Villain's Valor: A Noble Fantasy Resurrection

Chapter 103 : Bright dance

With my eyes fixed on the fairy, I felt a strange connection with her. Her tiny hands touched the glass, her dark eyes never leaving mine, as if pleading for me to set her free. The skin of her face was of a dark yet clear tone, and her pointed ears twitched slightly, as if eager to escape her confinement.

Following an almost instinctive impulse, I slowly approached the jar, delicately extending my hands towards it. The cold, smooth glass felt strange under my fingers, but my attention was completely focused on the fairy trapped inside. Carefully, I lifted the jar, keeping my movements gentle and controlled so as not to startle her.

The fairy's eyes never wavered from mine, and I could feel a palpable magical energy between us as I held her in my hands.

With great care, I removed the jar, which, like the fairy, was transparent. The creature's eyes lit up as she was freed from her glass prison. Her tiny hands grasped the edge of the jar, and her wings fluttered anxiously as she prepared to fly free.

Once out of the jar, the fairy gracefully rose into the air, moving her wings with astonishing delicacy. The magical energy she radiated was palpable, filling the room with a sense of wonder and awe.

The creature flew through the shop with astonishing speed, causing all the artifacts and scrolls to vanish in her wake. I watched in fascination as magical chaos unfolded around me, amazed by the power this little creature had over the world around her.

Lysandra approached me, with a look of concern on her face. "Be careful with that contract," she warned, her voice full of concern.

I looked at her with determination. "Don't worry," I assured her. "As you know, I always keep my word." My voice resonated with confidence, convinced that I would honor the deal I had made with Faeriluna.

I watched in awe as the fairy, with elegant and fluid movements, created shapes and symbols in the air before me. Her tiny hands moved gracefully, leaving behind a kind of black cord that seemed to flow like smoke. With a delicate gesture of her finger, she formed mysterious runes in the air, each one glowing with an ethereal and flickering light.

As the runes took shape, I could distinguish five distinct signs suspended in the air. However, I had no idea what these words meant in the language of the fairies.

The fairy stood still, her tiny eyes fixed on mine, radiating palpable anticipation. A tense silence filled the room as I stood there, feeling uncomfortable under her scrutiny.

With a bit of embarrassment, I coughed and glanced imploringly at Lysandra, seeking help in this unusual situation. However, instead of empathy, I found a spark of amusement dancing in her eyes.

"She's asking if you want to form a contract with her," Lysandra said with a hint of amusement in her voice, clearly savoring my confusion.

Surprise overtook me at the fairy's unusual proposition. It was uncommon for fairies to initiate contracts on their own; generally, it was humans who took the initiative in such agreements. According to ancient legends, when a fairy entered into a contract on her own, you gained access to a unique and powerful bond.

It was said to allow the fairy to enter and leave your soul at will, which could bring significant benefits.

Your mana would be completely purified every time the fairy entered and left, meaning constant renewal and greater ability to channel the magical energy of the environment. Additionally, it was said that this type of connection strengthened the bearer's resilience, allowing them to recover more quickly from depleted mana during the use of magic.

My eyes filled with excitement as I watched the fairy approach. With a quick movement, my finger was imbued with my dark aura, attracting the magical being's attention. The fairy quickly approached my outstretched finger, and upon contact with my aura, a bond formed instantly between us.

A jolt ran through my soul, feeling the darkness surrounding me come to life. From the deepest shadows emerged an imposing tree, its leaves a radiant black contrasting with the dark tone of its trunk. Black apples, shining like jewels in the darkness, sprouted from its branches.

The impact of the bond's manifestation was overwhelming. My mana quickly dissipated, leaving me feeling tired and drained. However, despite the fatigue, a sense of renewal and vitality washed over me.

The fairy approached my chest, and upon contact with my being, another jolt ran through my soul. A rapid absorption rate was unleashed, as if my body was being drained of all its essence. The pores of my skin opened slightly, releasing a viscous, dark liquid that flowed from the depths of my being.

A sharp pain spread throughout my body, making me feel as if I were being torn apart from within. My pores opened even wider, allowing the surrounding mana to be absorbed at a dizzying speed. My soul stirred within me, responding to the influx of energy.

The fairy within my soul began to move quickly, her tiny hands flitting about in a frenzy of activity. Her body radiated a bright glow as she flew around the shadowy tree that had manifested. Tiny specks of light emanated from her, illuminating the darkness around her.

The dark energy coalesced around the fairy, as if seeking to purify itself through her light. The scene was hypnotic, almost ethereal, as the fairy continued to move her hands in a delicate dance of power and magic.

Taking a deep breath, I felt the mana within my soul quickly replenishing, filling me with renewed energy. I closed my eyes, and in my mind, I could clearly see the fairy within me, smiling with excitement. A silent giggle echoed in the air, emanating from her tiny figure.

As I opened my eyes again, I sensed the presence of the dragon watching silently. His eyes, deep and penetrating, seemed to contain a world of wisdom and knowledge. The fairy, upon sensing another gaze upon her, halted in her movement, visibly puzzled. With a hesitant gesture, she brought her tiny finger to her lips, as if pondering what to do next.

The scene was surreal, with the diminutive being of light facing off against the majestic dragon in a silent exchange.