Shade did not stop the other man from entertaining the idea of having an undead army. After all, even if he had an army of Corpse Ghouls and Water Ghosts, it would be The Church's problem to stop them.
"But I cannot give it to you yet. It still has other uses for me."
The corpse attendant approached carrying a tray, upon which lay one-third of a skull. The bone was vastly different from a human skull, at least twice the size of a normal human head. However, since it was incomplete, Shade could not tell what it would look like whole.
"I know it does not belong to me, so please allow me to return it to you after the Chosen One Ritual."
The diviner continued speaking. Shade did not try to snatch it away, since the Priest had said that everything at present was an illusion. He merely treated it as though he had eaten Hallucinogenic Mushrooms.
"Do you know who this bone should belong to?"
Shade asked. The diviner gently shook his head.
"In my daughter's Bone Repository, I placed some bones, hoping she could sleep peacefully. Presumably, the bone fragments and finger bones taken by the Grave Robbers drew your friend here. This world has far too many secrets. Even I am not omniscient. Among those still alive, I believe the closest to omniscience is probably the mad Sir Legenes Presia."
He suddenly stopped speaking and turned to look to the side. The dancing corpses gradually parted, creating a straight path amid the music. At the end of that path appeared Priest Augustus, standing with his hands behind his back.
Shade guessed that the Priest was not an illusion. Otherwise, the solemn expression on the diviner's face was far too convincing.
"This skull that does not