The commotion in the packhouse was not unknown to Eleanor, who was worried for the well-being of the inhabitants. She arrived at work early and noticed the servants rushing around.
"Excuse me." She blocked a maid's path and asked, "How is the situation here?"
"Some are yet to recover. Thank the Moon Goddess that Alpha is okay."
"What did the alchemist say? How did everyone get sick all of a sudden?" She curiously looked at her.
The maid sighed. "The alchemist is trying to find out the actual reason. He suspected that it was food poisoning."
"Food poisoning?" Eleanor's eyes widened. An unknown fear gripped her heart.
"By the way, you maintain proper hygiene while cooking. Such an incident should not happen again." The maid went to work after giving the advice.
