Chapter 78 Seventy Eight

• We watched an ancient enchanted scroll burn to ashes in Desmond’s hand. It dispersed into the air and vanished into nullity. At that moment, my faith in white magic wholly dissipated. What was the meaning of a contract if it wasn’t indestructible? I felt betrayed by everyone in front of me. How could they be oblivious to the capabilities of an incubus?
• “What the hell?!” I shouted at the white witches. “The contract was supposed to be indestructible, yet he incinerated it effortlessly. How are any of your clients protected? I know you’re doing this for free, but I offered you money. You should have accepted it or asked for more if it’s about payment. My life is not a joke.”
• “Keep your trap shut and listen to me!” Madame Long gave me an icy stare. “You non-magic beings jibber-jabber endlessly. Who is the one at fault when you can’t follow instructions? You allowed him to destroy the contract on a silver platter.”