Tires would be convenient in various ways, so he would try making them when he got back.

And so, Vandalieu reversed the Titans’ aging while telling them that he was performing physical examinations. They had wasted two hundred years of their lives. This was a service he was doing them so that they could live enough to make up for that.

Vandalieu had gained their permission, albeit in an indirect way, so it was probably fine.

“This massage, do people ever tell you that they feel younger afterwards? I feel a hundred years younger, seriously.”

Things were going like this.

Vandalieu couldn’t complete the task for all of them in two days, so he was planning to do the rest along the way. This also acted as training to his Mana pool, so it was killing two birds with one stone.