Villain's Valor: A Noble Fantasy Resurrection

Chapter 102 : Soul contract

The ground beneath the girl turned into a sea of blood, a large puddle formed quickly, splattered with torn flesh. Agonizing minutes passed before she finally managed to calm down. Her left arm was a total mess; torn flesh exposed bone, and blood continued to gush from the wound.

When she lifted her head, her youthful face was fully revealed. She possessed striking beauty: red lips and delicate nose, with hair shifting to a light violet hue. However, her eyes remained as dark as night. Despite her apparent grace, a look into her eyes revealed a depth of darkness and hatred that chilled the blood in the veins.

It was a shocking and disturbing scene, the image of the girl completely transformed contrasting with the brutality of her actions and the darkness emanating from her. We were facing a being of great power, but also of a deeply twisted and dangerous nature.

"What I want is very simple: my necklace!, my necklace!, my necklace!, my necklace!, my necklace!, my necklace!, my necklace!" Her voice grew even lower and more ominous, almost a sinister whisper. The girl clutched her head with both hands, fists clenched tightly as she obsessively repeated her demand.

Meanwhile, before our incredulous eyes, her arm wound healed at an alarming rate, until it was completely regenerated.

Her words about the necklace intrigued and bewildered in equal parts. I had no idea what necklace she was talking about, and my mind struggled between confusion and concern. I had an idea that all the family treasures were kept in a place that I completely unaware of, all I knew was that the only one who had access to the room was the head of the household.

"Your father snatched it from me, oh my necklace! It was mine and mine alone," the girl continued, deep hatred and resentment reflected in her gaze. "I told him that he couldn't control me without it, but he still took it from me."

The words resonated in the room with a tone of bitterness and despair. The revelation about the necklace seemed to unearth a dark and conflicted past, a conflict in which my father, Noah, had played a central role. However, I was completely in the dark about the events she was referring to.

The girl, with her eyes full of hatred, continued to stare at me intensely as I faced her demand. "If you give me my necklace, I will give you the fairy," she finally declared, laying her cards on the table clearly and directly.

The situation had become even more complicated and urgent. I had no idea where that necklace might be or how to obtain it, but the promise of getting the fairy was tempting. However, I also understood that giving in to her demands might have some hidden secret, but I had no idea.

As the girl awaited my response with a piercing gaze, my mind raced, desperately searching for any trace of information about the necklace she referred to. I mentally went through every page of the novel in search of any mention of such an important artifact.

Then, like a flash of light in the darkness, I remembered a scene from an auction where a powerful necklace had been sold. It was a mythical-grade artifact, and according to the description offered in the novel, its power was extraordinary. This necklace had the ability to restrain the corruption of an ancient creature, providing clarity and protection against mental manipulation.

But what had especially caught everyone's attention was the origin of the necklace: it was said to belong to a mythical-ranked creature that inhabited the Elvenwood, a creature of exceptional power and superior rank.

The connection between the necklace's story and the girl's demands was clear now. If that necklace was the one she claimed as hers, then my father, Noah, must have been responsible for its confiscation. But why would he have done that? And for what purpose? The fact that the necklace had been auctioned off later only added more confusion to the equation.

It made no sense that an object of such power and significance would have been stripped from its rightful owner, especially considering the importance of creatures capable of transforming into human form in the empire.

These creatures held a high status in imperial society due to their power and unique abilities. Their ability to assist in a variety of tasks and situations, as well as their potential to influence political and social affairs, made them very valuable assets. The idea that such an important object for one of these creatures had been confiscated and then auctioned off was puzzling and baffling.

Clearly, there was much more at stake than initially appeared. My mind swirled with unanswered questions as I tried to understand the true nature of the conflict between the girl and my father. And meanwhile, the pressure of the current situation became increasingly unbearable.

But the fairy is on par with the necklace; it's a fair deal to be honest, I was hesitating, but the temptation of the fairy was much greater, the fairy is just as important to me.

After a few seconds of hesitation, I decide, "I accept, but I can't give you the necklace right away, I have an idea of where that necklace can be found, but if you say that my father took it from you then it must be undoubtedly in the family treasury"

The girl looked at me with an intensity that chilled me to the bone. "I can't believe you, I can't trust you!" she exclaimed with a tone full of hatred and distrust. "You have his blood running through your veins, you smell just like him. You can deceive me like he did!"

Her accusation hung in the air, filled with bitterness and resentment. In a quick and fluid movement, the girl's hands moved and a white blade appeared out of nowhere, radiating an ethereal glow. Without hesitation, the girl cut her finger, allowing blood to drip onto the contract, which now glowed brightly.

Opening her small mouth, she recited solemnly: "I, Faeriluna, promise to deliver the fairy to Anthony Von Valeriano, but he must give me my necklace."

The scene was surreal, and my heart pounded as I watched the contract being sealed with the girl's blood. It was a soul contract, an ancient and powerful magic that bound our souls in an irrevocable way. The girl solemnly explained to me: "Once your blood joins with the blade, your soul will be bound to mine. By making an oath on this contract, you must say you promise.

But keep in mind that if you ever betray me, your soul will shatter, creating cracks in every corner of your being."

The weight of her words settled on me like a stone, if your soul breaks, you are completely crippled forever, there is no cure to heal your soul, it is the worst thing that can happen to you, you will lose all the effort of all the years and you will also be in a vegetative state forever.

Taking the blank blade between my fingers, I prepared to seal the agreement with my own blood. Without hesitation, I cut my ring finger, letting the dark blood flow from the wound. A shiver ran down my spine as the blood spilled onto the paper, irrevocably binding me to the soul contract we had just forged.

"I, Anthony Von Valeriano, promise to return the necklace to Faeriluna as soon as it is in my hands," I declared solemnly, feeling the weight of my words resonate in the air.

As I pronounced my oath, the blade began to disintegrate rapidly, as if it had fulfilled its purpose.

"Good!" Faeriluna nodded before disappearing completely. "I'll be watching you," her words echoed in the air as her figure faded completely.

My eyes landed on the glass jar where the fairy stared back at me.