unexpected side of my old friend, who was practically the embodiment of being laid-back. I shook my head to clear away the confusion.

“No, wait. Let me get my bearings first.”

Dana had earned her doctoral Bronze-rank degree and even taken on the role of director of the Sargadis Institute just one month after I graduated? I picked through my questions one by one.

“What the hell? Our Dana noona should still be stuck with just a master's degree. How come you're a damn doctor now?”

“I got promoted after you left. Maybe it was because all eyes were on our university's archaeology department, but they sure processed everything fast.”

“How does a slave on the university's leash manage to climb the ladder? Shit, no, forget the promotion—why are you here?”

“Got a problem with it? I need an external service record to become a professor, so I volunteered. They were already trying to establish an archaeology department in Sargadis, so I applied right away.”

Dana pouted at my question as if she were annoyed...