Cure?

As Kiba finished whispering confidential details, the jaws of everyone in the room dropped. They silently eyed Kurtis and saw smoke escaping his ears.

"This is bad."

Lord Harley's eyes narrowed.

Meanwhile, Kiba 'misunderstood' the bright red complexion of Kurtis. To assure Kurtis there was no need to be embarrassed or thankful, Kiba said, "As a doctor, it is my duty to help. So please, don't feel that you owe me a favor."

"Owe you?!"

Kurtis couldn't believe the words he was hearing. They were beyond his capacity to handle, and his body started shaking in anger.

His anger, in turn, stirred the natural laws, causing the air to transform into a blazing firestorm. The firestorm consumed the container in his hand, which also destroyed the priceless Rank VIII pill inside.

But he didn't care. He wasn't some impotent bastard that needs the help of this pill, no matter how precious!