Chapter 1428 Unexpected Guest

Chapter 1428 Unexpected Guest

The sea of Varian's soul was a mix of seven different colors, perhaps directly from his seven different paths.

The water in the sea—at least that's how it visually seemed—was a mix of multiple colors, expanding every second, pushing farther and farther into the void.

The 'spirit' sat in the depths of the sea.

The usually free spirit now had a golden shackle covering it from head to toe.

The contract.

It's not a normal grade contract. Even if peak rank 9s help, the contract would stand strong. In the worst case they manage to crack it, it'd damage Varian's spirit and had a great chance of killing him.

Since it's a direct attack on his spirit, his consciousness, his great physical regeneration would be of no use.

Of course, as an <Ignis>, Varian could recover from the damage. In the worst case, he could store a bit of his spirit, blow up the rest to break the shackles and start regeneration.

But it'd take an incredibly absurd amount of time to get back to the former state.

Isadora had only a few cracks in her spirit due to the forced actions of Sia and Enigma during her life and death battle against Varian.

Even the minor injury took a whole synergy session and weeks of time to heal.

In the end, these were all conventional solutions on breaking a contract.

But the moment Varian decided to use the power of slivers against the contract, he broke away from all norms.

It's like bring a gun, no, a tank to a knife fight. Forgetting winning, the opponent lost any chance of even losing with dignity.

Ka! Ka! Ka!

The power of slivers slithered around the golden chain like a snake. Just by sheer contact, the strong restriction began to shudder, as if it's having trouble staying in place.

'It'll take a few days but oh well, small price to pay to buy my life.'

Varian continued to meditate when the bell suddenly rang.

"What am I doing? I'm holding you so you don't disappear again." She stared at his face as if she was trying to imprint his 'true form' and brought her lips closer to whisper. "Like you always did, isn't that right? Brother-in-law or should I call you Constantine?"

Varian exhaled deeply. If it made any difference, he'd deny it even in the face of horrendous pain.

But looking at her eyes, the woman was a 150% sure. There's no doubt in her mind about his identity.

"Can you please leave my arm? I won't be able to escape from you anyways. I'm just a rank 7 weakling."

Instead of taking the strongman approach, Varian appealed with his weakness. It's something he didn't like to do but when left with no other choice, he didn't shy away from the means available.

Miss Calamity pursed her lips at his words but firmly shook her head. "Nope. Nope. Nope. I got fooled by you twice! Or thrice? I am not trusting you on this at all!"

She began to look around and fiddle with the stuff. Most of it were items that's already present with this manor.

But some of them belonged to Sarah and Enigma.

Like a few books on the table that Enigma was reading. Some of them about people, emotions. Some about starcrossed lovers. A few about proper methods of

killing.

Or the pile of swords that Sarah broke during her practice. They were all thrown into a corner of the room. She intended to use the knowledge from legacy to try repair them.

"Wow! Enigma reads these books? I'd have never guessed!" She determined the reader from the life traces left on them, like a detective identifying fingerprints.

"Ah! Sarah is training so diligently. No, it's a bit too much. What happened? Is she trying to grow stronger and beat you up or what?"

Saying so, she snickered and elbowed him lightly, enjoying her own joke.

'The way she rang the bell to this, she doesn't see herself as an outsider, huh.'

Varian remained as silent as he could, trying to process the situation and find a way out.

But nothing came to mind.

Finally, she dragged him to the couch in the same position and sat comfortably, as if it was her own home.

"So...why do you call me brother-in-law?"