"He signed it just like that?"
Staring at Nightmare's now-empty spot, Mephisto remained silent for a long time, still looking at Luke and the others in disbelief.
"Isn't the contract in your hands?" Luke was helpless in the face of Mephisto's repeated questioning.
"That's exactly why I'm shocked." Mephisto looked at the parchment burning with black flames on the table before him and said gloomily, "Are Demon Gods these easy to fool nowadays?"
"Why call it fooling?" Luke frowned sensitively. All-Father Odin and Ancient One also cast displeased, questioning looks at Mephisto.
What was this? How could he undermine his own side?
"This is a mutually beneficial partnership! We're helping each other, and everyone gains something from it. Calling it deception is a little excessive." Luke asked softly, "Put another way, if you were Nightmare, after enjoying this convenience and help, wouldn't you want to sign this kind of contract?"
"I wouldn't!" Mephisto's head spun three hundred and sixty degrees on his neck, leaving an afterimage. He had suffered at the Abyss's hands before, okay? If there were even the slightest possibility, he did not want his Hell Dimension to have anything to do with the Abyss again! He answered honestly, "What decent person would sign this thing?"
For a moment, everyone present was silenced by Mephisto's sudden sincerity.
Especially Odin and Ancient One. After carefully considering Mephisto's words, they surprisingly found themselves in rare agreement with him.
Not to mention Ancient One, who could not even be bothered to draw upon the power of the Abyss Dimension—Odin himself did not want Asgard and the Nine Realms contaminated by such a thing. Nidavellir, which had been abyssalized and even become one of the Abyss's physical vessels in this universe, was already enough of a headache for Odin.
He had indeed