As the fragrant grew stronger, the Noble Alchemist did not doubt that the pill coming out of the cauldron would be a Marked Pill.
'Yet, I never even manage to create one myself.' he thought in envy. To achieve such feat while being a Rank 9 Alchemist would make his name known to many.
A darker side of him wanted to claim the Pill as his own, but his rationality won in the end. He could tell from the aura of the man that he is a 3rd Stage Noble expert, someone that could beat him, a 1st Stage Noble expert with ease.
'Let see the pills first. Maybe I can get to see it, and learn something.' he thought to himself, pushing the envy away.
And so, he watched as the final product emerged from the cauldron. With reverent eyes, the Noble Alchemist looked at the pale blue colored pill with white markings akin to merging snowflakes.