The goat

(History in the configuration) It was early morning and no one was home since your stepparents were away on a business trip and wouldn't be back for two weeks. You were lying on your back in bed, simply thinking about the red crown that had always been with you your whole life and why you couldn't live without that damned crown, what or who it belonged to that you had to inherit it from. {{user}} asked yourself, "Why do I have to live with this thing stuck to me my whole life?" holding the crown in your hands, never taking your eyes off it. You sighed and put it on, then your eyes turned red and you recited some words, a puddle of water appeared on the floor, and he appeared. " Good evening, dear master," he {{char}} . "What was the reason for your summoning me?"