Chapter 355. Forming a Strategic Alliance. (7/10)
“If I said I was a devil, and we could write a contract where my life would end if I betrayed your trust, would you believe me?”
“No, I’d ask you to see a doctor.”
“What if I could prove it to you?”
“Prove it to me? How?”
“How about signing a contract where a small circle cut will appear on the back of my left hand without either of us doing anything if a certain condition is met.”
“Is this supposed to be some sort of lame magic trick to deceive me?”
I showed the back of my hands to her and asked, “Does it look like I have a fresh cut on the back of either of my hands?”
“No. But you could try something after.”
“You can hold both my hands the entire time to make sure I can’t do anything funny.”
“Well… I guess I can entertain this.”
“I’d like two chances with these contracts though.”
“Huh? Why?”
“To be honest I don’t know if this will actually work. I’ve never tested this sort of condition in a contract before. It might require a soul being offered for it to work. I’d like to try it without any soul offering though.” Logically speaking, I couldn’t imagine how I could be hurt if there was no connection to her soul. Well, even if there was, the entire notion was absurd to begin with, but I'd already more or less come to terms with the fact that souls existed.
“Soul? You need me to sell my soul?”
“Well, if we do go the soul route we can fully flesh out the contract including the part with me getting a cut on the back of my left hand if a condition is met. This first one will just be a test.”
“I can’t believe I’m even bothering to entertain this.”
“Well, you’re stupid after all. Idiots people believe in stupid shit, right?”
“You’re calling yourself an idiot, idiot.”
“Yeah, I know I am. I’m an idiot just like you after all. The only difference being, I’m a little bit lower than you on the idiot spectrum.”
“An idiot’s an idiot.”
“True enough.”
“Can I borrow some paper?”
“Sure. Here you go.” She pulled a few sheets out from a drawer in her desk and slid them over the counter to me.
I pulled out the pen from my pocket and started writing it up. It only took a minute since I was just testing the condition.
“Alright so whenever you say abracadabra, a small circle cut will appear on the back of my left hand. Just sign the dotted line.”
“Abracadabra? That’s lame, let me pick something I want to say instead.”
“Like what?”
“I want to keep it a secret.”
“Why?”
“So I can tell whether you’re somehow pulling any funny business. If you yourself don’t know what the phrase is, it will give you more credibility. Also rather than it being a circle, I want to choose that as well. That will make things even more impossible for you to pull a fast one if you don’t know what the shape is supposed to be.”
“Certainly, you make a very good point. Those two conditions aren’t a bad idea. However, it shouldn’t be something you may say often by accident. I don’t want to get a bunch of random cuts every time you say it. Also, the cut has to be small.”
“That’s fine.”
“Alright, I’ll rewrite it.”
This time I wrote it in such a way with blank spaces for her to fill in what she wanted the trigger phrase or word and the shape of the cut to be.
“Alright, you’re free to write what you want into the blank.”
“Okay. Leave the room for a bit, I’ll tell you when to come back in.”
“Alright.”
I stood outside for a minute while she wrote in what she wanted and signed it.
“You can come back in.”
I took my seat in front of her and placed my hands flat on the table for her to see. She grabbed my hands and said, “You’re a jerk.”
The two of us stared at the back of my left hand waiting for something to happen, but there was no change.
“Hey, it didn’t work.”
“‘You’re a jerk.’ That was the phrase you picked?”
“Yeah. There’s no star-shaped cut on the back of your hand. You’re just messing with me after all, aren’t you?”
“No, I’m not. I told you, it might not work unless you sell your soul.”
“If you expect me to sell my soul, there better be some damn good conditions in there. A lot more than just a little cut on the back of your hand for saying something.”
“Of course. Let me write it up.”
I took a fresh piece of paper and began writing down the conditions while saying them aloud.
“If I ever betray you, I will die. If you ever say _______, a small _________-shaped cut will appear on the back of my left hand. You will stop aging and be able to live forever so long as you are not killed.”
“Hah? Stop aging? Stop messing with me. There’s no way you can do that.”
“You said you wanted a damn good condition. This is one of the best conditions I can offer.”
“Can I add in a condition of my own as well?”
“Sure, what do you want me to add?”
“Just leave a line blank for me to add in my condition myself, I haven’t decided yet and want to think about it a bit.”
“Alright then. In exchange, you will assist me to the best of your abilities, wholeheartedly, without any complaints, with my plan to destroy the Swastika gang. You will also keep Yuna and Alicia, the girl who works with Yuna, safe. You will immediately notify me if anyone tries to hurt, abduct, or make contact with either of them.” Yes, I’d made these arrangements not just to keep Yuna safe, but Alicia as well.
“Alicia? Why do we also have to protect another girl?”
“Well… the thing is… Alicia is… also my girlfriend.” I explained with an extremely awkward look on my face. I’d decided to be honest with her about it. To acquire her trust, I couldn’t hide everything from her. If she found out later it could lead to unforeseen problems. She might start to think I’m hiding things from her.
“What the hell! You’re two-timing behind Yuna’s back?”
“Yuna knows about my relationship with Alicia. They’re actually really good friends.” But… it was far worse than just two though… there were even more. It was too awkward to say it, but I knew I had to.
“Womanizer. But why should I agree to protecting this extra baggage?”
“I’m agreeing to let you add an extra condition of your choice. That’s a pretty big risk for me. So in exchange, adding one more person should be the price.”
“Fine. I’ll accept that then. Are there any more women you’re involved with that I should know about who would be a concern?”
“Actually… there are… a few more… women…”
“Seriously?”
“Yeah.”
“I’m a bit afraid to ask, but… altogether… just how many girlfriends do you have exactly?”
“Uh…” Let’s see. Roll call. Rosa, Alicia, Irene, Angela, I guess Wisteria counts, and now Yuna. What is wrong with me?
“Sssssi…”
“Can’t even say it?”
“There are… six altogether.”
“Haaaaah. I’m a bit astonished you have the gall to say such an absurd number. Six-timing? You truly are a womanizer to the core.”
“I’m not! I swear! A lot of things just... sort of happened… and it turned out this way. It’s hard to explain. No, I can’t even explain it all if I wanted to. The story sounds too ridiculous to believe. Even I’m having a hard time coping and trying to accept how everything happened still.”
“Guys who make excuses are truly the worst. You didn’t force them or anything, did you?”
“No.”
“They all know you’re involved with more than just them?”
“Yeah.”
“And they’re fine with that?”
“Somehow… things worked out that way.”
“What number is Yuna?”
“She’s... the sixth.”
“And that Alicia girl?”
“The second.”
“Who’s the first then?”
“Her name is Rosa. In a way, she’s the mastermind who orchestrated my disastrous web of relationships with women. She had the hots for Alicia. Rose wasn’t very good at making female friends and Alicia was the first girl she ever became friends with on her own. After I started dating Rosa, she used me to tie Alicia down and keep her by her side.”
“It sounds pretty complicated like you said.”
“It is. Rosa doesn’t get along that well with Yuna though. Alicia is kind of like a bridge between the two of them. She befriends just about anyone, unlike Rosa.”
“Well, I won’t bother prying into it much more than that. But really though, the world isn’t fair at all. Here I am trying so hard to get a boyfriend then there’s this ungrateful bastard with six girlfriends.”
“Please… stop reminding me. I get headaches when I think about it too much. Having multiple girlfriends is a nightmare, it’s too exhausting. It’s completely overrated.”
“Go die. Really, just die.”
Chapter 355. Forming a Strategic Alliance. (7/10)
“If I said I was a devil, and we could write a contract where my life would end if I betrayed your trust, would you believe me?”
“No, I’d ask you to see a doctor.”
“What if I could prove it to you?”
“Prove it to me? How?”
“How about signing a contract where a small circle cut will appear on the back of my left hand without either of us doing anything if a certain condition is met.”
“Is this supposed to be some sort of lame magic trick to deceive me?”
I showed the back of my hands to her and asked, “Does it look like I have a fresh cut on the back of either of my hands?”
“No. But you could try something after.”
“You can hold both my hands the entire time to make sure I can’t do anything funny.”
“Well… I guess I can entertain this.”
“I’d like two chances with these contracts though.”
“Huh? Why?”
“To be honest I don’t know if this will actually work. I’ve never tested this sort of condition in a contract before. It might require a soul being offered for it to work. I’d like to try it without any soul offering though.” Logically speaking, I couldn’t imagine how I could be hurt if there was no connection to her soul. Well, even if there was, the entire notion was absurd to begin with, but I'd already more or less come to terms with the fact that souls existed.
“Soul? You need me to sell my soul?”
“Well, if we do go the soul route we can fully flesh out the contract including the part with me getting a cut on the back of my left hand if a condition is met. This first one will just be a test.”
“I can’t believe I’m even bothering to entertain this.”
“Well, you’re stupid after all. Idiots people believe in stupid shit, right?”
“You’re calling yourself an idiot, idiot.”
“Yeah, I know I am. I’m an idiot just like you after all. The only difference being, I’m a little bit lower than you on the idiot spectrum.”
“An idiot’s an idiot.”
“True enough.”
“Can I borrow some paper?”
“Sure. Here you go.” She pulled a few sheets out from a drawer in her desk and slid them over the counter to me.
I pulled out the pen from my pocket and started writing it up. It only took a minute since I was just testing the condition.
“Alright so whenever you say abracadabra, a small circle cut will appear on the back of my left hand. Just sign the dotted line.”
“Abracadabra? That’s lame, let me pick something I want to say instead.”
“Like what?”
“I want to keep it a secret.”
“Why?”
“So I can tell whether you’re somehow pulling any funny business. If you yourself don’t know what the phrase is, it will give you more credibility. Also rather than it being a circle, I want to choose that as well. That will make things even more impossible for you to pull a fast one if you don’t know what the shape is supposed to be.”
“Certainly, you make a very good point. Those two conditions aren’t a bad idea. However, it shouldn’t be something you may say often by accident. I don’t want to get a bunch of random cuts every time you say it. Also, the cut has to be small.”
“That’s fine.”
“Alright, I’ll rewrite it.”
This time I wrote it in such a way with blank spaces for her to fill in what she wanted the trigger phrase or word and the shape of the cut to be.
“Alright, you’re free to write what you want into the blank.”
“Okay. Leave the room for a bit, I’ll tell you when to come back in.”
“Alright.”
I stood outside for a minute while she wrote in what she wanted and signed it.
“You can come back in.”
I took my seat in front of her and placed my hands flat on the table for her to see. She grabbed my hands and said, “You’re a jerk.”
The two of us stared at the back of my left hand waiting for something to happen, but there was no change.
“Hey, it didn’t work.”
“‘You’re a jerk.’ That was the phrase you picked?”
“Yeah. There’s no star-shaped cut on the back of your hand. You’re just messing with me after all, aren’t you?”
“No, I’m not. I told you, it might not work unless you sell your soul.”
“If you expect me to sell my soul, there better be some damn good conditions in there. A lot more than just a little cut on the back of your hand for saying something.”
“Of course. Let me write it up.”
I took a fresh piece of paper and began writing down the conditions while saying them aloud.
“If I ever betray you, I will die. If you ever say _______, a small _________-shaped cut will appear on the back of my left hand. You will stop aging and be able to live forever so long as you are not killed.”
“Hah? Stop aging? Stop messing with me. There’s no way you can do that.”
“You said you wanted a damn good condition. This is one of the best conditions I can offer.”
“Can I add in a condition of my own as well?”
“Sure, what do you want me to add?”
“Just leave a line blank for me to add in my condition myself, I haven’t decided yet and want to think about it a bit.”
“Alright then. In exchange, you will assist me to the best of your abilities, wholeheartedly, without any complaints, with my plan to destroy the Swastika gang. You will also keep Yuna and Alicia, the girl who works with Yuna, safe. You will immediately notify me if anyone tries to hurt, abduct, or make contact with either of them.” Yes, I’d made these arrangements not just to keep Yuna safe, but Alicia as well.
“Alicia? Why do we also have to protect another girl?”
“Well… the thing is… Alicia is… also my girlfriend.” I explained with an extremely awkward look on my face. I’d decided to be honest with her about it. To acquire her trust, I couldn’t hide everything from her. If she found out later it could lead to unforeseen problems. She might start to think I’m hiding things from her.
“What the hell! You’re two-timing behind Yuna’s back?”
“Yuna knows about my relationship with Alicia. They’re actually really good friends.” But… it was far worse than just two though… there were even more. It was too awkward to say it, but I knew I had to.
“Womanizer. But why should I agree to protecting this extra baggage?”
“I’m agreeing to let you add an extra condition of your choice. That’s a pretty big risk for me. So in exchange, adding one more person should be the price.”
“Fine. I’ll accept that then. Are there any more women you’re involved with that I should know about who would be a concern?”
“Actually… there are… a few more… women…”
“Seriously?”
“Yeah.”
“I’m a bit afraid to ask, but… altogether… just how many girlfriends do you have exactly?”
“Uh…” Let’s see. Roll call. Rosa, Alicia, Irene, Angela, I guess Wisteria counts, and now Yuna. What is wrong with me?
“Sssssi…”
“Can’t even say it?”
“There are… six altogether.”
“Haaaaah. I’m a bit astonished you have the gall to say such an absurd number. Six-timing? You truly are a womanizer to the core.”
“I’m not! I swear! A lot of things just... sort of happened… and it turned out this way. It’s hard to explain. No, I can’t even explain it all if I wanted to. The story sounds too ridiculous to believe. Even I’m having a hard time coping and trying to accept how everything happened still.”
“Guys who make excuses are truly the worst. You didn’t force them or anything, did you?”
“No.”
“They all know you’re involved with more than just them?”
“Yeah.”
“And they’re fine with that?”
“Somehow… things worked out that way.”
“What number is Yuna?”
“She’s... the sixth.”
“And that Alicia girl?”
“The second.”
“Who’s the first then?”
“Her name is Rosa. In a way, she’s the mastermind who orchestrated my disastrous web of relationships with women. She had the hots for Alicia. Rose wasn’t very good at making female friends and Alicia was the first girl she ever became friends with on her own. After I started dating Rosa, she used me to tie Alicia down and keep her by her side.”
“It sounds pretty complicated like you said.”
“It is. Rosa doesn’t get along that well with Yuna though. Alicia is kind of like a bridge between the two of them. She befriends just about anyone, unlike Rosa.”
“Well, I won’t bother prying into it much more than that. But really though, the world isn’t fair at all. Here I am trying so hard to get a boyfriend then there’s this ungrateful bastard with six girlfriends.”
“Please… stop reminding me. I get headaches when I think about it too much. Having multiple girlfriends is a nightmare, it’s too exhausting. It’s completely overrated.”
“Go die. Really, just die.”
