The World Is Their Playground 6

There was a short spell of silence as the leaders of Superhuman digested Draco's words. They mused that at the end of the day Draco was still just a youth. Trying to swallow up more benefits with such an excuse was quite average. 

Of course, that didn't mean it was illogical. It was perfectly fine to make such a demand, and the other Control masters Superhuman had poached from Supernatural had also done the same thing. 

It was only that with a young Control master, they expected him to be… magnanimous? Transient? Something like that. Basically, someone who had seen past materialistic wants and stood at the apex of humankind. 

But with how he was acting, he was basically just another human, one possessing a supreme talent. Not something to look down on him for, but still something worth musing over. 

The director smiled formally. "Then is there something specific you would like us to compensate you with, Mr. Draco?"