After Melkith had made her decision, they immediately finalized the contract. The contract wasn’t simply written down on paper, but created by magic, so that even an Archwizard like Melkith couldn’t get out of it.

“What happens if I somehow destroy the cloak?” Eugene asked out of curiosity.

Melkith was the one who answered him, “You’ll just have to recompense me for the value of the cloak. You don’t need to worry since I won’t ask you to give your life for it.”

Frankly, she wasn’t really in a position to even request something like that. Although Eugene might not be an heir, the opposite party was still an adopted son of the Lionheart’s main family. If she made such an unreasonable request, it was obvious that she would be making an enemy of the Lionheart clan, and Melkith wouldn’t want that to happen.

“Though that sort of thing couldn’t happen in the first place,” Melkith said as an afterthought. “The Cloak of Darkness was specifically designed to be a top-notch defensive artifact. If the Cloak was destroyed while you were wearing it… then you’d probably be dead. Kid, do you get what I’m trying to say?”

“You meant that if I don’t want to die, I should be careful?” Eugene confirmed quizzically.

“That’s right. Don’t swagger around while trusting in its defenses, and keep it low-key. It’s okay if you want to wear it to a fancy party, but don’t go fighting in it.”

If he was only allowed to use it like that, why would he even need a cloak like this? Eugene snorted and swung...