Going to the Northern Front

Just as I was about to pull the trigger, pumping the shotgun to load a new shell, I reflexively took a step back. As I did, something landed on the spot I was in previously, kicking up the dust.

"Clan Head! There's a big problem!"

Before the dust even settled, the person who came in such a rush shouted with a dash of impatience. I, however, do not have time to chat with her.

After taking a step forward, I grabbed her by the shoulder and pushed her aside.

"Chiyome, we'll talk later!"

As I raised the gun towards the Succubus Lord's face, looking like a child about to cry but with an infallible will burning in her eyes. As my finger touched the trigger, raring to pull it and end everything, a weird scene occurred.

[Notice! Automatically initiating contracting through the Faux Contract... Success.]

[Contract formed! The contract expires in 167 hours, 59 minutes, and 52 seconds.]

"... What the...?"