Jacob waved his hand airily, dismissing the concern. "Rest assured. I can treat Mr. Patton's daughter, and it won't take long. She will be right as rain in six hours after ingesting my pill."
"Your pill?" Hill scoffed, crossing his arms. "And what makes you think you can do better than me?"
Jacob's confidence stemmed from the near-complete recovery of his strength, which enabled him to synthesize a pill potent enough for that purpose. With the Grus Divina, he could turn it into a pill in the Divine Cauldron, which would cure Jameel's daughter in no time.
"Because I have the Grus Divina," Jacob replied, a hint of pride in his voice. "It's a priceless mystical herb, and with it, I can create a remedy far superior to anything you could concoct."
Seeing how confident Jacob was, Rohan didn't think he needed to say another word. Following Rohan's lead, Jameel fell silent, though anxiety gnawed at him.