Game Of Chance? Wits?

"Here, write your piece."

Davis sent the True Soul Contract to her.

Fairy Runalise used her soul force. It barely extended from her head from all the seals, but it was enough to write. She took eight minutes to write three lines while Davis was shamelessly frolicking with his women.

Once Davis confirmed her acknowledgment, he got the scroll back and nodded.

"You're a woman of your word. I don't think the True Soul Contract is required, but it is a part of our agreement, so I won't say anything. Now, what do you request for the next round?"

"The same."

"Aiya, you still want to learn my secrets? You really must be an avid fan of me. You even barged into my home, wanting to spar."

"…"

This time, Fairy Runalise didn't reply. She kept her mouth shut, looking elsewhere until she heard him speak of his request.