"Forgive me for being greedy."
Flame King hurriedly apologized.
"Ok," Kiba accepted the apology. "But stop taking advantage of my kindness from now."
"O-of course, sir."
Flame King used the last ounce of his strength to resume writing in Blood Contract.
[The discretion on what day and how many days should be Valentine's Day solely belongs to Dr. NTR.]
Writing this was like issuing a blank cheque to Kiba to fuck his wife as he, please.
Furthermore, with this, he lost the option to use the House of Hestia to settle scores.
Flame King hoped this would satisfy Kiba.
With great hesitation, he glanced back and almost danced in joy when Kiba didn't strike him with the cosmic hammer.
Relieved, Flame King broke the quill. The words on the wall solidified, and an ethereal copy of them chained his heart, binding him in an agreement with Kiba.
