There Is Always a Solution

"..."

The entire room fell silent. The girls looked at one another, but no one spoke. Lumiel's explanation was simply too absurd, to the point that they could hardly believe it.

The first to recover, surprisingly, was Tirte, who usually looked as if she never got enough sleep.

"So, in other words, these damned Magical Elves have latched onto us? Is there really no way to cancel the contract?"

"At least, as far as I know..."

"There is."

However, before Lumiel could finish, Duanmu Huai interrupted her. He then took a skull-shaped set of Rosary Beads from his robes.

"What is that?"

"This is a Holy Relic of the Inquisition."

With a smile on his face, Duanmu Huai explained it to Tirte like some kind of pyramid-scheme salesman.

"The Inquisition possesses the power to destroy everything. Anything that exists will be destroyed, and a contract with a Magical Elf is no exception. As long as you hold this Holy Relic, pray sincerely, and beseech the destruction and abandonment of the Elf Contract, the contract can be undone."

"It's that simple?"

"Of course it isn't that simple. It means you become a believer of the Inquisition. After death, your soul will not be taken by Elves or Demons, but will instead return to the Inquisition's domain. Understand?"

"After death? What about while I'm alive?"

"As long as you don't start thinking about destroying humanity, there won't be a problem."

"I understand."

After hearing Duanmu Huai's explanation, Tirte did not even think it over before reaching out to him.

"Then hand it over."

"...You're not even going to consider it?"

To be honest, Tirte's reaction left Duanmu Huai stunned, and he became wary. It was like making a scam call, only for the other party to ask how much money to send