Chapter 33: Narrow Escape (1)
Rowan was overwhelmed by the pain in his lower regions, making his swollen cheeks a secondary concern. Clutching his aching manhood, he curled into a fetal position, tears streaming down his face.
’Looks like even heroes are vulnerable to low blows,’ Adrian shrugged and decided to make a break for it. ’I’m pretty sure this was Vincent’s doing. Too bad I can’t hang around to thank him for creating a distraction.’
Seeing how hurt Rowan was acting, it was unlikely the rest of the heroes would chase him instead of helping their fellow teammate.
Still, just in case, Adrian activated [Nemean Blessing] as he rushed out of the Church, hoping to negate any attacks that might come his way.
As Adrian expected, the elves rushed towards Rowan at snail-like speed to check his condition. The arrow had struck Rowan at the worst possible place and was lodged right in the middle of his personal asset.
"Damn... That looks painful," the males mumbled, not wishing for such an accident to happen even to their worst enemies. "But who shot the arrow?"
"It wasn’t the intruder, that’s for sure," Amelia responded. "He was too engrossed in slapping the prince to have done anything."
"Did he have a partner hiding somewhere?" Theron Hoofstride, a centaur, suggested.
Taking charge of the conversation, Rowan’s closest aide, Lyra Silverleaf, clapped twice to get everyone’s attention. "If anyone had noticed anything, please come forward. Even the most insignificant clue could be of help here."