"Sign your names."
The siblings exchanged a glance. They knew that whether they were genuinely tempted by the benefits Edward had promised or were being forced, they would have to sign.
"Fair and binding."
Edward put away the Contract and waved them off. "All right, go pick yourselves a room on the first floor and get some rest. You officially start work tomorrow."
"Of course, feel free to run home and ask your elders for help. But I won't be nearly so nice then."
"Good night, you two."
The siblings left the study and went downstairs to the first floor, their expressions immediately turning grave and helpless.
All because of a suit, the two of them had sold themselves off just like that.
Akasha stared at her younger brother and gritted her teeth. "When we get back, I'm burning every last one of those lousy suits you've collected!"
Rallard sighed. "This was my fault. I dragged you into it."
"..."
"Go to bed!"
In the future, in the year 1349, Backlund.
Akasha soaked in her private hot spring pool, looking utterly content. Her tight leather outfit lay discarded beside the pool, half submerged and half draped over the edge, swaying with the spring water.
Just then, a bat-like Spirit World messenger flew out and dropped a letter.
She reached out to catch it, a faint gleam passing through her eyes. "Shaman King Kalaman was seriously injured?"
Splash.
She immediately rose from the water, revealing her alluring curves. "The moment I've been waiting for has finally come!"
Wrapping herself in a bathrobe, she walked over to the coffee table where she sat when resting, took paper and a pen from underneath it, and quickly wrote a letter. "Give this to that Edward. It's time to fulfill the Contract we signed."