#When I returned, my family was ruined (246)
A smile appeared on a face made of flames. I thought this might be the first time I saw it since signing the contract. I’ve shown laughter, but it’s never been directed at me.
I was embarrassed for a moment.
Ysera said with her head slightly lowered.
“…How have you been?”
[Well, it’s always the same for me. Isn’t that actually what the spirit world is like? There are no major changes, and there are no interesting events.]
Lorotia, who was looking around, glanced at the pile of mana stones.
[Wow, you’ve collected a lot. I must have used some strength.]
“It’s a contract with the monarch.”
It is a contract with a monarch that will rarely be paid in royalties. In such a situation, there would be no more absurd situation than if you died because you did not have enough mana to make a contract.
Lorotia nodded at Ysera’s words.
[At that level, you won’t run out of mana. Still, I know how to protect my own body.]
Lorotia continued speaking toward the silent Ysera.
[I’ve been thinking about it quite a bit over the past time. To be honest, your talent wasn’t that exciting to me.]
It won’t be enough. Even Isera acknowledged that. Isn’t the opponent a spirit lord?
[Compared to the duke, it is not enough. Weak and truly delicate. The duke probably hunted that tyrant alone.]
“…What do you want to say?”
Ysera’s tone suddenly became sharp. Because of his lack of talent, the duke ultimately moved alone.
In the end, it was a victory, but the duke did not suffer any damage. Because I suffered quite serious internal injuries. It was a wound that could not be easily healed even by a mid-level water spirit.
In the end, healing ended up being a stopgap measure. It was all because of my own shortcomings.
Ysera had a sense of shame and guilt about him. To the point where I became desperately tied to my contract with the monarch.
[I think I should at least tell you why my mind suddenly changed.]
Isera’s eyes slowly turned red.
It was a fact that I had guessed to some extent. At least the reason the monarch wants to make a contract with him is not because he likes him. However, what I guessed and it becoming completely true were quite different stories.
“…Does the monarch not like me that much?”
[It’s not that I particularly dislike it, but it’s just similar to other humans.]
“But why are you talking to me like that? “Did you really want to disgrace the contractor?”
The contracted spirit and spirit priest had no choice but to be together for a long time, whether they liked it or not. They say that there is nothing good about making each other blush.
Even if it is a monarch with more power than anyone else.
It was then.
Lorothia’s eyes narrowed. Soon, a line was drawn around her mouth. It was a smile that somehow gave off a friendly feeling.
[Know your topic.]
[He’s incompetent, but isn’t he just greedy?]
“Have you said everything now?”
[Did I say something wrong?]
Ysera’s face was blank.
At best, he thought it was a spirit that showed a somewhat cold attitude toward him. But what exactly is the attitude shown now?
They did not even expect respect for the contractor.
Even so, this…
It was to the point where it became difficult to look at the burning corners of his mouth any longer.
[Weak and pathetic spiritist. Even if you make a contract with me, you won’t be able to achieve what you hoped for.]
[Did you think you could handle me if you made a true contract? Your talent is sorely lacking, so you will never be able to handle my power.]
There were numerous differences between the provisional contract and the formal contract. Still, one thing was certain. Of course, a formally contracted spirit is easy to summon and cooperate with.
So, although I may not have enough talent to handle a monarch, I thought that if I succeeded in this contract, I would be able to summon Lorotia.
Then, of course, I would be able to help the duke.
I definitely thought so…
Lorotia’s words shocked her as if she had been hit on the head with a hammer. A cold and cold tone flowed from the corner of his burning mouth.
So it felt like it was piercing my lungs. A chill ran down my spine. If that was true…
even if I made a contract with the monarch, nothing would change. Then, the role of the burden will remain unchanged.
Or rather, the duke might have expressed his disappointment. They might give you a chillingly cold look, as if they never dreamed it would be so useless.
Ysera’s body trembled. It felt like my head was submerged in mud. An unpleasant stickiness was eating away at my entire body.
“…Is it true? “Can you say that even with your own name on it?”
[then. This is a fact that can be said in the name of Lorotia. If you think you can handle me just because you sign a contract now, you are truly mistaken.]
Sera’s face turned as white as a sheet of paper. It won’t help again. It will continue to move away. Then it will be forgotten. Hope disappeared like a mirage, giving way to distant despair.
[The difference comes from birth. So it was really disappointing. If the duke was a spiritist, he would have been able to summon a better spirit than anyone else.]
“Then why on earth did you want to make a contract with me? They said they couldn’t handle it forever! Why on earth would such an incompetent spiritist…”
[Because of your incompetence, you didn’t use the Duke’s power every time you called me. They are already on an arduous journey, so that burden should be reduced. That’s why. If you make a contract, you will be able to summon me yourself.]
The only reason you want to make a contract is to easily perform the summoning ritual?
Ysera’s face turned blank. It took my breath away just to imagine what would happen in the future if I finished the contract like this.
I’m sure there will be words of congratulations.
But what’s the use of summoning it if you can’t even properly fight it?
If this was going to be the case, it would have been better not to even try to sign a contract.
Because there are times when it is better to have no hope than to have a flimsy hope.
“At best…just for that reason…”
[Aren’t you so half-hearted that you can’t even do that?]
Isera’s complexion turned swarthy at the sharp words that pierced her lungs. The most miserable thing was my own inability to refute even a word of those words.
[Well, I said it a little harshly, but if you train for a long time, you might be able to handle me a little. At least the summoning time might be longer?]
In the end, isn’t it possible to provide direct help to the duke?
It was extremely miserable. Isn’t this what Ilya felt in the past?
[So when will the contract start?]
“…Is there really no way? At least… there is a way that can be more helpful than that…”
I couldn’t even tell what he was saying. But one thing was certain. I felt it instinctively. I think these words might stimulate Lorotia.
Considering the attitude Lorotia had shown towards the Duke so far, it was only natural. At the very least, wouldn’t you want to provide some direct help rather than such trivial help? Because to the duke, it was a warmer spirit than anyone else.
Their eyes met. While staring blankly at the burning pupils.
said the monarch.
[I’ll say it again, your talent is woefully lacking. However, it does not mean that there is no way.]
“If there is a way…”
[It is not easy to overturn a talent that has been engraved in you since birth. Unless the object using that talent is reversed or the soul is completely changed.]
The object is reversed or the soul changes? Ysera trembled when she heard those words. This was because such stories were usually found only in black magic books.
“Are you really saying that I should give my body to you?”
[To be precise, it is borrowing.]
[okay. So that I can breathe My strength into your soul. You probably know about Advent, right? Because you must have used it through Ignis.]
“Of course I know.”
[When you become half-as-one, you completely hand over control of your soul and body to me. Then, I will be able to use my power to my heart’s content.]
“No way, you are trying to take my body…”
Lorotia smiled as if she was amused by those words.
[What are you going to do by completely robbing me of your body? If you do something wrong, you could be tied to the earthly world forever. That is why the expression borrow is used.]
Isera was lost in thought.
When descending a spirit, the spiritist naturally had control over the body. The same would be true of the soul.
Please hand it over.
Under normal circumstances, I would have definitely refused. But it was different now. I didn’t want to be treated like this. This was especially true for the duke.
If only I could be of help to him…
‘I’ll borrow it…’
The idea that control of the soul and body was handed over to the spirits during the state of descent was something I had never heard of before. Because he is a great being with the title of monarch, he can utilize such special abilities.
‘It’s not like it will be taken away forever anyway.’
Lorothia’s rebuttal seemed reasonable at first glance. To put it bluntly, there was no reason for that great being to do something like that to him.
If it was a duke, I don’t know. If he had such amazing talent, even a monarch would have been greedy.
But he is different. Perhaps the monarch came up with such a proposal to provide direct help to the duke. With good intentions.
It was a shame that I couldn’t take initiative on my own, but I could handle it if I could help.
“…great. “Let’s do that.”
[It’s a bold choice. Is there anything else you want to ask?]
“…I can get my body back, right?”
[When the state of descent is lifted. It will be returned naturally at that time.]
“Then, when in that descending state, you can deal with monsters like the ruler?”
“It’s a byproduct of the outer ruler you saw last time.”
[It’s not difficult.]
“Then let’s make a contract.”
Soon, Ysera’s mana began to flow through the spirit contract. No one could stop the progress of a contract once it had begun. As if a contract had been written and stamped.
The magic circle glowed blue. The mana stones that had piled up like a mountain began to evaporate in an instant.
“I, Ysera Fractal, swear by a sacred oath that I will proceed with a contract with the elemental lord in front of me. Lorotia, do you accept the contract?”
[I accept it.]
At that moment, the magic circle, which had changed from blue to pale blue, completely lost its light.