"Could you explain this to us, Mr. Gaius?" Ross asked Aaron with a faintly mocking smile. "Why is the Ghost Mask in the Holy Court's hands?"
Crack! Crack!
Aaron blinked with feigned confusion. "All I can tell you is that it was a deal—a perfectly legitimate deal, without a trace of anything shady."
"What was the deal?" Ross pressed aggressively. "Why would you make a deal with the Holy Court?"
He would rather deal with the Holy Court than with them. Wasn't that looking down on them?
"Why should I tell you?"
"You certainly have the right to remain silent, but..." Everett said awkwardly, "there doesn't seem to be anything that can't be said, does there?"
Aaron shrugged and looked at Ross with an amused glint in his eyes. "If I wanted Wanda to retire peacefully, I had to find her a suitable guarantor. What did you think the God of Contracts personally drafted that contract for?"
"Was it because of the Ghost Mask?" Ross asked uncertainly.
"The God of Contracts is the Master of Shadows. The Ghost Mask is related to shadows and can strengthen Their authority, so of course They wouldn't refuse.
Having accepted a believer's offering, it was only natural for Them to solve a trivial problem for that believer, wasn't it?"
At that, Ross felt as though countless alpacas were stampeding through his heart. Nick Fury and the others were equally speechless.
He had handed over the Ghost Mask for a single contract? Did he have to be that generous?
Wanda, meanwhile, was beaming. Although she now knew that Aaron was the God of Contracts, her heart still felt incredibly sweet.
"How many masks did you give the Holy Court?" Hill asked.
"All of them," Aaron said bluntly. "The Ghost Mask isn't without side effects. Ordinary