Not far from the courtyard, Mira smiled softly as she pulled out her phone.

"Is the result out?"

"Yes, Mr. Hoffman. Felix succeeded."

"Wait. What?" Gerald was quite shocked.

"That's impossible! His pill-forming rate is far too low. It's only been 11 or 12 hours. How could he have crafted over 60 antidote pills? Even if they're just the most basic kind."

Mira resigned as she sighed. "Mr. Hoffman, he's your apprentice. If you don't have confidence in him, shouldn't you at least trust your own