Alonso had a satisfying afternoon.
But within ten minutes, he began to touch his belly with a strange expression.
Within another ten seconds, his face grew somewhat pale, and goosebumps dotted his arms.
He gritted his teeth, summoning all his strength to tighten his anus.
"Damn it…"
"Is this… a case of indigestion?"
The Grand Swordmaster's eyes scanned around. The heavy mist made it impossible to find a suitable place to relieve himself.
Besides, he felt immense pressure in his abdomen. Every step made the muscles in his anus contract uncontrollably.
The more he hesitated, the greater the pressure inside became.
In desperation,
he ignored everything else, planted his longsword firmly into the ground, and proceeded to relieve himself on the spot.
His eyes remained alert to his surroundings. A person was extremely vulnerable while doing their business, and if a Demon appeared now, he'd soil his pants.
Ten minutes later,
Alonso exhaled in relief.
