Price of Management

That night.

I attempted a contract at the Castle's underground liquor shed.

I put the Spirit Stone in a sandal and ground it into powder, then added it to the water and turned it into a sticky liquid. And then I started drawing the Spirit Contract Wizards. I've done it many times, so I'm good at it now.

Norm and Woundee squat next to each other, watching.

“Lulu, wait up, guys. I'll make you a third daughter. ”

- Third daughter?

- … daughter?

When Noam and Woundee asked, I answered.

“Of course. There's one and two, and now the third spirit to sign soon. Then we'll be sisters to Woundee. ”

- Me or you?

“Of course.”

Wounded's complexion brightens as she flies through the roof.

When the enchantment was complete, I stood in the center and cast a spell.

“O great spirit of the natural world, answer the call of my soul. ”

Pa!

A light of courtesy emanates from the sorcery camp. It was a bright light like the rising of dawn, tearing the darkness at dawn.

Third contract already.

I was shocked to see if I could succeed again. What other lovely child will be my spirit?

As time passed, the light that was emitted faded away. I watched him die eagerly.

However, no reaction occurred over time.

Could it be a failure?

It was time for a little disappointment.

- Oh, yeah?

Woundee's eyes are wide open. Norum's eyes twisted as well. Huh? What's wrong with them?

At that moment, I could also see the change.

It felt like hot heat was concentrating in front of my eyes. I sweated on my forehead because of the heat. And…….

Glug glug!

A handful of flames begin to burn in front of you.

It was a very pure color flame.

“Ah!”

I was fascinated by the beautiful color of the flame and stared dazed.

The flame began to change into the shape of a small child with an arm and leg.

The Spirit of Fire!

I looked at the flames that turned into the shape of a child in my anticipated mind.

Soon, the flame finished its transformation. That look…….

“Huh?"

I got confused.

This is ridiculous!

The flame became the figure of a ‘boy' who was ten years old. Even though I'm not a girl, it's even funnier...

- Heheh heh.

A spirit with the palm of his hand that looks like my son, who used to be my son, looks up and smiles at me with a flame!

“What is this……. ”

- I'm gonna burn it all.

A scoundrel who smiles badly.

It was my previous life's ruin when my son was ten years old and was a plague. Except the size of the palm of my hand and my whole body is made of fire!

What... what is this?!

The squishy-looking one provoked me to tears with a grumpy smile I had in my past life.

- I'm a salamander.

“Wealth, the Spirit of Fire. ”

Then I came to my senses.

Okay, let's calm down. That's not my son. It's the Fire Spirit Salamander.

The salamander tapped my shoulder and said badly.

- Let's make a deal. Hurry up.

I was trembling all over.

Spirit.

Do we really have to make a deal with this little prick?

Make it quick, contract. Hurry up.

The salamander insisted as if he was constantly working.

I reached out my hand reluctantly.

- Kiheehee.

The salamander reached out as if he was waiting. A strange sensation that connects the souls of each other in contact with each other begins to surge in like waves.

The heart of endless burning fire.

The will of a flame that burns everything and makes a strong light in the dark.

I shed an emotional tear for no reason because of that infinite passion.

That's how the contract ended. The salamander became the third spirit I had contracted with.

“Noum, Woundee, come here. ”

I summoned the two spirits and spoke to the Salamander.

“Now, you're my brother, and I think you should call Noon and Woundee sisters. Okay?”

- I don't know.

The salamander smoked something else.

Then Woundee asked me.

- Sister?

“Yes. Salamanders are boys, so Woundees are sisters now. ”

- It's me or you?

“Of course.”

Woundee approached the salamander with an anticipated gaze. Then he smiled shyly and greeted.

- How are you?

But Salamander shot Wounded in the face. The reaction caused Woundee to become confused.

- Oh, hi.

Undi greets you with caution once again.

But instead of answering the question,

- Ew.

Trimmed. Instead of a trim, a spark erupts and lands on Wounded's face.

Woundee became tearful. Soon, Noonfrost soothed Wounded.

What have you done to the poor Woundees?!

“You bastard! You apologize to your sister! ”

I was furious. The salamander blurted out his tongue and fled.

“Stop right there! Son of a bitch!”

He ran away without pretending to listen to me. What kind of spirit doesn't listen to a Spirit?!

This deal is off!

* * *

The next day.

The front yard of the city was noisy because of the spirits playing with excitement from the morning.

- Heheheh heh!

The salamander flies around shooting flames everywhere.

Don't, don't!

Wounded chases after the salamanders, dropping fire dung everywhere. It looked like my sister who was fixing the jokes of the mischievous younger brother.

Our good gnome made a castle out of clay by himself without caring about those two brothers.

However, Salamander approached Noam to see if he was tired of causing trouble. The salamander was interested in the spectacular mud castles made by Norm.

- What the hell is this?

Knowledge kindly explains the Salamander's question.

- It's a last name.

- Last name?

The salamander scowls at the muddy castle.

Bloop!

Fire gusts out at the castle. The Mud Castle is on fire and burning alive. Seeing that, the salamander slapped him.

- The burning castle.

Noonum stares at the clay castle with a dazed gaze.

- Oh, God!

Instead, Woundee's surprise blows water towards Mud Castle.

The shape of the castle was destroyed by Wounded's stream, although the profits and fire were extinguished. Undyne, who was furious and lofty, apologized to Noam for being sad.

- Sis, I'm sorry...

- Yeah, I'm fine.

Norm strokes Wounded's head. It was the oldest kind.

Stupid, stupid! I broke it, you idiot!

Salamanders making fun of each other. Oh, I'm serious.

- You, you!

Even that nice, gentle Woundee was angry at the ranting salamander.

- Oh, my God!

and Wounded made a whirlpool of water.

Gaaaah!

- Khh?

The salamander who was hit by the whirlpool retreated, screaming.

I'm gonna kick your ass!

Woundee looks at the salamander horribly with a whirlpool.

Water and fire poles. Moreover, Wounded was an intermediate evolved spirit. The salamander just started running scared.

- Come on!

- Hi-yah!

I'm chasing after a runaway salamander with a lot of anger.

As Wounded chases hard, the salamander finds me screaming.

The salamander quickly hid behind my back.

- Come on!

Woundee is angry at the salamander who hid behind me with a face full of pain.

- Dad, he's hitting me! You're gonna hit me!

The salamander snitched on me.

I opened my mouth to Woundee with a bloody smile.

“Woundee. You can't do that to your sister. ”

- Khehe, you can't do that! No, no, no, no!

The salamander frowned behind my back.

- Dad...

Woundee's lips were puckered with horror.

I stroked Wounded's cheek with a smile.

“Can you even have a whirlpool? I can't get out of my head with a whip. ”

- Oh, yeah!

Wounded smiles widely, and on the contrary, the salamander starts to retreat behind the staggering dance.

Woundee made a water whip like I told her to. Yeah, that's it. The son of a bitch needs to be punished to cry.

The salamander realized I wasn't the only one I could trust. You run away screaming.

- Stop right there!

Woundee wielded her water whip without cause and pursued the salamanders and chaotic battles.

I looked at him with a happy face.

Two cute daughters. And a troublemaker's son. Somewhat noisy but peaceful (?) It's a family landscape. If only I had a pretty wife like a rabbit here.

Thinking about it, I suddenly rubbed my hands on Woundee and looked at the salamander who was praying wrong.

Whenever I see him, my mind becomes complicated because I think of my biological son who went with his mother to his mother.

“Ahh... ”

I sigh deeply.

Why did he come out?

The spirit said it was summoned to the material system because it became what the Bondi Spirit wanted.

Spirits don't lie.

It means that I miss my own son in a corner of my heart.

“It's about Leyra, too. ”

Now I sighed again, thinking of my ex-wife who became Arthur's wife and became my brother-in-law.

At Arthur and Leyra's wedding, there was one thing I was confused about.

It was a grief from the fact that my son in his former life no longer existed forever.

No matter how much I hate him, he's still my son.

If I had worked harder at home, I would have regretted that my son might have become a better human being.