"If it's not what we're looking for, we won't take it away. You have my word on that."
"No need to pledge your word, I trust you. From the four questions you just asked, you're the most upright person I've met... Are you really not the Saint Heir of some fallen Old God?"
Miss Beath asked with a smile, but she knew it was impossible.
Shard shook his head:
"Since you trust me so much, let's split this thing evenly."
Shard firmly controlled his own cat, then carefully placed the withered yellow phalanx bone he had been clutching in his hand onto the table:
"You stopped the person using the Relic, I discovered this Relic, so we'll split the ownership of this item. Now tell me what this Relic is. Does it really possess the trait of granting Immortality?"
Shard exhaled deeply, the cat's tail brushing against his chin:
"I'm very curious."
