It's a rare opportunity to become Shami's master; even if there's just a tiny chance, I want to seize it!
"Spirit Command: What is Shami thinking when releasing magic?"
"Curse Seal: Lureya, what exactly is a little toy?"
Neither of them was willing to admit defeat, using the power of the contract to interrogate each other.
They no longer cared about what the other was asking; it didn't matter if the other could answer or not. They kept firing questions, hoping to crush the opponent's mental world and take them captive.
In warfare, there's a term for this: carpet bombing!
"Spirit Command: Hurry up, Shami, and say you're an Elf Controller."
"Curse Seal: Lureya, take out the embarrassing stuff."
"Spirit Command: Shami, do you like me?"
"Curse Seal: Lureya's Water Magic frequency."
"Spirit Command: Shami, you have a foot fetish, right? When did it start, and whose feet do you like the most?"
"Curse Seal: Lureya..."
"Spirit Contract: Shami..."
