Claude spoke again, addressing Ereneth, whose mind seemed to have momentarily broken.

“No, I don’t think you understand… What I’m saying is that the High Chief has to work with us for thirty years.”

“Why? W-why?”

Ereneth stammered, thrown off by the unexpected situation. As the noble High Chief of the Elves, such absurd experiences were unheard of for her.

Claude snapped back, raising his voice.
“What do you mean, why? Because that’s what the contract says!”

“……”

“Can’t you just look at the contract?”

Rumble!
Roots wove themselves together, rising from the ground. A moment later, they …