Charles casually ordered some food and asked, "Herolf! Why do you seem a bit down?"
The old Goat took a while before replying, "Do you think someone who was tricked into signing a magic contract should be happy?"
Charles rubbed his forehead and had to admit that Herolf's unhappiness was utterly justified. He smiled faintly and said, "Herolf! You know, I hate a lot of things, for example, human trafficking. Because of the magic contract, I often forget the bad things you did in the past. If you think having a magic contract is unpleasant, I can release you from it—and then kill you!"
Charles stared at Herolf, enunciating each word, "You know, killing you now wouldn't really be a problem for me."
Although Charles was only at the Second Level, Herolf shivered and immediately cheered up, saying, "No, I think having a contract is great! You know, in the entire Westwind Knights, only three people have this honor."
Charles smirked and asked again, "Herolf! Why do you seem a bit down?"