Ordinary people would never have accepted such a condition, but Mr. Fujimaru did. He even felt that it was only natural.
"Alright, the contract is established." Mikaela held out his hand, seemingly intending to shake hands with Mr. Fujimaru.
"A contract?"
Mr. Fujimaru's face was full of question marks, but he also understood that this somewhat strange beautiful young man before him had agreed to his request. He let out a sigh of relief and reached out to clasp the other's hand.
The moment their hands met, Mr. Fujimaru felt something enter his body. When he tried to sense it more closely, however, he found nothing unusual about himself, as though that sensation had merely been an illusion.
Not a magus.
After confirming that Mr. Fujimaru was not a magus, Mikaela had no intention of making him his temporary "Master."
Although ordinary people could also become Masters, without magical energy, they would have to squeeze their own life force dry to supply him with mana.
"Then, may I ask what your name is?"
Only after they released hands did Mr. Fujimaru realize that he did not even know the other person's name.
"Just call me Maid or Aila." Mikaela said calmly, "So, when do I start working?"
"Huh? We should wait until your body has recovered first." Mrs. Fujimaru spoke up. She had not had much presence since earlier.
"My body is fine. I was not injured. Being admitted to the hospital was merely a 'coincidence.'" Mikaela replied calmly. "If you want me discharged now to protect you, then I can leave right away."
Should I say this is just like the eccentric person our benefactor mentioned?
Mr. Fujimaru looked at his wife, the corners of his mouth twitching slightly.
This is probably what an eccentric person is like. Mrs.