For a moment, everyone could only stare at Zoren and his trembling back. Deep lines appeared on their foreheads, wondering what had happened to him.
"Master?" Lloyd asked worriedly. "Is everything alright?"
They assessed Zoren for a little longer, checking for any sign of poisoning. But then again, how could Zoren be poisoned when he was eating the same food served to everyone?
"Sir, should we ask…" Lloyd trailed off as Zoren raised a hand to stop him.
"No need." Zoren slowly reached for a glass of water, chugging it down in a hurry. After sighing in satisfaction, he loosened his tie a bit.
The veins on his temples were protruding, and his forehead was breaking out in sweat. Zoren didn't say anything, pinching the bridge of his nose while massaging his forehead slowly.
