Chapter 12 The Witch's Chain

Deya looked at Lamia, who was curled up in the corner, her limbs tied with magic ropes, tears in her eyes but trying hard not to let the tears fall, and the corners of her mouth curled up slightly.

The information obtained from Braut made Deya sure that the witch in front of him would not choose death easily.

It's not that she is afraid of death, but she has reasons to live.

Deya stood leisurely in front of Lamia. He turned the index finger of his right hand slightly, and all the candles in the basement burned.

Lamia's long eyelashes fluttered like butterfly wings.

She noticed at this moment that the positions of the candles in the entire basement formed a complex pattern, which was the magic circle that imprisoned her here.

"Next, I won't allow you to talk nonsense. I will ask you questions, and you can only answer 'yes' or 'no', 'yes' or 'no'. Do you understand?"

Deya must take the absolute initiative. The reason why he imprisoned Lamia here and destroyed her spirit was to make Lamia dare not have any thoughts of resistance.

In the next [World Remembrance], Deya needs Lamia's wholehearted help, using her power as the witch of time.

Lamia listened to Deya's words and nodded slightly: "Yes."

"You are very obedient! Miss Lamia, I don't care what your reasons are, but you came to assassinate me and I caught you, so you should accept the punishment, right?"

"Yes."

"Your real name is Lamia Capet, and you are the daughter of Duke Capet of the Narbo Empire, right?"

Lamia trembled, and just as she opened her mouth to speak, she saw Deya take out a piece of paper and throw it lightly in front of her.

Lamia looked at the paper with the help of candlelight, which contained information about her.

Lamia knew that she couldn't be lying. This man must have investigated everything about her, which made her feel panicked that she had no secrets anymore and had been completely seen through by Deya.

No one likes the anxiety of having no secrets left and being completely exposed.

"Yes!"

The witch gritted her teeth and admitted.

"I understand your fear, Miss Lamia. The death of Duke Capet is definitely not simple. There must be someone in the Narbo Empire who is eyeing you covetously, so you dare not reveal your identity.

Now that I have captured you, I wonder what reward I can get if I send you to the Narpo Empire?
Oh, dear witch lady, please don't be nervous, I won't do this. The person who wants to catch you must be a conspirator. Cooperating with such a person is like cooperating with a tiger... no, it is cooperating with the devil!"

Deya saw that the witch began to struggle again after hearing that he was going to send her to the Narbo Empire, and he laughed maliciously.

Lamia slowly calmed down.

Her emotions were controlled by this man again. In front of him, she was as helpless as a child.

"You are afraid of death because you want to find the murderer who killed your parents. You want revenge, right?"

"Yes."

At this point, Lamia had nothing to deny, and if she did, it would be an insult to her deceased parents.

Her eyes, as clear as black gemstones, revealed hatred. Although she didn't know who the real murderer of her parents was, she had several candidates in her mind.

And these people are undoubtedly those who have very good relations with the Capet family.

Therefore, she could never forgive such betrayal, betrayal by someone close to her!

"Then, are you willing to sign this contract in exchange for your freedom?"

Deya took out a piece of parchment from his arms and threw it in front of Lamia.

Lamia, kneeling on the ground, slowly spread out the parchment and saw the magical words written on it:

"Article 1: Lamia Capet is willing to serve Deya Cavendish for ten years."

"Article 2: Lamia Capet must unconditionally obey Deya Cavendish's orders during these ten years."

"Rule Three: Lamia Capet must not have any thoughts or actions that would murder Deya Cavendish."

"Rule 4: Lamia Capet must voluntarily wear the 'collar'."

"..."

"Article 10: Deya Cavendish must abide by this rule and release Lamia Capet to freedom after ten years."

"The final right of interpretation of the above regulations belongs to Deya Cavendish." The witch's slender white fingers stroked the magic words letter by letter.

There was a hint of doubt in her jewel-like eyes.

It’s not that the contract is too harsh, but that it is too casual, completely different from what Lamia expected.

She thought it would be a permanent slave contract, but she didn't expect it to be just an agreement limited to ten years.

This made her wonder if there was any fraud in the contract.

Deya chuckled and said, "Don't doubt it, nothing in this world is eternal. Even the sun in the sky will go out one day, and even the gods will eventually fall.

If I sign a so-called permanent contract with you, let's not talk about whether you are willing to sign such a contract. Even if you really sign it, what you want to do is to terminate the contract and then kill me.

You are of noble birth, have mysterious powers, and are strong-willed. I don't think you would sign a contract that would give up everything you have.

If the so-called agreement cannot satisfy both parties, it is intended to be torn up from the very beginning, and the contract will inevitably be negated by a higher-level force.

The only conflict between you and me is that you once wanted to assassinate me. Apart from that, there is no conflict between us. I have punished you and asked you to serve me wholeheartedly for ten years. After that, our grudges will be settled. What do you think?"

After using the stick, you must give a carrot. The right way is to use both kindness and severity. Blindly asking for things will eventually backfire.

Besides, the teacher also said that witches have special powers and souls, and the effect of contracts on them is not strong. As the witches' strength increases, contracts of this level will definitely lose their effect.

But ten years is enough. Ten years is enough for Deya to possess powerful strength.

At that time, the witch can still knead it however she wants.

When he was weak, he gained the loyalty of a fourth-ring warlock, a 'time witch' who possessed [Death Return] and other special abilities.

This deal is not a loss. What De Ya wants is absolute loyalty, not "sleeping in the same bed but dreaming different dreams".

There is nothing wrong with this contract. It is just an alternative fraud by Deya, which shows Deya's absolute confidence in his future.

"How about this, Lamia, are you willing to sign this contract?"

"willing."

Lamia's pink and dry red lips opened slightly. After a pause, she couldn't help but said, "If you had taken out this contract from the beginning, I would have signed it too."

Deya smiled playfully: "You once wanted to kill me, so of course I have to punish you physically and mentally.

Besides, if you were asked to sign such a contract from the beginning, you would definitely think of resisting.

Now, I have proved my ability and let you know that I may not be as powerful as you now, but under the contract you will never be able to resist me. You are not my opponent.

In this way, you can truly give up other thoughts and work for me wholeheartedly."

Lamia deflated.

This man is really secretive.

Just as he said, he really had no intention of resisting now. He just wanted to serve him honestly for ten years until the contract ended.

"Does the contract require unconditional obedience? If I order you to sleep with me, would you be willing?"

Deya said with interest.

Lamia gritted her teeth, her nails dug into her palms, causing drops of blood to flow. After a moment of hesitation, she said firmly, "Yes!"

"Hahaha! I now kind of believe that you will be able to succeed in your revenge in the future. If you want revenge, if you want to take revenge on a big shot, you must have the heart to give up everything.

If you don't even have this awareness, you'd better just find a place where no one knows you and live there until you rot.

Sign this contract, then wear this, and you will be free for now."

Deya threw down a pen and a lace neck ring.

Lamia looked at the collar, which looked more like a dog collar. She resisted a little, but then smiled at herself.

She thought about her current appearance, the posture of herself lying on the ground with all four limbs while eating. In fact, what was the difference between her and a dog?
"This is a tool that allows the contract to take effect. It is also proof that you temporarily belong to me."

Deya said so.

Lamia sighed, picked up the pen and signed her name on the contract. At the same time, she picked up the black lace necklace and put it on her slender neck.

(End of this chapter)