"Johan Von Matilda… but, how can you see me?" Velmire asked, his voice filled with pure shock. This was the man he least expected to meet—ever.
Johan moved his hand from his forehead, raising both hands toward the sky. "Spirit Pact: Contract."
Johan didn't bother replying, forming a purple-colored contract piece of paper out of nowhere—
"I, Johan Von Matilda, shall revive you and tell you everything I know about the man who attacked you. In return, you will carry out three requests I ask of you, and will not harm me, or tell anyone about this and me. I will ensure that these tasks never harm you, your loved ones, or the Crimson Empire. You, Velmire Sevarin, shall fulfill them to the best of your ability. Even a single moment of conscious refusal… will result in immediate death."
Johan spoke loudly toward the purple sheet, as if it were a microphone. The contract glowed violently.
Velmire's eyes widened, staring strangely at Johan and the floating piece of parchment.
