Contract Completed

To everyone's surprise, Luna did not die on the spot from the toxin like the others. Instead, as if the weather were fine and the young witches were playing on the grass by the Black Lake, she rolled across the ground a few times—then suddenly stopped, frowned faintly, and raised her slender hand. It was still fair, tender, and smooth. Aside from the tiny, almost imperceptible puncture from moments ago, there was not a single bead of blood left. A little annoyed, she used her right hand to squeeze the spot where Bell's tail had pricked her, but still could not force out even one drop of blood.

Baal carefully held two ice creams and wiped his forehead with his arm, as if he could sweat too... He bent down and examined it with his reptilian pupils. His usually flippant tone sounded especially honest now. "...The prick was too shallow. It's already healed..."

Her pale brows drew together. Luna, who had just been rolling on the ground, climbed briskly to her feet amid the startled cries around her, completely ignoring the dust all over her hair and face, and stretched her hand toward Baal again.

Hermione's lips were still pressed tightly together. Thanks to the effects of the Attribute Potion and the Magic Boosting Potion, she had actually been the first to break free from the immobilizing effect of Power Word: Stun just now. She had merely kept up her current appearance because Luna had told her through telepathy not to move rashly. Before Luna had pricked her own finger, Hermione had already figured out that Baal's repeated statements meant there was a loophole in the contract.

It was just that Luna had directly used a devil's tail to prick her finger—and that devil's tail's toxicity had already shown its