"You know, last night was really extreme."
Facing Leon's shocked expression, the Red-haired Director took a swig of alcohol and explained with a helpless look:
"In the 'Thirty-two Guards' there are a few responsible for guarding souls, and my soul was forcibly pulled out of my body, so those teeth and my soul were constantly in conflict. They might have received some damage and stirred a bit."
"…"
Although it sounds a bit outrageous, it seems... reasonably plausible?
Having rested a bit and being somewhat curious about the Red-haired Director's situation, Leon leaned over and asked:
"But I'm not good at repairing abnormal objects; how can I help you check your teeth?"
"You don't need to repair, just reach out and feel them."
The Red-haired Director lay lazily on the sofa, looking tired:
"Fortunately, Mr. Taurus has returned safely. You help me check in advance which of the 'Thirty-two Guards' have been damaged; it'll be easier when I ask her to fix my teeth later."
