That day, at the warden's office in Rose Iron Prison.
"Wait, wait a minute, this is still my first time, let me think it over." Presia was visibly nervous.
"It's okay, it only hurts a bit in the beginning." Daili gently persuaded from behind, holding Presia's shoulders, "I'm here with you."
"Don't waste time, hurry over. You've already nodded and agreed, what are you still afraid of?" Aiden was getting a bit impatient and urged her on.
"I am not afraid..." Presia hesitated, her hands still retracted.
Aiden couldn't help but roll his eyes, "It's just taking an oath, tying a contract, that's all. Do you even qualify as a black magic researcher?"
"This is about handing over one's life to someone else, could you do it so casually?" Presia retorted irritably.
"If you don't want to participate, you can refuse and continue serving your sentence in the cell; that would actually give me some peace of mind." Aiden spoke indifferently.
