Chapter 28 The Curtain Rises [3]
"And that was how I made him sign the contract."
"So that explains how they lost their nobility, hmmm. But why Walric's father doesn't know anything about this? When I asked mom she said that the people from the cityhall refused to tell him anything."
So she also wants to know about this huh, there isn't any problem in telling her but why is she asking for so much info? Doesn't know the main parts enough and how things played out enough?
I don't have a reason to refrain from telling her so I spoke up once again.
"The night before the battle tournament when you were busy practicing your sword arts, I went to the cityhall to submit the contract I made with Walric."
This was an important thing to do because that contract was not a bet made between kids, it was a document that decided the fate of two noble families, and there was also the huge amount of money transfer that will happen if I won.
Let's just exclude the fact that I will be becoming Walric's slave for lifetime if I lost, even without that the contract contained many serious things.
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So following that, I also did the same…or I would like to say that but there was one other reason. While the blood contract involved magic, it wasn't like it was an item out of a fairytale.
Even if I won, the contract won't magically transfer the money in our bank account and take the noble's title—that's not even a physical thing—from Walric's family.
That's why I went to the cityhall and made the contract official, after that, my work was done because when one side wins the contract their name on the contract starts glowing and from that anyone can tell who won, fair and square.
"So when I went there and made the contract official, at the same time I also formed a contract with the officers who were handling my case," I paused when I looked at Anya, who looked like she wanted to ask something.
No…maybe.
"Huh!?! You made formed a contract with the government officials! Do you even know how much of a ruckus it will cause if word got out?!?"
Yes, she was angry with this. I somehow understood why, a normal boy making a blood contract with government officials was by no means a day-to-day thing.
But I had taken measures for that. So ignoring Anya, I continued my explanation.
"The terms of that contract were that they won't tell a soul about the contract I made with Walric and the money transaction that will happen if I won. In return, I will give them 20% of the money I will get from Walric's family. Obviously, I will be giving them the same amount of money even if I lost to Walric."
"And how were you going to get that kind of money if you lost?" she asked.
Hmm, this was a good question. The money we got from Walric's family is in millions; even 20% of it will be too much for my family to pay.
Then how was I going to pay that if I lost?
"That's out of question because I was clearly going to win," I said, nothing but me stating facts here.
"Isn't that what they call being overconfident? One wrong move and you would have ended in hell. Did you ever thought what will happen if you lost the contract with Walric?" said Anya, scolding me for my carelessness.
This was also a good question and a thing to worry about. The contract said that if I lost to Walric then I will be his slave for lifetime, meaning that I will lose my freedom and human rights.
So was I really being careless and overconfident?
No, that is the most amateur thing you can ever do. If you only think about a future where you win then you will be destroyed if by any chance you lost.
I was not like that, that's why I did think about what will happen if I lost.
The blood contract is formed when both parties apply their blood to the contract paper, thus completing the magic circle.
But there's no way a contract can know who is participating in the contract and what type of blood they have. This was a loophole in the blood contract system and I took full advantage of it.
That time when I bit my thumb and applied my blood on the paper, that was not my blood.
My thumb was already dripped in the blood of Walric's father; I collected it by creating a needle with ice magic and sucking his blood when he was busy talking with Ron.
To him, it must've felt like a mosquito bite because the needle was sharp and did it work in a few seconds.
After that, I just acted like I bit my thumb and applied that blood on the contract paper. So even if lost, Walric would have gotten his father as a slave.
But there's no need to tell Anya about this, is there? A simple apology will do just fine.
"Sorry, sorry, now that I think back on it, I was being careless. But in the end, it all worked out so it's fine I guess," I said.
"Well, that's true. You really saved me, just like you said so...thank you," said Anya and stood up from the bed.
"He-he, what're you talking about? I just did what any brother would've done," I replied, at the same time I put the pen down, finishing what I was writing.
"What's that?" asked Anya, as she stood next to me.
"Ah, this…It's just a letter to someone, nothing to concern yourself with."
Then I took out another piece of paper from the drawer and placed both that paper and the letter in an envelope.
"Let's go, we still have to tell Ron and Ainge about your admission in the magic academy," I said to Anya and reminded her that there are still some certain someone's who are confused about this situation.
I put the letter in my pocket and left the room with Anya.
***
Later that day, Dillian Fistrun (Walric's father), received a letter. Since now that there were no servants for him, he himself went to pick it up from the letter box.
Then he returned to this study room while carrying the letter with him. He took a seat and then opened the envelope.
The name of the sender was not mentioned anywhere, instead, [some random author] was written in its place.
He looked through the contents of the letter and when he started reading it, he was shaken down to his core.
The letter said that the one responsible for his family's downfall was none other than his own son, Walric Fistrun. It was written in detail about how the actions he took resulted in the current situation.
Sweat appeared on Dillian's forehead when he finished reading it. 'There's no way that idiot can do this!' he thought.
No one knew this better than him, how much of an arrogant fool his son was but still, this was something hard to believe on.
He was about to take this letter as a grain of salt but just when he was about to throw it in the trash can, another piece of paper came out of the envelope.
When he took that paper and read its content, the trust he had in his son vanished, along with the distrust he had in this letter.
That paper was the same blood contract that was mentioned in the letter; all the terms and conditions were written on it and it was signed by the blood of his son.
Though the name of the other person in the contract was hidden, someone had deliberately hid it by using a black pen.
But none of that mattered to Dillian; he was filled with anger and quickly left to see his son.