As I raised my head instead of flipping through the contract, the representative, with a solemn, dignified, and serious expression, looked at me and spoke.
“It’s our first time investing this much in a novice mage. We don’t know when our minds might change.”
What? Investment?
‘It’s not an investment but a legitimate contract.’
For now, I didn’t point it out to see what he was going to say. As if saying, ‘Go on,’ I nodded my head slightly.
“No matter what, contracts should be made carefully.”
Disregarding the previous warning from the representative, I casually put away the pen and unfolded the contract again.
The representative, who glanced at me, seemed momentarily stiff.
Regardless, I immediately turned to the fourth page.
“This is a condition that other upper classes do not offer. You’ll regret it if you miss this[Dash].”
Until the end, the representative urged me to sign immediately.
I flipped to the fourth page without paying much attention.
“It includes a proposal for an exclusive contract for three years, including the recipe for making magic tools, which no other upper class offers.”
“……?”
From the beginning, the attitude was shameless, as if he had already stated the conditions. It was a very brazen attitude.
I was dumbfounded by that attitude.
They were going to provide the recipe too?
‘Are they out of their minds?’
But since it was clearly stated in the contract, their demands matched.
Curious about what kind of trickery was involved, I scrutinized the representative’s face, but the man’s expression was incredibly serious.
Hmm. I concluded that he was not in his right mind.
When I remained silent, the representative added something, seemingly irritated.
“In exchange for providing the recipe, the contract period is significantly short. Once the contract period ends, you can make contracts with other upper classes, so it’s a very good condition.”
“Oh, I see. It’s indeed a great condition.”
Nonsense. Does it mean they want to suck up all the production secrets in a short period and then discard it?
But like a sucker, I continued to admire the contract.
On the next page, there was an even more outrageous provision.
‘A non-disclosure clause? These guys are completely wicked!’
No wonder the mages who signed contracts with Angolos upper class couldn’t say anything about their atrocities.
Since it was a magic contract, if they violated it, they would have to pay a corresponding price, making it impossible to seek help from anyone.
“Have you decided?”
“Yes.”
At that moment, Isis, who had been listening to our conversation, poked my arm and whispered.
“Are you going to sign the contract? Something seems fishy about that guy.”
“Don’t worry, Isis. I’ll handle it. Angolos is my specialty.”
“You’re quite reliable. You have a plan, don’t you?”
I carried Isis’s full trust on my shoulders, gripped the pen, and went to the signature space.
And just before signing[Dash].
“Ouch.”
The clumsy ink bottle next to me spilled onto the contract.
“Oh, the contract got dirty.”
I licked my lips, seemingly regretful, and threw the contract into the trash can next to the sofa, demanding:
“Can you please provide a new contract?”
“Oh, yes.”
The representative took out a spare contract from his bag and placed it in front of me.
“Our upper class is the best on the continent, Mage Elvi. You won’t regret it.”
The representative smiled arrogantly as if the contract had been finalized.
Although it might not be visible as I was covered with a robe, I also smiled back at him.
Then he said firmly, “I won’t do the contract.”
“Yes?”
“I said I won’t do it.”
As the imminent contract faced a crisis of falling through, the atmosphere rapidly sank.
“Why are you suddenly backing out?”
“I just don’t want to do it anymore.”
“…What?”
“I am not just a pleb signing because of a high ratio. Don’t disregard my precious creation, a masterpiece magic tool. It’s my invaluable offspring that cannot be monetarily evaluated.”
It was just something I tried saying, but Isis, who was next to me, nodded in agreement.
With the collapse of the already settled contract, the representative tried to recover hastily.
“We never intended[Dash].”
“Anyway, I’ll reconsider the contract.”
“Please reconsider.”
“Okay, I’ll think about it again.”
And three seconds later.
“Um, I’ve thought about it again. I won’t do it.”
The representative, who tried to persuade me several times in the face of my stubborn attitude, eventually gave up.
I wondered if it was because they finally got rid of the persistent Angolos, but it wasn’t.
Finally, the representative threw a curveball at me.
“By the way, a magician from the South Tower sponsored by Angolos is developing temperature maintenance and amplification magic tools. So, I was hoping to integrate the technology of Mage Elvi’s magic tools… It’s a shame.”
It wasn’t just a passing remark.
I bombarded the representative with a barrage of questions.
“Who is the magician from the South Tower?”
“Uh… There is.”
“What’s their name? What rank in the South Tower?”
“Even if I tell you, you won’t know.”
“That’s something I don’t know. I have many friends there. Speak up. How many ranks?”
“I don’t know the details up to how many ranks.”
That guy is lying.
It was doubtful whether a magician from the South Tower was really developing such magic tools.
As expected, this was laying the groundwork in advance.
To prevent Mage Elvi from saying anything even if similar magic tools were released in the future.
“I’ll pretend I didn’t hear.”
When I firmly cut off the conversation, the representative looked uncomfortable.
“If you want to release magic tools in the future, it would be better to maintain a good relationship with our upper class……”
What? Now even threats?
I also shot back without yielding.
“If you want to trade with the South Tower in the future, it would be better to maintain a good relationship with me.”
Since my real body is actually the Tower.
The representative looked at me with suspicion.
“Yes?”
“Oh, it’s just talking to myself. Just talking to myself. Well then, be careful on your way back.”
With my farewell, the representative, who had achieved nothing with my remarks, left the reception room with an uneasy expression.
When the door closed with a thud and the sound of footsteps faded away, I quickly handed the ink-spilled contract to Isis.
“Can we use this as evidence of an unfair contract?”
“There’s no evidence as clear as a contract. Did you spill the ink on purpose?”
“Of course!”
I intentionally pretended to be willing to contract to make the other party let their guard down, and then spilled ink to distract them. Since I’ve expressed my intention not to contract afterward, they probably completely forgot about the contract that came into my hands.
“Angolos, you guys have now lost to the Tower.”
However, to truly manipulate them, it was necessary to cultivate hostility from the Tower. I quietly called Isis, who seemed to have no thoughts.
“But, Lady Isis.”
“Speak.”
“Angolos mentioned plagiarizing Lady Isis’s magic tools. What do you think?”
Then flames flickered in Isis’s eyes.
“What? Those damn bastards?”
I silently cursed Angolos’s upper class, especially the representative.
“May you go to a bad place in the afterlife…”
My Arch-enemy Sealed My Memory and Said That He is My Husband
This is an incredibly captivating story that you absolutely shouldn’t miss! I’ll give a brief introduction here, and below you’ll find a detailed synopsis of the plot.
The female lead is a fierce and powerful demon king. The male lead is a once-in-a-millennium celestial lord, admired by the entire cultivation world.
They are equally matched, legendary rivals who have battled for centuries.
In the final duel, the female lead is gravely injured. The male lead saves her, seals her memories, and hides her true identity. He tells her that he is her fiancé. His entire life has been flawless—except for the one thing he never expected, never controlled, and never wanted to control: falling for his greatest enemy. She is his inner demon, his obsession.
When the female lead regains her memories, she is furious at his deception.
She makes his life a living hell.
And somehow, the male lead—possibly a total masochist—doesn’t mind at all. In fact, he’s happy she’s paying attention to him.
Yep, we’re back to my favorite trope: male lead suffering. If you love this kind of story, jump into the pit with me now!!!
Intro
Dong Xia lost her memory.
Her handsome and extremely powerful fiancé Li Qing comforted her: “It’s okay if you can’t remember. I’ll always be with you.”
Everyone thought Dong Xia’s ancestors must have burned incense to get such a perfect fiancé. He was the number one person in the immortal realm, yet he remained chaste and only loved her.
…
The day before marrying her fiancé, Dong Xia finally remembered everything.
She wasn’t suffering from memory loss at all.
Her arch-enemy had made her fake her death, destroyed her cultivation, replaced her memories, and pretended to be her deeply in love fiancé.
No wonder he said, “It’s okay if you can’t remember”!
Dong Xia laughed coldly as she pulled out her long knife: Li Qing, prepare to die 🙂
*
Li Qing, as the supreme being of the immortal realm, was the people’s shining beacon.
The only unknown stain in his life was his affection for Dong Xia, the ruler of the demon realm.
In the final battle of the war between immortals and demons, the sky collapsed and the earth shattered. The ruler of the demon realm was finally slain under the sword of the supreme being of the immortal realm, and everyone in the immortal realm applauded.
The cultivation world lost a ruler of the demon realm.
And in the back mountain of Li Qing’s cave dwelling, he secretly hid away a fiancée.
Notes:
1. The female lead is white on the outside, black on the inside, and the queen of flattery; the male lead repeatedly tests the edge of darkness, a VIP guest at the crematorium.
2. Fantasy cultivation world setting.
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