“Farmia, what are you saying? Are you going to let Olivia form a contract with this boy? He might be the mage from the prophecy, but I can’t accept them forming a contract like this.”
Ethan looked at the faerie spirit beside him in confusion.
“This might not be what I want, but it is what Olivia wants. Ethan, have you forgotten what kind of effect a rejected contract has on its creator? Do you still remember the beast you tried to force into a contract and it resisted? Back then you got heavily injured and didn’t recover until days later, and you’re a sage mage. Now, what do you think will happen to our Olivia!? Please, Arias, I beg you. I know this is not what you want, but please don’t reject the contract.”