A week had passed since Lucius had completed his mission. The Garran city was still in chaos like usual.
Suddenly, a commotion appeared. A frail old man was thrown out of his own home. His belongings were scattered across the stone pavement.
The man who did this soon came out. The people immediately knew who he was. It was Kalidorn Garran, the son of the ruler of this city.
He walked to the old man angrily. He grabbed the collar of the old man. "How can you not know what's wrong with me?"
The old doctor could only shake his head. He tried to calm down Kalidorn. "My lord, I-I have examined you thoroughly. There's no medical explanation for... for this condition."
Kalidorn slammed the old man to the ground. "No explanation? My manhood has shrunk—shrunk—by a full one half-centimeter!"
He gestured wildly at his manhood. "It was already... modest, but now it's even smaller! How do you explain that?"
