"Ah...!"
The female suddenly let out a sharp cry of agony, clutching her stomach as she collapsed onto the ground.
Her beast husband rushed forward in a panic. "Female Master!"
Xirin was stunned. How could this be? Wasn't she supposed to be cured? Maron had personally given him this medicine, and he had even tested it on a sick beastman right in front of him beforehand.
"Shamans, go check on her immediately," Milt ordered.
The shamans rushed to the female's side to administer treatment. After their intervention, her expression eased slightly, but she remained curled up on the ground, whimpering in pain.
One of the shamans stepped forward to report to Milt. "City Lord, she has been poisoned."
"What?!"
A collective shockwave rippled through the gathered beastmen.
Seizing the opportunity, an elder stepped out. "Look, everyone! What Xirin gave this female wasn't an antidote at all—it was poison! He never intended to save the beastmen of our city; he wanted to kill them all!"
