The contract arrived precisely as I had anticipated. A translucent, golden scroll flickered into existence before me, pulsing with the cold, impartial energy of the System.
I took my time, scanning the fine print for any hidden clauses or linguistic traps. Everything we had discussed—the exchange of safety for the Copper Dungeon Key—was etched there in glowing script. I simply signed, watching as my signature dissolved into the parchment, binding our fates.
For a brief second, I hesitated. I considered forcing her into a subservient contract like the one I had used on Angelica, turning her into an asset I could control with a thought. However, I refrained from doing that for now.
First, I didn't know what this "ace" was truly capable of. While the Dungeon Key was a significant surprise, I didn't know if she had any more secrets up her sleeve or if her personality would clash with the group's dynamic. Secondly, and more importantly, I wasn't sure about the nature of her curse.
