"Number 057, Reins of Thought... I didn't expect this to end up in your hands."
After examining the broken half of the reins in the hands of the Serpent Executive and identifying the origin of this anomalous object, the red-haired director couldn't help but frown:
"Did you just use it to attack Leon?"
"This wasn't an attack; I just helped broaden his mind a little."
After stealing a glance at the red-haired director's grim expression, the Serpent Executive, who rarely had the upper hand, couldn't help but smile:
"My brain might not be as sharp as yours, but I'm no fool. How could I not know this kid was secretly up to something against me? The reason I didn't resist upon discovering it was that when he targeted me, it also gave me a chance to influence him."
"So, what now?"
Looking at Leon, whose soul was stable but whose thoughts and consciousness were vaguely beginning to scatter, the red-haired director squinted and said:
