“Anyways, sign this document. We’ll be binding it with a special seal.” Mr. Adam continued.

  “It’ll keep you from affecting the rest of my life on this god forsaken planet. The gods know that you’ve already caused me enough headaches” He grumbled as he pushed a piece of paper towards Aurelius.

  Aurelius took the contract in his hands as he started to read the neatly typewritten clauses. He was still unnerved by the gravity of what Mr. Adam had informed him.

  While he expected his situation to be rather unique, with his ‘benefactor’ being such a… weird god, Aurelius had no idea how to continue from his predicament.

  It was almost certain that death would be around every corner from this moment onwards, given that even anti-divination couldn’t erase the traces of his involvement in affairs such as his report to the Commission, and it would certainly not be able to hide his… arrest by Mr. Tona.

  The Fae were sure to investigate such occurrences around Aurelius, and will probably be sending assassins or kidnappers after him.

  Well, he could just die and start over in the next loop. However, death was by no means pleasant, and it had technically been a DAY since his last death. He was not too eager to keep dying over and over without an end in sight.

  “I’ll be working for the Commission? I suppose that’s fair…” Aurelius mumbled, scrutinising his contract. He struggled to think of an alternative solution that didn’t get himself tangled in a leash to this organisation, but his mind turned up blank.

  Even if he found a House to protect him, their resources would not be as diverse as the Commission, without even the guarantee that they wouldn’t exploit him or reject him outright. Additionally, these matters inevitably involved the Magic Commission anyway.

  “Absolute secrecy, anti-divination measures, round the clock surveillance, and… what? Training as an apprentice under… MS. YELTZ?” Aurelius reread the portion in disbelief.

  “Trust me, I’m not thrilled to tutor a shrimp like you.” She grumbled in response.

  Aurelius felt incredibly conflicted. This woman was rather… for the lack of a better term, crass. Additionally, she seemed to hate his guts quite a bit and her ability to sense his emotions was inconvenient to say the least.

  Yet, she could probably ensure his safety and show him the ropes of magical theory and help research his… predicament. She was a sage after all.

  Perhaps with her guidance and with such a contract, it would allow him to last longer in the current loop at the very least.

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  That’s when he got to the clause regarding contract infringement.

  “WHAT? Death upon breach or resistance?” Aurelius yelled, nearly jumping out of his seat.

  That was VERY extreme! He had no idea if the type of high level contract he was signing would carry over into his next loop if he died! In the worst case scenario, he would just keep dying the moment he ‘resurrected’!

  “Really, you should be happy we’re not executing you now.” Mr. Adam commented.

  “Dealing with divinity takes a lot of careful consideration. And the Commission has no record of Quetzalcoatl’s tendencies… Of course, we have Elven oratorical accounts, but it would be foolish to rely on such texts.”

  “We will still be reviewing these documents in our archives, but we’d rather not kill off one of his potential vessels, or… whatever you are for now. After all, The Commission stands as an institution founded exactly because someone else pissed off the gods.” He sighed, complaining about his inability to freely execute Aurelius.

  Aurelius personally found that very… concerning, if not outright horrifying. Anyone would be if the most powerful man in the world wanted to kill them and said so right in their faces.

  “Cough, errr, could we make the infringement thingie a little less… extreme?” Aurelius asked.

  “No. And we will be getting anyone you’ve told your story to a similar contract.” Mr. Adam replied dismissively, closing his eyes and rubbing them in an attempt to keep away his oncoming headache.

  I’m sure that Quetzalcoatl will… err… do something if things get messy… Aurelius thought, trying to ward off his pessimism as his lips wiggled in concern.

  He read through the contract over and over again, attempting to secure himself a little bit more… leeway from the clutches of the Magic Commission.

  Unfortunately, to him, the document was as all Commission contracts tended to be. Absolutely watertight.

  He was reasonably sure that Mr. Adam had written it up right before their meeting, and it kind of did impress him that the man was able to work with such efficiency and competence in such early hours of the morning.

  Gingerly, he picked up a pen on the table. It was an expensive looking fountain pen, carved with intricate golden patterns.

  The moment he finished writing his name, he felt a burning sensation in his hands.

  “W-What the hell?” Aurelius shouted, taken aback as golden chains lifted themselves off the page, each link almost as thick as his palms. It wound itself all around Aurelius, limiting even his movements.

  “Relax. The ink is made with ignivite. And the pen itself is made of wind dragon teeth. You would have a hard time finding a curse breaker potent enough to escape this particular contract. It’s just insurance that’s all.” Mr. Tona stated.

  The chains snaked and writhed all around his body, binding him in position with sounds of soft clanging. They wound themselves tighter and tighter around Aurelius, crushing the air out of his lungs before fading out of existence.

  “We usually use these to sign contracts with angel level entities. But we can never be too careful with an anomaly like you.” Mr. Adam commented, his eyes transfixed on his expensive pen.

  As Aurelius returned the slip of paper, gingerly rubbing his still uncomfortable chest, the three Commission members let out a sigh simultaneously, and the tension in the room lessened considerably.

  “Eh, welcome to the Magic Commission newbie!” Mr. Tona welcomed, his smile and casual attitude back.

  “Hmph, I’m going back to bed. I need to meet those Council members in the West later this afternoon. Know that you’ve messed up my morning meetings, Mr. Vennor.” Mr. Adam glared at Aurelius venomously.

  “Haa... it seems that you have become my first apprentice. Please refrain from rude thoughts as much as possible, apprentice.” Sage Yeltz sighed, her face complicated.