“It’s strange,” Carmen mumbled as she took out a new cigar. “How could a low-level black wizard like that come into contact with the eldest son of the Lionheart’s main family and arrange a contract for him? He must have had his sense of fear surgically removed, or he could just be crazy.”[1]

“He was probably just desperate,” the reply came from outside the prison cell. “He first started practicing black magic dozens of years ago, but had found little success. If he grew old and died just like that, his soul would become the property of the demonfolk he was contracted to, and he wouldn’t even be allowed to reincarnate.”

“...,” Carmen stayed silent.

The speaker continued, “As such, he felt like he had to try something. Even if he ran into a problem and it ended up getting him into trouble, he probably believed that he could get out of trouble with the ‘strength’ that he would have gained for selling the Lionheart clan’s eldest heir.”

Gavid had admitted as much....