The contract was made of lambskin, with Ei a forming its background pattern and its contents written in the Common Tongue.
The soft glow it emitted signified that the contract had already taken effect.
Of course, what everyone cared about most was what it said!
From the appearance of the owner of the Jorjok Swordsmanship Club last night to his departure, the female Chief Swordsman had plainly described everything she had witnessed.
It even listed things that might happen today.
And that was the key!
Because-
The Chief Swordsman, as an observer, had asked the Medium several times whether he really wanted to give the man another chance.
The Medium had given the same answer every time.
Yes.
As everyone recalled what had just happened, realization dawned on their faces.
No wonder that conversation had taken place!
So that was why!
At this point, no one doubted the contract's authenticity.
People of the mystical side never questioned the authenticity of a contract.
Those with broad knowledge had also heard of contracts and their reputation.
As for ordinary people?
Perhaps they were all easily led.
But once they calmed down, they all saw Young Lissop's ashen face-even those who could not read would not doubt a single word of the contract after seeing his expression.
Then...
Guilt. Self-reproach.
Looking at Arthur, who still stood calmly on the platform, people suddenly felt so ashamed that they wished the ground would swallow them.
What exactly had they just done?
Why had they doubted such a kind man?
Why had they questioned someone so forgiving?
After searching their consciences, everyone involuntarily lowered their heads, no longer daring to look at Arthur.
But a moment later, they all raised their heads again.
They looked at Young Lissop.
That was right!
They were not to blame!