BXBX NOVEL Chapter 100: Damon’s disappearance
Suddenly, without warning, Damon stumbled to a stop, his face contorting in pain as he clutched at his stomach.
Damon\'s expression was a picture of discomfort, his brow furrowed and his lips pressed into a thin line as he pressed his hand to his stomach.
"Damon?" I exclaimed, concern flooding my voice as I went to his side. "What\'s wrong?"
Embarrassment washed over Damon\'s face as he admitted the source of his discomfort.
"Nothing," he muttered, his cheeks flushed as he shuffled his feet in discomfort. "I just need to pee."
You need to pee?" I repeated, making sure I had heard Damon correctly.
The look of embarrassment on his face confirmed my suspicions, and I couldn\'t help but feel a twinge of amusement at the awkwardness of the situation.
Yeah. Damon said.
Well, why didn\'t you pee back in your room? I asked.
I did. Damon replied with a roll of his eyes.
Loud voice for a guy with a female bladder. I replied.
As I finished repeating Damon\'s statement, his expression shifted from embarrassment to irritation, his eyes flashing with a hint of anger.
"I can\'t hold it anymore," he snapped, his words tinged with frustration. "I need to go now."
He shifted on his feet, his discomfort evident as he crossed his legs in an attempt to ease the pressure in his bladder.
Well what are we supposed to do? I snapped back at him.
Damon paid no heed to my reaction, his gaze shifting around the courtyard as he searched for a solution to his predicament.
Without saying a word, he pointed towards a nearby patch of bushes, his face set in a determined expression.
"I\'ll go there," he announced, his voice firm as he made his decision.
I cast a quick glance at the bushes, assessing their density and the level of privacy they afforded.
Nodding to myself in approval, I acknowledged, "Okay, not a bad idea."
Wait here. Damon says abd without waiting for my response, he hurried towards the bushes, disappearing behind the leaves with a rustle of branches.
"As if I would ever follow him," I muttered to myself, letting out a derisive scoff as I planted my feet firmly in the grass.
Damon was taking too long and I was tired of standing so I sat beside one of the columns.
I still hadn\'t updated my profile since last night. I checked it.
[Here\'s your profile]
[Name: Levi]
[Level: 4]
[Title: One star mage, Beast Slayer]
[Strength: 40]
[Intelligence: 40]
[Stamina: 40]
[Speed: 40]
[Mana: 510/1000]
[Element: Air]
[Lust points: 530]
I immediately bought 10 strength points. That left me with 130 lust points.
I used them to buy 3 speed points.
I checked my new profile.
[Here\'s your profile]
[Name: Levi]
[Level: 4]
[Title: One star mage, Beast Slayer]
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[Strength: 50]
[Intelligence: 40]
[Stamina: 40]
[Speed: 43]
[Mana: 510/1000]
[Element: Air]
[Lust points: 10]
I was done upgrading my attributes and Damon still wasn\'t done.
Impatience nipping at my heels, I raised my voice and shouted at the bushes, my tone dripping with mock-exasperation.
"Are you giving birth over there?" I yelled, my words punctuated with a hint of humor as I voiced my frustration. "What\'s taking so long?"
I stood in the courtyard, my senses on alert as I waited for Damon\'s response.
Surely, his retort would be swift and sharp, his voice ringing out with a witty quip in response to my taunt.
The bushes remained stubbornly silent, their branches swaying gently in the breeze as if to mock my impatience.
Damon? I called out again.
The sound of the wind whistling past my ears and the rustling of the leaves provided the only response to my inquiries, the serene atmosphere of the courtyard a stark contrast to the worry that was building in my chest.
Panic unfurled in my chest, its icy tendrils reaching out to grip my heart as I broke into a run towards the bushes.
As I approached the foliage, my chest heaved with exertion, the anticipation of what I might find driving me onward.
My voice echoing into the stillness of the courtyard, I called out Damon\'s name for what seemed like the hundredth time, my desperation growing with each unanswered cry.
My hands tore through the branches like a woman possessed, my fingers numb with cold as I searched for any hint of Damon\'s presence.
But as the bushes parted before me, I was met only with emptiness.
There was no sign of Damon, no trace of his passing, not even a hint of urine to indicate that he had been there at all.
Where had he disappeared to?
Like a flash of lightning in the darkness, the realization struck me with a jolt of terror. In my first week of duty, I had managed to lose the Prince.
Panic clawed at my throat, my heart racing as the weight of the realization threatened to crush me.
With the desperation of a drowning man grasping for air, I scoured the courtyard for any trace of Damon\'s presence.
My eyes darted from shadow to shadow, my ears straining for the slightest sound that might lead me to him.
But the courtyard remained silent, its stillness a mocking reminder of my hopeless situation.
The thought of calling for help had crossed my mind, but it was quickly dismissed.
If word got out that the Prince was missing, I would be the first to fall under suspicion.
I bit my lip, the taste of blood filling my mouth as I weighed the pros and cons of the situation.
With the faintest glimmer of hope, I began to search the courtyard with renewed vigor, my gaze raking over every inch of the space as I clung to the possibility that Damon was merely playing a game, that he was simply hiding from me.
I peered under benches, behind trees, in the darkest corners of the courtyard, but there was no sign of him
As I continued my search, a trio of figures emerged from the shadows, the glint of the armor of two of them betraying their presence before I could even make out their faces.
My heart raced, the panic in my chest intensifying as I realized who it was.
It was the Princess, and she was flanked by her two bodyguards, their massive forms dwarfing the slender figure of the Princess as they moved in perfect step with her.