Irida glanced at the bottle before letting out a regretful sigh, "I am sorry, Your Grace. But I can't make that one."
"Huh? Why? You brought this medicine with you."
"Yes, but it was made by that woman, Lady Odette," Irida's expression twisted once she mentioned Lady Odette. She paused for a second as if she was battling against her feelings. But in the end, she still added, "She's also a doctor in her previous pack, just like me. She created that miracle medicine for people in the castle. You're only supposed to drink a spoonful per day because, with proper rest, that should be enough to make you recover from exhaustion and illnesses."
"That bitch made this?!" Odile gritted her teeth as she realized she had just drunk something made by her enemy.
There was an urge to throw up immediately because her pride made her unable to accept that.
However, she couldn't deny the potent effect of this medicine. It was so amazing that Odile wanted more.
