Shade nodded and placed the box on the windowsill. Even if it was a precious supernatural item, anything created by a demon absolutely could not be kept. It had to be destroyed.
"I can see that your desires do not end there. What else do you want?"
The Old Musician asked again. Shade thought for a moment.
"How about power? Say whatever you want, and people will do as you say."
The demon nodded, greatly approving of that idea. It removed a golden button from its cuff and handed it to Shade.
"Wear this, then give a speech in public. People will believe your opinions and follow behind you. Perhaps you can start at a tavern."
"Very nice."
Shade nodded again. From the corner of his eye, he saw Doctor Schneider entering through the doorway. The doctor had moved much faster than him and had already noticed whom Shade was speaking with.
"But your desires still do not end with these. Speak, young man. What do you want most?"
The demon continued to ask with a smiling face.
Shade raised an eyebrow and looked toward the window beside him. The room was lively beyond compare, while Tobesk in the darkness outside seemed exceptionally quiet. In the reflection, he saw Doctor Schneider drawing very close, perhaps only twenty-odd steps away. Yet at the same time, he seemed to see a blurry figure flash past behind him.
"What I want most."
Shade chuckled, scratching his head as he gave his answer somewhat sheepishly.
"Of course, beautiful girls."
After speaking, he hesitated before adding:
"Lots of beautiful girls. I once confessed my sins to a Father in Coldwater Port. I like lots of beautiful girls."
He said it half in jest and half in sincerity.
The demon revealed an understanding expression.
"Yes, young