Azriel's eyes shifted toward Pierre, inevitably.
'Tch. The one time he should not be calm, he is...'
With no other choice left to him, Azriel turned his full focus onto Pierre.
"You must feel rather high and mighty now that you have succeeded in creating a Mana Contract."
"What? A Mana Contract?" It was Corven who spoke, caught entirely off guard, his head snapping toward Pierre. Azriel seized the moment. Corven's grip on him had slackened the instant his attention shifted, and Azriel wrenched himself free, shoving Pierre back a step in the same motion. Corven rounded on him, jaw clenched tight, but Azriel had already turned an arrogant, needling smile on Pierre instead.
"Judging by Corven's reaction, it clearly was not him who taught you how to do it. Which means you managed it through pure luck, instinct, and, I suppose, having a dissociative disorder helps considerably when it comes to meeting one of the conditions."
