Of course, if Charlotte formed the contract, she would just have to prepare herself to join the maid corps!
"Ahem… what strange things am I thinking about?"
Phield patted his head, clearing away the stray thoughts before letting out a long breath. Recently, every Divine Chosen he had encountered seemed to carry deep resentment, as if forming a contract with them was equivalent to asking for their lives.
"I…"
Charlotte clenched her fists. She desperately wanted to refuse, but that red-hot iron weapon was right beside her, radiating a terrifying aura. The moment she imagined what it might do, cold sweat immediately trickled down her back. Then she looked at Phield's expressionless face. After struggling for a long time, she finally nodded meekly.
"I agree," Charlotte said through gritted teeth. "But… but I also have a condition."
"Alright. Let's hear it." Now that the matter was settled, Phield was curious about why she had been so determined to avoid being contracted.
