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Presumptuous Contract_2

708: 491.

Presumptuous Contract_2

Don’t let her youthful, seemingly plush and cute appearance fool you—she had already completed her full Magic Equipment transformation.

The metal content in her body was seriously off the charts, and her weight had reached a terrifying figure.

If it weren’t for her constant use of Anti-gravity Magic to offset her weight, this Hover Car would have probably crashed due to being overloaded.

Tsk, I suddenly realize that she and Sophia are truly crouching tigers and hidden dragons; each of them embodies one of the two biggest taboos for girls—one being weight, the other, age.

Caught up in these thoughts, Dorothy’s rage had almost dissipated.

She took another look at the Evil Breed Little Lolita opposite her, then began to take out a piece of parchment and started drafting a contract.

Given her inherently troublesome nature, I just can’t trust her.

She may seem docile now, but it’s hard to say if she’ll stay that way in the future, so adding some restrictions is probably for the best.

Isn’t her favorite thing to strike contracts with others?

Then let her be contracted.

The Homebody Witch quickly drafted a standard Slave Deed and tossed it to the one opposite her.

“Sign your name,” she said indifferently.

Dorothy was never fond of such Slave Deeds.

Even when gathering familiars and a Servant Army, she used equal contracts.

But now, she had come to understand that this Evil Breed only needed a little sunshine to blossom; if you’re slightly kind to her, not only would she not be grateful, but she’d also think you’re easy to bully.

She’s the type that loves pointing guns at good people.

Finally free from the mechanical arms, Artie rubbed her hands and then took the parchment to read.

At a glance, her eyes widened in disbelief.

“This isn’t the same as the game rules we agreed on before.

We just said I’d be your lackey, right?

We can use my contract.

I never break a contract,” Artie said. free𝑤ebnovel.com

Because she no longer felt the cold, life-threatening danger, Little Lolita felt confident again, attempting to haggle.

However, she wasn’t lying this time.

She truly never broke a contract.

Since she had lost their previous game of hide-and-seek, of course, she’d be a qualified ornament.

So…

“Drawing up another Slave Deed is simply an insult to my dignity.” (This was a lie.)

Artie argued vehemently.

To this, Dorothy simply narrowed her eyes slightly, looking at the Little Lolita who was causing trouble again.

“Fine, fine, I admit I don’t have any dignity.

I’ll sign it, so why the hostility?”

Artie shrank back, then, without changing her expression, she bit her finger and signed her grand name on the parchment.

Only when she felt the contract take effect did the Homebody Witch breathe a sigh of relief.

“I’ve finally tossed this ticking time bomb into the blast pit.

Now I can be a bit more at ease.”

Dorothy thought to herself and then beckoned with her hand; the signed Contract Book flew back into her hands.

The Homebody Witch opened the Contract Book, glanced at it casually, and then…

Her eyes suddenly widened, and she stood up in disbelief.

Damn it, what did I just see in this Contract Book?

On the signature line of that parchment contract, several scrawled, dog’s crawl-like ugly characters shone back at her, the name freshly signed by the Evil Breed Little Lolita.

The handwriting didn’t matter; what mattered was the name formed by those characters, which seemed so familiar.

Astimos.

It was a name known to everyone in Witch World, a name known to all.

For it represented the current Supreme Ruler of Witch World, the creator of Magic Network, the ruler of Abyssal Hell, the eternal co-monarch of all Demons, the Guardian God of Contracts and Commerce, the master of pleasure and art, and the King of Conspiracies—the Lord Demon King.

Fuck, did I just force the Lord Demon King to sign a Slave Deed?

At this moment, the Homebody Witch felt her scalp tingle and a cold sweat break down her back.

She couldn’t shake the feeling that the next second a bolt of divine lightning might strike her down for her audacious crime, or perhaps a giant finger would descend from the skies to squash her as easily as an ant.

After all, according to unreliable information circulated on the Magic Network, the great Witch King was not as magnanimous as one would expect of a ruler; instead, she was vengeful, with a tit-for-tat nature.

Moreover, she was known to exact revenge without delay, on the very same night if necessary.

Now Dorothy could only hope that everything in this Witch’s Night was isolated from the outside world, so the great Witch King wouldn’t pay attention to such trivial matters, right?

Because the issue was too significant, the Homebody Witch was trying to evade it internally.

Although she was very aware that a powerhouse like the Witch King was definitely capable of omniscience.

If you called her name anywhere in the world, she would definitely become aware.

Not to mention this wasn’t just calling out a name; it was the signing of a Slave Deed.

Well, I’m doomed, absolutely doomed.

Dorothy closed her eyes, wondering if she should just resign herself to a peaceful death.

I thought kicking the God King in the backside was the height of disrespect, but who could have imagined I’d end up using the Devil King as a slave?

I don’t even understand my own badassery; is the next step to take the Dragon King as my mount?