Although Schiller's consciousness was still in the conscious mind right now, he could still feel the mental world boiling at that moment—what was that supposed to mean, the High Tower had hopped in place?
Schiller took a deep breath and tried hard to make himself look a little sadder. Fortunately, Anatoly was more familiar with Schiller's morbidity and did not know Agent all that well. He was currently immersed in his own thoughts and had no time to observe Schiller's emotions, while Schiller could freely observe his.
The slight pity was that Agent was not skilled in the Psychoanalytic Method, and his perception of emotional fluctuations was not that sharp. Even so, he could tell that Anatoly was not grieving. He was merely a little dazed, as if he had fallen into reminiscence. Schiller could not be certain whether, in his memories, the most important protagonist was the Soviet Union or Lucifer.
After a long while, he came back to himself and asked, "Where did you get it?"
"Constantine from the Main Universe gave it to me."
"Lucifer stuffed it into his brain?"
"Not quite," Schiller said. "Lucifer lost a bet and gave the thing to Constantine. Constantine originally wanted to use it to make a magic tool, but he found that the power on it was too weak, so he kept it at the bottom of a chest until he recently dug it out."
"You went to him for it?"
"Of course not. How would I have known he had it? During the previous multiverse war, he tricked Batman, and Batman wanted to treat him, so he locked him up in a mental hospital. He tried to find ways to run out, but kept failing, so he wanted to dabble in some crooked methods."
"Incidentally," Schiller paused, then continued,