"I hope this time, it'll give me and the old pals a good chance to stretch our muscles."
Albert picked up an entirely crimson potion from the ship's railing, bit off the cap, and poured it into his mouth. The warrior's features soon tensed up, and his skin turned visibly red at an alarming rate.
Ah! This sensation is so thrilling, even better than strong liquor.
He had stumbled upon this stuff during his arrival in the Valden Kingdom, where a noble highly recommended it to him, claiming the potion was made with Dragon Blood.
Initially, he was furious because he felt cheated; the concoction had none of the pungent, fiery kick typical of Dragon Blood products!
But Albert, who quickly belched a gout of fire from his throat, soon fell in love with this concoction called the Anger Potion.
Just as he usually did, he held his breath, letting the fiery surge rampage through his lungs and digestive tract.
Suddenly, he heard a warning from the Lady of Strategy:
