Wei’en looked at Mitra in surprise. ’Is she serious?’
Of the three choices he had just offered, the first—a Master-Servant Contract—and the third—death—were clearly not what he wanted.
His only goal had been for Mitra to choose the second option: to sign a contract of equals and help him gather intelligence on Ales.
’Isn’t that the best choice?’
"You’re sure?"
Mitra looked the young Wizard straight in the eye. Seeing the surprise on his face, the corners of her mouth curved up, and she actually began to laugh.
’This choice is quite unexpected, isn’t it?’
’In fact, I’m doing this on purpose.’
However, she hadn’t said it just to surprise Wei’en. It was the choice she had genuinely made after a few short minutes of consideration.
Although she was a Favored One of the Desire Sect, unlike the other Favored Ones, she had no faith to speak of in that Sovereign of Desire.
In fact, it was closer to loathing!
A disgusting god like that, one who only knew how to exploit people’s desires to achieve his goals—a dark, sordid deity—she loathed him from the very depths of her soul!
If her bloodline talent hadn’t involved the Desire Origin, causing her to be chosen by *those people* as a vessel for the Sovereign of Desire, she never would have joined the Desire Sect.
These, of course, were merely the prerequisites. Her ultimate decision to choose the Master-Servant Contract—to become a servant whose origin, soul, and life would be entirely under Wei’en’s control—was multi-faceted.
First was Wei’en’s age and power. Based on her knowledge of the Wizard World, Wizards who reached the rank of Great Mage at eighteen years of age could be counted on one hand.
With such talent, it was no exaggeration to say he was one hundred percent guaranteed to advance to the Legendary rank. His chances of progressing even further were much greater than those of other Extraordinaries.
Second, she had grown weary of her life in the Desire Sect. Finding someone with both power and talent to lead her out of her cage seemed like a good idea.
The third and final factor was a small measure of revenge against the Sovereign of Desire.
If, one day, that being awoke from his deep slumber and descended upon this world, only to discover his vessel was another’s servant, to be used as they pleased...
’Ohohoho, I’m sure the look on His face will be absolutely priceless!’
"Certain."
’Certain?’
Wei’en’s expression calmed. He gave Mitra a deep look, then took out a quill and began writing the contents of the Master-Servant Contract on the first sheet of parchment.
He was well aware that, compared to a contract of equals, a Master-Servant Contract granted much stronger control over a person.
But he had initially aimed only for a contract of equals, as he thought it was highly unlikely Mitra would choose the Master-Servant Contract.
After all, no one wants to hand over complete control of themselves to someone else.
Of course, he wasn’t about to refuse having the Favored One of a god become his servant.
’How interesting, isn’t it?’
"Your name?"
"Mitra Mildred Blavens."
"By the oracle of the ancient God of Contract, Yog Fred, Wei’en Loft shall become the master of Mitra Mildred Blavens, controlling her origin, soul, spirit, and body..."
As Mitra watched him, her face seemed to glow, radiating a crystalline light.
’Not just anyone would dare take a god’s Favored One, their vessel, as a slave...’
’In that regard, Wei’en really was different from other people.’
’A lack of reverence for the gods?’
’Or absolute confidence in his own power?’
Whatever the reason, she was starting to feel that she had made the right choice.
At this thought, the fear in Mitra’s eyes as she looked at Wei’en disappeared, and her tense body relaxed.
She even found herself in the mood to observe his features—black hair and crimson eyes, a high nose bridge, and a delicate face. He wasn’t exceptionally handsome, but she could see the determination in his expression.
’Not bad...’
"It’s done. Leave your origin signature."
After he finished writing, Wei’en left his name and a wisp of his origin on the contract, then pushed the parchment toward her.
"Alright."
Mitra didn’t pick up the parchment. Without even looking at it, she left her origin signature upon it, her eyes reflecting Wei’en’s figure as a bewitching smile played on her lips.
[Under the witness of the God of Contract, Yog Fred, you have signed a Master-Servant Contract with Mitra Mildred Blavens of the Desire Sect. Evaluation: The Favored One of a god? A slave? That fool, Mitra, haha... Special Reward: Survival Points +10, Spirit Level +1, Resilience Level +1.]
[Your attention from the God of Contract, Yog Fred, has increased by 1021. Current Rank: 95. Evaluation: Hahaha, Yog Fred is watching the show, too. Special Reward: Origin +5.]
At the same time the prompts appeared on his panel, Wei’en sensed a figure faintly appearing before his eyes, casting its gaze upon him.
The figure wore a dark gold robe. From beneath the robe, countless crystalline, luminous arms spread out, forming a circle. Each palm held up a thumb-sized scale, as if displaying the authority he commanded over fairness, justice, and contracts.
His form was illusory and ethereal, as if it were the superposition of countless identical bodies, fractured like innumerable overlapping spaces. It was also as if he were constantly projecting his image outward, rushing back and forth.
Between those arms was a massive head. Its crimson eyes were wide and round, its nose was long with a tip like a sharp sword, and its lips were so thick they looked like two enormous sausages hanging on either side of its nose.
’The God of Contract?’
Wei’en was certain this was the God of Contract, the one whose attention toward him had increased so dramatically. ’So this is what he looks like?’
Compared to the twisted grotesquerie of the Lord of Despair, the sanctity of the Lord of Dawn, and the flamboyance of Lady Storm... the image of this God of Contract completely upended his expectations.