Geer held a scepter and wore a specially tailored clerical uniform as he slowly approached Aaron and Wanda, who had just finished praying.
"Your Holiness," Aaron spoke first, reminding Geer to mind his identity and the occasion.
Geer nodded slightly, putting on an inscrutable air as he led them to an antique table. A parchment contract lay quietly on its surface.
"What is this?"
"Mr. Gaius has already communicated with my lord in advance. My lord is very willing to offer help to devout believers. This contract will solve your problem to a certain extent."
Wanda immediately became interested and picked up the contract to examine it carefully.
Aaron also leaned over for show, swiftly scanning its contents. "To sum it up... unless it is in self-defense, to save others, or with permission from the drafter of this contract, the 'God of Contracts,' you may not use supernatural abilities at will. There are no other restrictions. It's fairly lenient."
"But..." Wanda stared at the God of Contracts' authorization on the parchment, her brow tightly furrowed. "I'm only a shallow believer. Why would the God of Contracts value me so highly?"
Geer furtively glanced at Aaron, inwardly speechless.
You're underestimating yourself, girl. You can't begin to imagine how much the master values you.
"Mr. Gaius paid a certain price," Geer said hesitantly. "My lord was very pleased with his offering, so this contract is merely an insignificant exchange."
"What did you offer?" Wanda asked Aaron seriously.
"It was nothing much." Aaron smiled dismissively. "There are several Demon Masks in my Chamber of Secrets. They grant their wearers the ability to summon Shadow Warriors. The drawback is that after putting one on, your reason will gradually be devoured by the demon, and you'll fall into darkness."
"Those are powers my lord lost