"Don't worry... William can only use his mouth," Hill said with a smile. "He's somewhat in a shared consciousness with the God of Time and Space, who is a very rigid person. William really has no private space, so he often says things recklessly."
Lynn's expression was sluggish as he tried to understand Hill's words. What does it mean to only have a mouth...
Then, following Hill's latter words, his mouth was left agape, unable to close for a while.
He quickly shook his head, unable to resist glancing at Hill. No wonder William spoke so casually; it seemed both sides were already used to it.
Hill didn't care about Lynn's gaze; he casually said, "You know how sharp the Undead Tribe's mouths are. As their leader, William's mouth is the sharpest of the sharp. When he talks, just listen to the key points; don't bother with the extras."
