Isla Jenkins, on the other hand, demonstrated her prowess by creating a Concentration Pill with an efficacy of 85%, placing her at a commendable third position in the highly competitive semifinal of the competition.”

“Vivian Jenkins, on the other hand, created a Concentration Pill that exhibited a modest efficacy of 69%, placing her at sixth position in the semi-final rankings."

Vivian's heart sank in despair.

Not only had she suffered defeat at the hands of Maria once again but she also failed to secure a spot among the top three competitors in the semifinal round.

To compound her disappointment, she found herself trailing behind a skilled weapon smith and a renowned healer, who claimed the fourth and fifth positions, respectively.

“How could this be? I have lost to Maria yet again,” Vivian whispered to herself, her confusion evident. She felt a deep sense of bewilderment and frustration.

"In order to qualify for the final, only the top three participants of the Literary match will proceed. The ultimate champion, runner-up and second runner-up will be determined in tomorrow's final competition," Doris announced, concluding the proceedings.

Standing in the square, Vivian's mind was clouded with distress, while Barbara's composure fared only slightly better.

Upon learning from Maria that she had devoted over a decade to the art of pill-making, Barbara came to the realization that defeating Maria in the field of alchemy was an insurmountable task.

Did the outcome of tomorrow's final competition already Lay bare before them?

Was it certain that despite her long-standing partnership with Mrs. Jenkins, Maria would ultimately emerge as the victorious champion?

After the conclusion of the semi-final round, Barbara sought solace in the confines of Mrs. Jenkins’ room. Overwhelmed by emotions, she turned to her grandmother and tearfully implored, “Grandma, what should I do? Maria... How can I possibly defeat Maria?"

Barbara found herself at a loss, uncertain of how to navigate this challenging situation.

"Do not panic," Mrs. Jenkins whispered gently. Upon their return to their own territory, any trace of kindness that once graced Mrs. Jenkins’ face dissipated.

Her aged countenance resembled a somber, withered tree, evoking fear in Reuben as he glanced at it.

“Barbara, have you noticed anything amiss with Maria's pill refining?" Mrs. Jenkins inquired, her tone filled with concern.

“What? What could be wrong?" Barbara asked, her confusion evident. Maria's performance in the second round was nothing short of extraordinary!

Even though it was only the first grade of the Concentration Pill, Barbara was absolutely certain that she couldn't refine it to a 99.99% efficacy level!

On this one aspect alone, Barbara knew she fell short compared to Maria.

“The issue Lies solely with the Concentration Pill that Maria refined,” Mrs. Jenkins stated.

Barbara's confusion deepened.

A smile danced upon Mrs. Jenkins' Lips as she continued, "Think about it. If Maria possesses the knowledge to refine pills, why would she choose to refine the Concentration Pill again in the second round, after already doing so in the first round?"

“Well...”

As expected, Barbara found herself unable to provide an explanation. Indeed.