“A contract?” Regulus asked, shocked. “You wish to make a contract with me?”
“Yes.”
He lightly shook his head, confused.
Miracle is talking about magical contracts. And the magical contract Regulus was well-aware of is a slave contract. A binding ritual between a master and a slave.
It is not something one voluntarily offer.
No one is sane enough to offer themselves as a slave. Miracle could not be talking about that.
“Is it different from a slave contract?”
“Of course, it is!” Miracle exclaimed, surprising Regulus in his seat. “A slave contract is no contract at all, little king. I don’t know why it’s called that but I’m telling you it’s not. Because it robs off the freedom and mutual intent in the binding which makes it easy to break. The golden contract on the other h
