The lid clattered as it hit the ground and let out a loud noise.

However, nobody, including Jadiel, harbored any inclination to chastise Maria.

At this moment, their primary concern was discovering the type of pill Maria had refined.

“What... What kind of pill is that?"

Jadiel couldn't help but feel a tinge of embarrassment.

Being an examiner from the Pill Alchemist Association, he found himself in the unusual position of not knowing the type of pill the examinee had crafted.

Nevertheless, he opted for candor over pretense and confronted the reality head-on.

"It's a Three Swirling Golden Pill, sir Maria reflected for a moment before casually adding, "I came up with its name on a whim.

Don't read too much into it.

The corner of Jadiel's mouth twitched a few times.

A Three Swirling Golden Pill? And Maria claimed to have thought of the name spontaneously?

Nine Swirling Golden Pills were the stuff of mythical legends. Was Maria harboring ambitions to challenge them with a name like that?

Was that really a random choice? It seemed more like a declaration of supremacy.

Jadiel's mind was flooded with a multitude of thoughts.

Yet, upon deeper consideration, the swirling tricolored smoke and its eventual condensation into a pill did indeed align with the concept of “three swirling."

“So... What effect does this pill grant?" Jadiel inquired, his anticipation palpable.

In truth, his question had already surpassed the bounds of this examination, and Maria had unequivocally passed the test.

But as a sixth-grade pill alchemist, how could Jadiel resist his curiosity regarding a Three Swirling Golden Pill?

Maria offered a faint smile.

“Perhaps calling it ‘returning from death' might be a bit overstated, but it undeniably possesses exceptional healing properties for external injuries. For instance, even if a delicate infant were to endure a severe tear, consuming a Three Swirling Golden Pill could save the baby's life."

Jadiel scrunched his eyebrows together when he heard the answer.

He was engrossed in Maria's explanation, which caused him to overlook the momentary transformation of Barbara's countenance. It was a transformation that twisted her expression into something grotesquely sinister as if she were reliving an excruciatingly unbearable memory.

“That's not possible... Wait! Is it really possible for something like that to happen?"

Barbara stared intently at the Three Swirling Golden Pill, her eyes appearing as though they might spew forth flames.