After eating, Lancel realized another problem.
"I need to use the bathroom."
"Ah, it's over there."
"Thanks."
The problem, however, was that he had difficulty walking, much less even standing on his own to feet properly.
He tried to move, but the moment he did, pain flared through his joints and bones, painful enough to make him stop.
Even attempting to control his body with telekinesis proved difficult. While he could force his limbs to move, the sensation of his bones and joints straining didn't disappear.
In fact, it only made it worse.
"...Should I help you with that too?" Fiore asked, her voice turning noticeably bashful.
"Could you…?"
Even Lancel felt a hint of embarrassment, but at this point, he didn't really have a choice. It only dawned on him now that he hadn't relieved himself for two weeks.
