"So you're a mighty mage, huh?"
Skord moved swiftly, raising his foot and kicking him.
"So you want mercy, huh?"
Froya jumped up and slammed a blow into his knee.
"Ah..."
Yvonne hung back timidly, like a startled fawn.
After a moment's thought, she hurled the hardcover book in her hands at him like a brick.
"So you hit my foot, huh!"
Roland grabbed a stool from nearby and limped over.
"Everyone, out of my way!"
Whack!
A short while later, on the ninth floor of the Mage Tower.
In a lavish reception room.
Froya, Skord, and Yvonne sat obediently in a row, looking like a trio of quails.
Roland sat on the other side, chatting and laughing with his teacher.
As for Aixipu, whose face was battered and swollen, the moment he saw Ovesto, he dropped to the floor like a lapdog and began polishing his shoes with a fawning smile.
After explaining the basics of Nomos, the God of Law, to Roland and recommending a few suitable books, Ovesto finally turned to Aixipu.
"So you're from the seventh layer of Hell, serving under the Hell Lord Ae Aplestia To Plouto.
That explains it. Ordinary devils aren't entitled to summon the Planar Court.
I've admired Lord Aplestia for a long time. If you'd told us who you served sooner, things wouldn't have come to this."
Aixipu laughed awkwardly, only to see Ovesto summon a servant to pour everyone tea. Even Aixipu received a cup.
While Aixipu was secretly congratulating himself, an old piece of parchment was suddenly thrust in front of his face.
"Come now, be a good boy and sign this Pact."
"Ah, th-this..."
"This what? Do you think tea is free?
Do you know how much that mouthful you just drank cost?
One hundred thousand gold