"Although the marriage contract Old Watsont drew up was harsh, killing his whole family was still very impolite."
Shade spoke softly. Doctor Schneider smiled.
"That really is your way of doing things. It's good that you didn't dirty your own hands. Just like in Louisa's Detective Hamilton Story Collection—he watched the man fall from the sea cliff, then turned and left without a word amid the cries of seagulls. If a detective ever became a killer, he might be the most elegant killer of all."
"Doctor, don't make fun of me."
Shade said. Doctor Schneider tossed him the small stone mirror he had been playing with.
"The demon remnant you wanted. Shade, please allow me to express my gratitude. Also, the demon had some other hidden possessions, and I sealed them all inside the mirror. But don't treat this as a long-term storage item. Demon remnants are even more terrifying than Relics."
"You don't need to thank me. I should be thanking you instead."
Shade put away the small mirror.
"Though I'd like to tell you about what happened tonight, and I'd also like to know exactly how Gothe died, I'm pressed for time."
He stood and put away the heart that had originally belonged to Haila. Though it had been dissected out by hand, its integrity had not been affected due to the special power within it.
In the Soul Cemetery on the third floor of Shade's home, sacrificing the "Heart of the Living Dead" could safely open a two-way door leading to True Death once. This was what the Heart of the Living Dead referred to. It was not simply the soul of someone resurrected; it also required the most passionate emotions and the saddest story.
"Doctor, I'm going upstairs to deal with something. Wait here for my