Chapter 21: Promises are a Scary Thing
"Congratulations, Mr. Novels; you're now officially a Spiritualist. But with that settled, shall we move on to our deal? Here are my terms of service. I'm sure you'll find them quite interesting."
Medea said to Adam, who gave her a silent look but just inwardly sighed as he said to her.
"Fine, let's hear it."
Medea just smirked at these words as she began to explain how a contract with her typically works.
"As a Divine Spirit, I don't require offerings of food or water."
Medea said casually.
"Nor do I need you to pray to me or make time for rituals. No, what I require is much simpler... yet far more difficult depending on the situation."
For a moment she paused, but soon continued as Adam listened carefully to what she had to say.
"Like I said earlier when I introduced myself, I am the Divine Spirit of Promise."
She continued, her gaze never leaving his.
"My very existence is the idea of the concept of oaths, pacts, and the weight of one's word. Therefore, my contract is simple: You must never break a promise."