You want to rule the world?

"Would you like to make a deal with me?"

Lathel stared at the black box resting on the counter.

The red-violet patterns across Pandora's surface still gave off a faint glow, while the lock at the front had somehow opened on its own. A thin line of violet light leaked through the gap beneath the lid, causing the newly opened mana pathway inside his body to tremble continuously.

A deal.

Just hearing those words was enough to make Lathel feel that nothing good was going to come from this.

He raised both hands. With one, he pointed toward Pandora. With the other, he mimed placing something in his palm before exchanging it for something else.

His meaning was simple.

'What do you want in return?'

Pandora remained silent for several seconds.

Then the woman inside the box suddenly spoke in an extremely serious voice.

"I understand."

Lathel was slightly surprised.

She actually understood?

"You want power."