Chapter 32: I Hate Slave Traders
Sebastian, that gallant dark elf, was responsible for guiding us out of the Lord’s office towards the slave wing. However, one thing bothers me more than it should: since when did that demon know Ravenna’s name if she never told him and we don’t even take off our masks all the time?
Even worse, why is Ravenna swaying from side to side? There’s something wrong with this situation, I’m absolutely sure of it.
Before she could fall, I grabbed her waist. She braced a hand against the rotten wooden walls and took a deep breath.
"Thanks..."
Karthak didn’t just take a "piece" of Ravenna’s contract, I think more was ripped away in the process.
Recalling it now, spirits, when they connect with witches, usually there’s an intimate bond with their souls, or at least that’s what’s implied in all Leonhardt’s battles against the villainous witches that appear throughout the story.
If that’s the case, and if Ravenna here is feeling unwell because of the piece taken from the pact, it means it’s not much different from tearing off a part of one’s own soul.
Of course, most of these are my assumptions, I’ve never made a contract with a creature from another plane, nor do I intend to, but it’s the only reasonable explanation right now considering her state.
"Lean on my shoulder, I’ll help you."
"No need, I can walk..."
"Shut up, anyone can see you’re not well. Just hold onto me, and we’ll be out of here soon. If I’d known you’d be like this afterward, I’d have rather sold my soul."
Ravenna finally stopped complaining and let out a sigh. She leaned on my arm as we followed the dark elf, entering the first door. He took a key from his neck and unlocked the passage.