“So, did you really sign a contract with Ifrit?” Eugene asked.

“Call him by his full name, the Spirit King of Flames, Ifrit,” Melkith demanded.

Eugene repeated, “I asked if you really managed to sign a contract with him?”

Melkith refused to answer, “It’s a secret.”

“But it seems to me like you may have failed to sign the contract, no?” Eugene said teasingly. “If you really did manage to sign the contract, Lady Melkith, with your personality, there’s no way you would stay silent about it, right?”

Melkith’s eyes darkened gloomily at this teasing that Eugene delivered with a snicker.

However, Eugene didn’t stop at that and kept on talking, “Even though you said that you had a feeling that you would definitely be able to sign a contract, in the end, you didn’t manage to sign a contract with Ifrit, did you?”

Melkith responded coldly, “I said to call him the Spirit King of Flames, Ifrit.”

“Why do I have to say his name like that?” Eugene asked.

Finally losing patience, Melkith let out a loud roar, “Because he might be listening to our conversation right now!”

She took out the Firestone, which she had carefully tucked between her breasts, and placed it on top of the table.

“Let me just be clear, I didn’t fail to contract him,” Melkith insisted. “Failure does not exist for one such as I, Melkith El-Hayah. It was just that, ever so slightly, it seems that our opinions of each other aren’t quite coordinated? But that’s just how contracts are. We need to keep fine-tuning the terms and adjusting to each other until we both finally reach a desired point where we then decide, ‘Fine, let’s make a contract!’”

“Well, that just means you really did fail,” Eugene said dismissively.

“Like I said, I didn’t! I’m telling you, we’re just currently reconciling a difference of opinions. As such, Eugene, be careful with the way you speak. Right now, this conversation is being overheard by the great and passionate Spirit King of Flames, Lord Ifrit. Lord Ifrit, this is how dearly I adore you,” Melkith said as she held up the Firestone with both hands and rubbed it against her cheek.

Seeing this scene, Tempest loudly ground his teeth inside Eugene’s head.

“Just how long are you going to keep straining your eyes like that?” Eugene asked, tilting his chair back and looking to the side.

From this angle, he could see Cyan, who appeared to be furrowing...