“Hand me your pill," the judge commanded, his tone grave.

“Y-Yes... Yes. Here you are, please,” Isla stammered nervously.

It was common knowledge that she had once been the lowliest servant in the Jenkins household, completely devoid of the qualifications to pursue the ancient martial arts.

The judge cast a cursory glance at the tray holding the Concentration Pill, dismissing it without much thought.

After all, he had just inspected the pills crafted by Barbara and Vivian. Barbara's performance had been astonishing, with her Concentration Pill boasting an efficacy rate of 89% compared to perfection. She could be hailed as a prodigy!