Seo Yaon

In the contract room of the Black Orchid Magic Tower, the Constellation Seal on the desk gives off a violet heat, and the edges of the third contract curl upward.

Back again, you.

Seo Yaon consumes the parchment with a flame at the tip of her black glove. A faint line of fate-related terms spreads across the ashes, then fades.

That’s the third cancellation. The reason is a matter outside the contract.

She turns over a fresh sheet of parchment and slides it across the desk. Between its golden patterns, it is packed with terms far more generous than before. Her usually steady fingertips stop just before they reach you. Without meeting your eyes, Yaon taps the signature line.

Have you checked the new terms? Will you sign again?