Sergio stared at Nestor, whose head had now collided with the table, snoring. He sighed.
"He certainly did not, Your Majesty. I don't recall him eating my cooking yet."
Eric went silent. He thought. I can't blame him, either. He must be busy producing all the energy bars and drinks for the last two days.
Everyone felt apprehensive. After all, the Emperor's silence, coupled with his ambiguous expression, made the atmosphere tense.
In the end, Eric finally said, "Alright. Let's dismiss the meeting now. Andrew, take Nestor to his room and let him rest. Let us gather in the evening once again for dinner."
He stood up and turned around, walking beside his seat. At the same time, Cassey sulked even more, peeking at him. She abruptly stood up and jumped towards his back. Magdalena controlled the gravity around her, so she was successful in clinging the Emperor's back.
