This was... the Upper Tier eighth-circle spell, Spiked Cage?
Jasper really meant to kill her!
What was she supposed to do now?
The smug smile on Jasper's face made Fanny's expression turn grim.
But she could feel the overwhelming magical pressure above her head. She knew she had no choice but to submit to the scum in front of her.
But if she submitted to him just like that...
The thought of becoming his puppet, of enduring endless exploitation and humiliation at his hands, made Fanny so furious she nearly ground her teeth to pieces. Her fists clenched tight.
"Just a reminder: I can't hold this spell scroll ready for release much longer. You're running out of time to choose, Fanny~"
Jasper's smile widened as Fanny glared at him. He knew her well enough to be certain that, given her nature, she would never escape his grasp.
As if to prove him right, Fanny's hoarse voice soon rang through the passage:
"...I'm willing to submit to you, Jasper."
Fanny forced down her urge to kill him and lowered her head, hiding her twisted expression beneath the shadow of her hair. Her voice was calm.
"But I need you to agree to one condition."
"Hmm... Let's hear it. If it's nothing too unreasonable, I'll consider it."
"I need you to erase all information about Vitas Westron and bury the truth that I'm not Fanny Vitas."
Fanny looked up at Jasper, whose brow had furrowed. Seeming to understand his concern, she said in a low voice, "Of course, in exchange, if you eliminate that threat for me, I'll sign a Master-Servant Contract with you to prove my loyalty. And if I'm not mistaken, you've already prepared a scroll for one, haven't you?"
"Fanny, you really are clever. Honestly, if you weren't a