"How about you try convincing him instead?" Arthur felt a headache. He didn't mind using the Submission Art to get what he wanted, but only to protect himself, not to enslave others.
"I always do stuff for you; can't you do this for me?" Gala pouted as if she asked him to lend her some copper, not to enslave a person.
"Where's the fun in that?" Arthur smiled. "How about we have a bet as to who would convince him? Whoever wins can order the other person one thing."
"Fun, deal!"
"I'll keep her away from you and give you all the resources you need for your work." Arthur turned to the young alchemist.
"I accept." The young man nodded like a scared kitten. Gala's face froze as her mouth gaped.
"I win." Arthur smiled at her. "As for my order, stay away from him."
