"Is this... is this ours?!"
Looking at the transparent tote bag handed over by the red-haired director, with its hidden contents of one stick and two balls, the black goat couldn't help but scream. It then pushed Leon aside and joyously rushed forward.
"It's back! It's all back! We... ah!"
"..."
By the look of him, he was genuinely elated beyond words.
Leon glanced at the black goat, which had been caught in mid-air by several strands of Slaughter Blood Hair and bound tightly, and couldn't help but slightly shake his head. With a rare moment of kindness, he offered some advice:
"Let it go, Director. It's understandable that it's a bit over the top after waiting so many years to gather all its goat bits."
"Alright, whatever you say~"
After hearing Leon's advice, the director, having restored her red hair, nodded and controlled the Slaughter Blood Hair to release the black goat. Then she tossed the shopping bag over and cheerfully inquired:
