Chapter 45 - Contract Clash (1/2)
MF's skin was burned by the searing pressure of the air from travelling at supersonic speeds without protection. Soon, her skin had cooled down through the sheer amounts of nano-machinery in her blood, elevating the healing process of her wounds. Because of the current situation, MF purposely dropped her space-pocket pouch for her to retrieve later.
'I miss Foel for being able to store my items…'
The frightened Tuli immediately conjured her armor again. Her ability piqued MF's interest, and despite the problem she brought, the hellspawn could help the Ouroboros in one way or another.
”You want another fight!?” The lady of the throne shouted. ”Did you hire that naked goddess? If you have the wealth, why don't you pay your taxes!!”
Tuli's lips trembled, sweat fell from her chin as her brain scrambled for an appropriate answer. ”I literally sold my soul and existence! And I'm not even the one who holds any power!”
Looking at the situation, MF felt like the skimpy woman above could be reasoned with. Her choice of words didn't mention MF to be anything impertinent or disrespectful, despite how she was naked and appeared like a weirdo. Speaking of taxes, MF now saw Tuli with lesser respect on how she couldn't pay her financial obligations.
”Milady.” MF flew slightly toward the living cloud. She stored most of her blood from the sword onto her wings in a geometric pattern. Preferably, to show less aggression. ”What has my new slave brought upon to trouble you, if I may ask?”
”She is your slave now!?” The lady was shocked, she unconsciously leaned her head forward with a scrunched up face before resting her back on her throne again. ”Tuli, Tuli, Tuli. Why do you make this process harder?”
”It's not like I wanted to be my current master's slave!”
”Basically, that hellspawn over there hasn't paid her tax for twenty years. The higher ups on the second layer of the underworld were offering me a contract to make this specific rascal pay,” said the lady of the throne as she gestured her hand in Irritation.
MF casually caressed her chin. ”How much debt does she have?”
An ethereal document was spawned in front of the lady, she aimed her gaze to read the content as she spoke the content out loud. ”24,672 HEL. Small information for you dweller of Neamh, 1 HEL is the equivalent of a high rank mana crystal if I'm not wrong.”
'How the hell did she accumulate that amount of debt!? Not even the richest young master in prominent Citadels would even be willing to lend that amount of money!”
This was the first time that MF was genuinely reconsidering her life decisions. The tax collector seemed to come from the underworld too; an underworlder was known for their stubbornness, it could be good or bad depending on whose side they were on as they were always loyal to what the contract said.
MF wanted to punish Tuli as much as she wanted to kill Elon—despite the fact that she had given up due to how ridiculous Fortune's blessing was, but she knew that the debt would be her responsibility no matter what.