"Although the marriage contract Old Watsont set up is harsh, killing the whole family is still quite impolite."
Shard said softly, and the doctor chuckled:
"That's just your way of doing things, which is good, no dirtying your hands. Like in Luisa's 'Hamilton Detective Stories'—he watched the man fall off the sea cliff, then turned and left without a word amidst the cries of the seagulls. If a detective ever became an assassin, perhaps they would be the most elegant assassin."
"Doctor, please don't mock me."
Shard said, as Dr. Schneider tossed the small stone mirror he was fiddling with to Shard:
"The demon remains you wanted. Shard, allow me to express my gratitude. Additionally, this demon had some other private stash, all sealed in the mirror by me. However, don't treat this as a long-term space item, demon remains are even scarier than relics."
"No need to thank me, rather I should thank you."
Shard put away that door:
