Emlyn, who had spent all this time watching the drama unfold, widened his eyes.
Akasha rubbed her fists and nudged Edward with her shoulder. "How about... forget what the Sanguine and the higher-ups want. I'll help you kill that Marauder Half-God, and then you help me get revenge on the Rose School. What do you say?"
"Get revenge on Shaman King Kalaman? Aren't you overestimating me?"
"Hahahaha."
She burst out laughing again. "Anyone who can make those old Sanguine fellows bow their heads can't be ordinary. Perhaps you aren't strong enough now, but don't you still have time?"
As she spoke, she pulled a sheet of parchment from her chest, covered in a long passage written in blood-red Hermes. "Come on, sign your name on this contract, and we'll have an alliance for offense and defense!"
She grabbed Edward's hand, shoved a fountain pen into it, and pushed it toward the signature line.
Edward hurriedly pulled his hand back. Seriously, was this woman going to force a deal on me just like that?
"Oh, come on, really. You won't lose out by signing."
"Come on, come on~"
Akasha said, "I still have my old man's Beyonder Characteristic. Give me another few years, or a decade or so, and I'll be able to advance to Marquis."
"How about I sleep with you? I'm only nine hundred and something this year, still young and fresh."
"No, no, no."
Edward grew even more frightened. Tricking me into signing myself away wasn't enough? Now you want to trick me out of my body too?
Rallard covered his eyes at the side, unable to bear watching.
Emlyn had never expected things to take such a sudden turn and race off in a direction he couldn't understand. He was utterly bewildered.
"You really won't sign?"
"I'll...