“She's just Maria's servant... Vivian, who had been grumbling to herself, stopped when she realized something was wrong. She narrowed her eyes, trying to see more clearly.

Vivian frowned as she stared at Maria's maid. "Why was she faster than me?" she murmured to herself.

Well, the formula of the Concentration Pill was open to the public, and anyone could get a hand on it.

Still, it was shocking to Vivian that Isla had finished three steps faster than she did. That wasn't normal.

And to think that the person who was seemingly better at making pills than her was a mere servant of the Lemna Yard, Vivian couldn't accept it.