Greatest Legacy of the Magus Universe

Chapter 405 Contract

The runic formation was circular in shape, carved with all sorts of strange and mysterious runes. Adam stood atop the formation, meanwhile, Yavia hovered before him.

"Are you ready?" He asked the wood spirit with a smile.

"Mm!" Yavia nodded her head, feeling nervous and excited at the same time.

Her mother had always told her that she was to never become a healing spirit for a Magus from the material world. Her mother believed no one would be fit to become her contractee.

This made Yavia feel that she was special, but at the same time, she couldn't help but feel envious of her friends and the other villagers who had signed a contract with the Magi from Saratoga.

However, now all of a sudden, this raven-haired youth appeared in her village out of nowehere. What was even more surprising was that her mother had allowed her to become his contractor.

I don't know what mother sees in him, but if she thinks this would be beneficial for me then she must surely have her reasons, Yavia thought to herself, her fists involuntarily clenching.

"Alright then, let's begin!" Adam raised his right hand and weaved a simple hand gesture. Following that, the runes underneath his feet lit up with a blinding light.

The light covered Adam and Yavia. A few moments later, the light receded, but a thin layer of it had formed on the bodies of these two, connecting them through an ethereal string.

Adam first respectfully bowed toward the wood spirit, displaying the proper etiquette required of him during the contract ritual.

He took a deep breath and solemnly began, "Yavia of the Spirit World, I, Adam Constantine, student of Saratoga Castle, ask for your support in times of need to heal myself and my allies, and to lend your help in my endeavor in the field of herbalism."

Yavia's voice was melodious like a gentle breeze through chimes as she replied, "Adam of Saratoga, I have heard your request and felt your sincerity. What do you offer in return for my aid?"

The ethereal string connecting the two of them shone with a brilliant light as the two began their contract ritual.

Adam had already discussed the terms of the contract with Yavia and the Matriarch beforehand. Now, all he needed to do was notarize it with everyone present as witnesses.

"In exchange for your assistance, I offer to support you in your advancement as a Magus in any way I can as long as it is within my capabilities," said Adam sincerely.

His eyes involuntarily shifted toward the Matriarch who nodded at him with a faint smile.

The Matriarch believed that if her daughter, Yavia, were to become Adam's healing spirit, she would receive immense aid that would guide her in her advancement to Rank 3.

This belief was almost instinctual maternal behavior. Or perhaps it was something that she felt as a powerful Magus herself. Either way, she chose to believe it.

"Very well," replied Yavia, unable to hold her excitement. "Allow me to place my hand upon yours and let us seal this pact."

Following that, Adam extended his right palm, allowing Yavia to fly over and gently touch it with her own palm.

The ethereal string connecting them shone with an even brighter light. The contract ritual was almost over.

Yavia then glanced at Adam and smiled, "I accept your vow. You shall have my support in battle and my aid in herbalism."

She paused for a moment before solemnly adding, "Remember, Adam, our bond is sacred and must be upheld with the utmost sincerity."

"I understand." Adam nodded.

Following that, the thread dimmed gradually until dissipating into motes of light and vanishing inside Yavia and Adam. The runes on the forest floor also stopped glowing.

The contract ritual had finally been established!

Adam glanced at Yavia and grinned, "Remember your promise! You'll be my assistant in brewing potions now! Kahahaha!"

Seeing him laugh like a madman, not only Yavia, but even the Matriarch was speechless.

Not giving them any time to ask him further questions, Adam weaved a hand gesture, resulting in the formation of a direct portal to the material world behind him.

Then, he jumped inside, leaving behind his parting words.

"Don't be late for work tomorrow, Yavia! Hahaha!"

Seeing the portal close and the space mending itself back, Yavia turned to look at the Matriarch with a dumbfounded look. "Mother… I didn't make a mistake signing a summoning contract with him, did I?"

The Matriarch's lips twitched. "Probably not."

…

A few days later, Adam found himself standing before Professor Whitaker's office door. He had an extremely troubled expression on his face.

Damn it, she looked really mad when she called me to her office earlier today, he thought to himself.

Suddenly, he thought of something, and his eyes slightly widened. It can't be! Did the Matriarch rat me out? Tsk, I should have known…

"Magus Constantine, don't just stand there!" Professor Whitaker roared from the other side of the door. "Come inside this instance!"

"Y-Yes, Professor!" Adam nervously stuttered before placing his hand on the lion-shaped knocker and slowly opening the door.

As he stepped foot inside the room, he saw the old professor sitting behind her desk, glancing at him with a deep frown.

I'm screwed! The youth loudly gulped.

He made his way toward the desk and stood there with his head lowered, not speaking a word.

"Sit," Professor Whitaker commanded sternly.

"Yes, ma'am," Adam weakly replied as he took a seat.

A long period of silence ensued before the old professor spoke up, "You know what this is about, don't you?"

Adam feigned ignorance, "Professor, is this about coming late to classes?"

The old professor intensely glared at him, causing him to shrink his neck. She then took a deep breath before yelling at him, "Did you really think your trip to the Spirit World would go unnoticed by me?"

Damn it, the Matriarch really snitched on me! Adam thought with a wronged expression.

"You were lucky that you ended up arriving in Rosalind's village," Professor Whitaker continued. "If it were hostile territory, you would have never made it back alive!"

Rosalind? So that's the Matriarch's name? Damn you, I'll be sure to make your daughter work extra time! Adam screamed inwardly.

Meanwhile, he continued to listen to Professor Whitaker scold him at the top of her lungs. Her nagging kind of reminded him of Berger.

This couldn't help but bring a faint smile to his face.

"You think this is funny?!" Professor Whitaker roared. "Looks like I must severely punish you!"

"No, no, Professor, it's not what you think," Adam hurriedly tried to explain himself.

Alas, it all fell on deaf ears.