You dared sign a contract with a Demon King? You really have a death wish.
The woman in red sneered inwardly. Although her true identity was an angel, her identity as a Demon King was no sham either. She had everything a Demon King possessed.
Judging by the Demon Queen's expression, she's clearly trying to screw me over. Unfortunately for her, she doesn't know she's under my Illusion Technique: Mirror Flower, Water Moon. Everything she sees is what I let her see.
Andrew was sneering too. Besides, apart from the spot where she signs, nothing else in the notebook has anything to do with the contract. Trying to play mind games with me? You really haven't learned what death feels like.
The Demon King struggle you imagined: both sides deceived and schemed against each other, traded moves, picked holes in each other's arguments, clashed head-on, and argued endlessly before finally signing their names in perfect harmony.
An actual Demon King struggle: Kyoka Suigetsu, and a fake contract to trick the other party into signing. Never mind that the woman in red was gravely wounded—even at full strength, she could not counter Kyoka Suigetsu.
Seriously, why waste your breath on something you could settle with power?
Soon, Andrew finished writing the contract and began watching the woman in red put on her show. First, she picked faults, claiming the format was wrong. Then she objected to certain terms and rewrote them on the paper herself. Finally, she even made a show of coughing up blood.
Once I've won her over, I'll send her this footage. That should be fun.
Andrew chuckled inwardly. The woman in red's current behavior could be summed up in a single sentence—a clown who had no idea she was putting on a clown show.
"All right, everything