Being surrounded by a bunch of veteran owls that had their shops on the first floor of the alchemy hall for months or even years, Evelyn began to panic.
It was clear that a lot of them were angry at her, and now they were demanding that she give up her source on who had given her such quality potions.
Of course, none of them wanted to believe that she made them herself since it seemed impossible.
No fiend beast should have been able to do what she had and only a talented low tier awakened rank owl would be able to rarely produce potions of the same quality as her best.
Thus, Evelyn's stock of potions that were at the peak of quality for the bottom floor had upset the balance of the hall in just a single day.
And this was actually not the first time this had happened, but in all other cases it had been that a perpetrator was supplied these potions in order to make a quick buck for a more experienced owl.