Shard nodded and placed the box on the windowsill. Even if it was a cherished supernatural item, a demon creation must not be kept; it needed to be destroyed.
"I can see that your desire is not limited to this. What else do you want?"
The old musician asked again, and Shard thought for a moment:
"How about power? Just say anything, and people will follow suit."
The demon nodded, agreeing with this view, and handed Shard a golden cufflink from its sleeve:
"Wear this and then go speak in public. People will be convinced by your opinions and will follow you. Perhaps you can start at the tavern."
"Very nice."
Shard nodded again, catching a glimpse of Dr. Schneider already entering from the doorway. The doctor's speed was much faster than his, and at this moment, he had already noticed who Shard was talking to.
"But your desire is still not just this. Speak openly, young man, what do you want most?"
The demon continued to ask with a smile.
