"What contract?" Shirou asked back in confusion.
Justiça said, "The master-servant contract that binds a familiar. Only after establishing it will I truly count as your familiar."
"Ah, that sort of thing... There's no rush, is there? We can do it tomorrow."
"No. It has to be now."
Looking at Justiça's determined expression, Shirou asked curiously, "Could it be that you were actually looking forward to becoming my familiar?"
"N-No way. It's just that I am indeed your property, nothing more..."
The "Winter Saintess" rarely showed such a flustered look: "Don't waste my time. Hurry up and form the contract."
Normally, for a magus to form a contract with a familiar, they needed a catalyst matching the familiar's mystery.
For example, Touko Aozaki cut off the hair she had spent twenty years growing in order to subdue Beowulf, and from then on, her hair would never grow past her shoulders again.
Shirou did not have hair that long, but he had still managed to stumble into the perfect solution—
Over the past week, the vast amount of magical energy Justiça had received from Shirou had now conveniently become the catalyst that would facilitate the contract.
"Uh... Don't tell me you had already planned this from back then?"
"Yes, of course I had. What else did you think? Did you think I would willingly let you order me around and toy with me?"
The ice beauty of Einzbern glared at him.
Shirou found it unbelievable. As expected of the legendary user of the Third Magic. She had actually calculated things this far ahead... Amazing!
Justiça's cheeks reddened almost imperceptibly.
In truth, she had only been curious about the taste at first, but after secretly trying it once, she had been unable to stop...
She had become addicted to that utterly awful