Three seconds later…
"Huh?"
Everyone watched as Galdorin suddenly squatted down with a strange expression, confusion spreading across their faces.
"Galdorin, what's wrong?" King Marcus asked quickly, concerned.
"Did the potion upset your stomach or something?"
"N-no, Your Majesty," Galdorin replied with a forced smile, clutching his abdomen. "It's nothing serious. Just a slight stomachache."
In truth, he was desperately trying to cover up his awkward situation.
If anyone figured out what was really going on, he, an old man who prided himself on dignity, might just die of embarrassment.
A stomachache?
So drinking the potion just causes a bit of stomach discomfort?
The group collectively sighed in relief. If that was all, then it wasn't so bad. Manageable, even.
Still, Arthur squinted suspiciously at the bottle in his hand.
Having dealt with Velen on multiple occasions, he had learned to expect the unexpected.
This… seemed too easy.
No excessive wastefulness?
