Melkith was staring at Wynnyd with sparkling eyes. It looked as if she was just about to run over and try to tear it from him.

“I’ve been trying really hard, you know?” Melkith whined. “I’ve even begged the Lightning Spirit King and the Earth Spirit King, but they’ve told me that the Wind Spirit King won’t sign a contract with anyone. That’s why I sent such an earnest letter to the Lionheart’s main family, begging to borrow Wynnyd, but do you know what they sent back in their reply?”

Ignoring her question, Eugene asked, “Is it alright for me to head upstairs?”

“They said that the treasures of the main family can never be lent to outsiders. Petty bastards, it’s like they think I might take Wynnyd and go into hiding with it. I just want to use it as a catalyst of a contract, so why do they have to be so stubborn about obstructing me,” Melkith complained.

Eugene sighed, “Hey, no matter what you tell me, I have no intention of loaning Wynnyd to you, Head Wizard. Strictly speaking, it’s not like I own Wynnyd. I’m borrowing it with the Patriarch’s permission.”

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