Chapter 113
Emmaline
Apparently, I have a contract?
When the hell did that happen?
I stare at the little spirit hovering above the vanity table—a delicate wisp of pale frost and wind that snoozes in a faint curl of icy mist. It barely acknowledges me when I poke at it with a finger, instead curling tighter, like a cat unwilling to wake up.
Meanwhile, Daelan's off doing grown-up business. Dungeon rights negotiations, hunter claims, Association politics. Whatever.
And don't get me started on Evan. That bastard somehow walked out of the artifact dungeon with four elemental spirits.
Four.
Plot armor must have been crafted by the gods themselves, I mean he did have four in the original too that's not really much of a surprise.
Elysia—his whatever-she-is to him, harem member—came out with three. She's an S-Class healer! That's just an unfair.
