The First Follower of This World, the Relationship Between Master and Servant

"Who am I?" Aaron raised an eyebrow, a playful smile curling across his lips. "There are many different answers to that question, but to you, I should be the one who saves you!"

"Salvation?" Frank murmured the word. "Does salvation require the price of one's life, even one's soul?"

"Other than those two things, what else do you have left to lose?" Aaron countered.

"I..."

Frank opened his mouth, but had no answer.

His family was dead. He was alone now, plagued by nightmares every night, with revenge as his sole purpose for staying alive.

"I know what you're worried about, but I'm not some demon that toys with people's hearts. I only want your life and soul because I want you to serve me."

"What do you mean?"

"You judge the guilty, possess an unwavering will, yet still adhere to your own bottom line.

I admire that style greatly, and I happen to need someone like you in the future. That's why I'm willing to give you an opportunity." Aaron spoke meaningfully. "What you need to do is simple: continue carrying forward that same style, only on a somewhat larger scale—from one city to one country, perhaps even one world.

Simply put, I want you to be a fair adjudicator, or a judge."

"What exactly are you talking about?" Frank asked in confusion.

"It's fine if you don't understand yet." Aaron took a sheet of paper from beneath the table and drafted a contract on the spot. "Sign it, and you'll become my fourth follower, as well as my first follower in this world.

In return, I'll help you find every one of your enemies and let you complete your revenge with your own hands."

Frank took the paper and frowned in astonishment at its terms.

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