"Who are you?"
"Doyle Devis."
"Keep this letter and give it to the person I mentioned..."
"Tsk tsk, so ugly... Sculpt your toys prettier, you poor creature trapped in the past, hehe..."
The young knight had a voice that was youthful and playful, mixed with a gloomy and cold environment, flashing in his mind in the form of constantly interwoven memory fragments.
"Doyle Devis..."
"Cough cough..."
The young knight's voice was extremely hoarse; in the darkness, he kept coughing and felt as though a giant foreign object was stuck in his throat.
"Cough cough, cough!"
After coughing twice more, the foreign object was expelled by him, seemingly falling to the ground with a sound of metal hitting a wooden plank.
"I..."
Only then did the young knight realize he couldn't seem to open his eyes at all.
"Doyle Devis?"
That guy again?
What was the relationship between the young knight and him?
Rogel's brow furrowed slightly.
