"Wouldst thou care to tell more of this woman of dark fire?" Captain Herman asked me back then.
I had to simplify his words so I could understand. Probably, he said, "Would you care to tell me more about this dark-haired woman?"
Trusting that guess, I answered, "Her name was Fumiko—I heard."
"Fumiko. . . aye. . . that is the name. I assume that thou hast not signed a pact with this woman."
"Uh. . . I did, Captain."
He glided his hand closer to the trigger of his harpoon rifle as he whispered, "Thou hast made the worst decision that e'er could be on this cursed realm of Shannia."
"I. . . I'm sorry, Captain!" I panicked. "I didn't—"
"Aye, thou didst not know—a perfect prey for the cunning woman. A fool thou art, not reading before signing."
He was right, I'm indeed a fool in that regard. I should've read what was written there so—
Wait, I did not even know what was wrong with signing that.