Claude spoke again, addressing Ereneth, whose mind seemed to have momentarily broken.
âNo, I donât think you understand... What Iâm saying is that the High Chief has to work with us for thirty years.â
âWhy? W-why?â
Ereneth stammered, thrown off by the unexpected situation. As the noble High Chief of the Elves, such absurd experiences were unheard of for her.
Claude snapped back, raising his voice.
âWhat do you mean, why? Because thatâs what the contract says!â
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âCanât you just look at the contract?â
Ghislain had only skimmed through the contract before signing it at the time. He clearly didnât know anything either.
âWhen I read the first contract, there was no mention of this. Donât tell me...â
That damn Claude had been yammering next to her, distracting her completely. Claiming there was a mistake, he had offered to draft a second version.
She remembered it now. Her headache had been so bad that she hadnât even bothered to read the revised version before signing it.
It was at that moment she realized what had happened. That had been when the trick was played.
Ereneth turned to Claude and shouted, âDid you deceive me?!â
Claude, looking genuinely offended, shouted back, âWhat do you mean, deceive? You read the contract yourself! Did I hold a sword to your throat and force you to sign?â
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