"Ah hahaha!"
As soon as they were kicked out of the cemetery, the red-haired director, whose face was flushed crimson, couldn't help but burst into laughter. While laughing, he vigorously patted Leon on the back.
"Good grief! That old Third Generation's expression when watching your forging was as if you were cooking something foul in his rice pot, his face turned blue!"
"..."
"Ah hahaha, oh no, I can't take it anymore, I really can't!"
Putting an arm around Leon's shoulder, the red-haired director leaned against him, trying to mimic the square-headed old man's face. He gasped for breath between fits of laughter, saying,
"That old Third Generation... haha... although... although he's not a bad guy, that mouth of his is really annoying!
Taurus His Excellency is such a nice person, but every time that old guy sees her, his first question is always when she might die. I've long wanted to teach him a lesson! Ah hahaha!"
