Disconnected

Chapter 39: Shadows Beneath the Glitters (pt.4)

‘A contract with {Space}...?’

— It also mentioned something about a trace of ‘another one of us.’

‘Does it mean another spirit? Another Archaic Relic? Or… another ancient item?’

In the midst of confusion, she could only hope that it was one of the guesses she made. Because honestly, she's out of wits at this point.

Far too tired to extend her imagination just to figure out exactly what the spirit meant.

So, rather than straining her brain further, she chose to ask whether she could make a contract with the spirit or not.

To which, much to her delight, the spirit did not dilly-dally and simply smiled at her—- a mysterious smile that gave her stomach a light churn, but it was not a ‘no’ either.

“There's a price for your prize. My tales aren’t affordable, and I shall get my remuneration for every session. But first."

The spirit paused, its theatrics full of dramatization befitting an ancient being.

"The contract itself costs your sense of taste. Are you willing to sacrifice it?”

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