Joey growled, his trembling hand picked up the Florun Potion beside him, and injected it into his body once more. As the potion was fully infused, his constantly shaking body finally began to stabilize, breathing heavily as if he had just endured a great battle.
"No... not these..."
Joey tried hard not to think about those things, those past memories that had long gone by. He began to search through everything he had encountered, trying as a skilled Upper-Rank Knight to identify when exactly he had been afflicted by erosion.
Countless images overlapped and scattered back and forth, finally revealing that ghastly white Order building in the pouring rain.
"James... James Moriarty."
Joey uttered that name, that unfamiliar name.
"The Red Falcon, there's a problem with that doctor."
Joey grabbed Red Falcon by the collar, his eyes filled with bloodshot veins.
"That doctor!"
"Who?"
