Lord Rakshasa never turns away a request from Shinno—because he quite admires this young man's extreme thoughts and style.
When Rakshasa straightforwardly asked the purpose of his visit, Shinno cleared his throat and straightened his back even more.
"Lord Rakshasa, I'll get straight to the point."
"Could you use your power to help me procure 100... no, 150 bottles of fire oil?"
"Fire oil?" Rakshasa raised an eyebrow, a hint of surprise crossing his features.
Shimizu Eiichi mirrored Rakshasa's surprise on his face.
Scythe Weasel, who had been ignoring Shinno, now glanced at him with a meaningful look.
"Mr. Kamino," Rakshasa propped up his right arm to support his head, smiling gently, "what do you need so much fire oil for? Winter is still far away."
"Lord Rakshasa, you must have heard lately, haven't you? That Fox Monk and Cat Monk raided a den of smugglers and discovered a large amount of fire oil."
