The Scientist of Monster Creation, forcefully Hired

“Hello miss Chloe, I am here to request a Creature made from pure Shadow, if possible.”

”I refuse. And when you ask, to bothersome.”

Waylon gives of an affirming hum that he understand. 
He hoped to be able to gauge what she can do and what not. 
What surprised him it that she can do it, but it would be bothersome.

Well, he doesn’t has any point of reference for such things, so getting a good grasp would be difficult. 
Next is her pose. She doesn’t practice any martial arts, but at least doesn’t look physically helpless. 
Her Mana is good, but less what he would expect.

Then, there is the Room. 
He gets an ominous feeling from it. 
Since he doesn’t have such a superb Mana sense as Robert, he can only guess its limitations.

His own guess is that an army openly coming in would be at great disadvantage. 
The room just seems to be too powerful. 
On the other Hand, it seems it depends on Chloe to utilise the Room.

He isn’t going to attack to prove himself wrong. 
It would be unimaginable stupid. 
But he is interest of there is some kind of failsafe.

The Room is probably made from the Divine. 
That something would happen if he shows hostile intent would be the least surprising. 
He may even explode in tiny pieces the second he decides to attack.

But he came here to commission something, not gawk. 
He is has a list of potential Monster he would like to try. 
Further Monster for attacking and that can hide, that the general outline he wants.

”So, would a Monster which can cover itself in Darkness work?”

”Sure.”

“Oh great, I would the commission one like that.”

”Sure sure, 7000 Gold as Prepayment.”

”…”

Chloe holds out here hand and makes a gesture with it. 
She didn’t even look properly up to him, just demanding the Money. 
He is convinced that she will bring the entire Dungeon Master Economy in the Rabbit Hole of Capitalism.

“Here, the Prepayment. 
How expensive can I expect to be the actual Product?”

”Dunno, and what is your next topic?”

”Oh, how did you guess.”

”You dealt with the commission pretty much in Hurry, like it would just be the starting Topic. 
Have nothing better then the Premonition that you gave me.”

“Oh, more attentive then one might think form your behaviour.”

She isn’t any better then a Human he sometimes met. 
Flaunting their abilities like that. 
Worst is, she probably said everything, not keeping a thing secret.

She isn’t stupid, and they aren’t really in a position were he can leverage over her. 
So even with is knowledge now about her, not much will probably change. 
Even though he expected more from her.

“So, how do you plan to deal with the Army that’s approaching you?”

”Nothing. Not like they can do something against me.”

Saying that, something weird happened. 
A Box with some Kind of snack appeared. 
They were in shapes of pretzels, hearts and stars, but coated in chocolate.

Chloe began to eat them, looking quite looks she endow herself. 
From the crumbs that fall down, it’s seems to be some kind of baked good. 
But he fails to put the things together that just happened.

”Layla, would you also like some?”

”Yes, please.”

Chloe offered Layla some and she gladly accepts. 
While she also seems to wonder how she got them, she doesn’t seem to overthink it. 
But Waylon got kicked out of his Game.

How? That wasn’t Space Magic. 
He would rather Mistake a Silver Dragon and Behemoth descendant with a Goldfish before not noticing Space Magic. 
But it just appeared. Just like that.

In the End, he must reason that it’s either some kind of privilege or part of the System. 
She is confined here, so such an addition would make sense. 
Now the Question, what kind of sweet is that.

He likes Good food, but in a normal way. 
Okay, maybe abnormal for Shades who don’t eat, but not more then a sapient race. 
So he also took one and and tasted it.

He finds out that it’s Gingerbread, coated with brown Chocolate. 
It’s good, but the Gingerbread is a bit of surprise. 
Since it’s not so dry and plenty airy, but still pretty good, he tries to remember if he tasted something similar.

He sees some kind of scribble on the Box. 
Maybe the Name or the Brand, so probably also commercialised. 
But he can’t read the script.

He knows there should still be some continents out there that are unexplored from the perspective of the Lands he came from. 
The Dungeon Master he can meet are mixed from everywhere, also such continents. 
But he doesn’t like social interactions, and never thought he would need at least the knowledge to recognise different scripts.

“Hmm, they are good. What are they?”

”Soft Gingerbreads.”

”That’s it?”

”Well, there is also the Brand an so on, but it doesn’t have a grand Name.”

Layla answered his Question, in a way. 
But his Question still remains. 
How is she going to handle the assault?

“What do you plan to do when Robert’s little Pawns storm in and try to kill you?”

”Sit back and relax.”

Waylon just gave it an affirming Nod, seeing how the room alone would be plenty Powerful. 
And the Snack is good. 
They are already at the third package, and he isn’t tired of it yet.

“Hey, what do you even plan for the Monster I commissioned?”

”A Lizard, roughly the Length of an upper arm. 
Some kind of suction Cups and so on. 
I have to think if I want them to make actual damage or give them something annoying.”

”How would you plan to make them do Damage? 
Actual Damage against armoured individual and so on, I mean.”

”Just joking, knowing me, they will have something annoying. 
But probably not Poison, since it would be kinda boring.”

He finds himself agreeing. 
Such a big creature trying to ambush someone with Poison would be kinda disappointing. 
And she thinks herself she can do better.

”The best result i can achieve would probably something like messing one’s orientation of the Body.”

”Oh? Any specific plans?”

”Would you understand?”

Waylon know when he gets told not to ask in polite. 
But he wants to know. 
Her talking until now was like teasing him!