“Is everything alright, sir?” asked the Butler Janos, counting the untouched dishes as he noticed that his guest hadn’t eaten anything and now he was passing on the sweets.
Was he really hungry?
His mind was piling on questions to ask him the reasons.
Kalrain, at the same time, wasn’t in the right position to answer them with a proper statement. His twin arms lost the connections within his brain right at the moment the dinner had begun. He couldn’t lift up his spoon anymore. He could not take hold of it. In the worse case, he couldn’t be fed himself either. He was as hungry as a hyena but there was no support for him to even take a bit into his mouth or even take a sip of the soup onto his lips. He was all alone.
All he could do was ignore the thunder of his stomach and wait for some
