The next morning, the training ground was noisy but not as noisy as usual.
Garion stood at the front, hands behind his back, eyes scanning the gathered disciples.
After a second, his brow twitched.
"…Huh?"
He counted again. Then once more, slower.
"Why does it feel like some people are missing?"
Arden stepped forward politely. "Master… Valtor couldn't come."
Garion turned his head. "Couldn't?"
Arden nodded, looking a little awkward. "He can't move from his bed. At all."
Garion blinked once. Then twice.
"…Paralyzed?"
"Yes."
There was a short silence.
Then Garion rubbed his chin. "Ah."
Arden let out a small sigh. "He drank both potions yesterday."
Garion nodded calmly. "Yep. That's expected."
Some of the juniors stiffened.
"Don't worry," Garion added casually. "It's just the side effect."
Several disciples looked even more worried.
Garion continued scanning the crowd. "Then where are Clara and Eliza?"
Rynar scratched his cheek. "Same thing."
