Bluebird Lady and The White Lion Family

 

And I couldn’t understand it. It didn’t seem to be a concept from the original, and I knew nothing about it.

 

Sophina squinted to express her frustration. Her body naturally tilted toward the informant.

 “Explain it to me, so I can understand-“ “I mean, you’ve already made that agreement, and I can’t interfere.” “What?” 

How does that make sense?

 

If there was already a contract…

 

Sophina lifted her arm and sniffed,

‘I don’t smell Jane’s perfume.’ 

 

Her skin smelled rather fresh and cool. She smelled it all the time and didn’t even realize it.

 

‘It’s purely a hunch, but it’s not Jane.’

 

Then, in a slightly cracked voice, the informant drew the line.

 “I can’t tell you anymore, either, because it’s too close.” 

Was there something going on?

 

Before Sophina could say anything more, the informant paused, and then continued.

 “You don’t want to become soul mates with me and get romantic, do you?” “No…” 

The informant smirked at Sophina’s neat denial.

 

Then, suddenly, she coughed, a raspy, choking sound.

 “What, what’s wrong, are you okay?” 

Alarmed, Sophina reached for her handkerchief and patted the informant gently on the back.

 

She sucked in a deep breath and confessed shakily,

“I’m sick.” “Oh.” 

I didn’t think she was sick.

 

‘Well, I thought she was a deer with healing powers, so she must have used them.’ 

 

Embarrassed beyond belief, I hurried to get to the point.

 “By the way, you have a question for me, don’t you? I won’t lie to you, miss.” 

The informant mischievously batted her eyelids.

 “I could swear on my life’s blood.” “You bet your life on it.” 

Sophina raised an eyebrow and muttered to herself. Then she regained her composure and suggested firmly.

 “Write a contract, something you can’t break.” 

I wasn’t convinced, but I knew there was a reason a Thanato contract would never work for us.

 

Another way would have to do.

 

Sophina pulled out the contract she’d filled out beforehand, just in case.

 

There were a few things she’d learned while chatting with Ririela the other day while learning to play poker.

 

In the territory of the crocodiles with the power of truth, a wooden shrine grows that has a similar effect.

 

Paper made from it was used to make enforceable contracts.

 

‘My sister’s friend is a crocodile, and she has a bundle of these precious papers.’

 

Thanks to her, I got some.

 

Sophina kindly reminded the informant of this fact.

 

The informant frowned slightly, showing a hint of distaste.

 “Well, that’s a bit of a problem.” “You lost the bet, what else are you going to say?” “I’ll just put my name on the contract, right, my lady?” 

The informant muttered something under her breath at this point, and then hurriedly took the contract from her hands, changing her demeanor from earlier.

 “Yeah, sure. It’s almost all on the front, just read it.” 

Sophina glanced at the informant and urged her on a bit.

 

The informant, puzzled, glanced at the contract, and then examined it.

 

Soon, the contract was signed by both of them, and Sophina and the informant began a heartfelt conversation.

 “…You knew I was going to the Clock Tower, didn’t you?” “Yes. That’s why I gave you the prophecy, my lady.” 

The informant didn’t deny it. Sophina probed more earnestly.

 “So the clock tower collapsing, that was your doing?” “Yes. Is there a problem?” 

That, too, was an affirmative. Sophina’s eyes widened at the cool, unassuming admission.

The edge of her voice rose on its own.

 “That, that’s why I—” “You’re alive and well. It couldn’t have been all that dangerous, could it? It was designed to collapse after a long enough time.” 

The informant smirked, then whispered in a sly witch voice.

 “Oh, and you took care of that clock tower thing, didn’t you?” 

Like a fan fanning a house on fire, she was concerned about Sophina’s purse as well.

 

‘Am I getting a little carried away?’ 

 

Shouldn’t she apologize for blowing up the clock tower in the first place, especially if someone could have gotten hurt?

 

Exasperated, Sophina snapped at her,

“Excuse me, aren’t you a sneaky brat, how can you be so brazen?” “What, a sneaky brat?” “Do you want me to give you a good beating or something?” 

Sophina didn’t back down, and she slammed the dice down hard. The attack was so disorganized that it made her head spin.

 “Hah…” 

A deep sigh escaped the informant’s red lips.

 

Whether she’d been traumatized or not, she staggered and blurted.

 “You’re the first woman to ever call me a little brat. If you’re trying to get my attention, you succeeded.” “What kind of person are you, and do you have no empathy? Is this a joke?” 

Sophina’s anger grew even more fierce.

 

She gulped down the lukewarm tea in front of her and tried to calm down.

 

After a while, when she finally regained her composure, she asked for clarification.

 “Why did you do this, anyway, and for what reason?” “One thing’s for sure, I’m not your enemy. There’s someone else who needs to be dealt with.” 

The informant sounded confident.

 

The non-confession was a bonus,

“I really like you.” 

Sophia didn’t believe it at all.

 “You look like you don’t believe me. I swear.” 

At the look on Sophina’s face, which is as furry as a Tibetan fox’s, the informant made a crazy offer.

 “I don’t want to put my heart on the line like a contract, and I’d love to pluck it out, but would you like it?” “No, I’m not taking yours.” 

Sophina shuddered reflexively.

 

Besides, how do you pull out a heart, what a bunch of nonsense.

 

As if she could read her thoughts, the informant insisted.

 “I’m serious. I’ll give it to you. Take it, my heart.” 

Why are you saying lines that sound like something out of Ropan Male Leads?

 

Especially under these circumstances!

 

Sophina wondered aloud at the informant’s state of mind.

 “Are you crazy?” “Halfway?” 

The informant answered nonchalantly.

 

Shaken, Sophina turned back to her usual sharpness.

 “Why are you siding with me anyway? How can I trust you after what you did to me? It doesn’t add up.” “Think about it, my dear.” 

The informant continued,

“I told you the legend of the Roneache flower, I gave you the code to the clock tower, and I erased all traces of your robbery.” 

Coming to this conclusion.

 “You should be thanking me.” “You have no conscience, do you?” 

What kind of crap logic was that?

 

Undeterred, Sophina narrowed her eyes and glared at the informant.

 “Help that others didn’t want is violence? I don’t appreciate it.” “…Really?” 

She responded lukewarmly, as if she hadn’t thought of that.

 

Looking at the floor, she pondered and then apologized to Sophina.

 “I see. I apologize if my behavior was rude, my lady.” 

She bowed her head obediently. Sophina scrutinized the informant’s countenance.

 

Or a look of disbelief, like she didn’t really realize.

 

‘What? Is she…’

 

Sophina put the final nail in the coffin, her voice softening but still firm.

 “Please don’t try such questionable behavior in the future, not even wrapping it up like this.” “I’ll be careful, milady.” “After this, let’s keep our dealings between us to just what we paid for.” 

With that, Sophina’s lips twitched upward, sneaking a glance at the informant.

 “Oh. There’s one thing I need to clarify about the terms of the contract we signed earlier.” “What do you mean, ma’am?” 

The informant flipped the contract over with a slight shuffle.

 

Sophina signaled with her finger for a further flip.

 “There. There’s a bit of ambiguity here, and I don’t think you saw it when you signed it earlier.” 

By signing an exclusive contract with A, B agrees to give any information A wants, but not to do anything arbitrary that could harm A’s reputation.

 

These terms were usually written in the corner of the contract with a lot of jumbled clauses.

 

Once, in other words, in such a way that it was difficult and complicated to recognize by sight.

 

Of course, here, the A was Sophina and the B was the informant.

 

‘I didn’t think the informant would actually fall for it.’

Sophina scratched at her head.

 

Then she glanced up at the informant and said,

“Did you read the part about paying with your life if you break it? You know you have no choice but to honor it.” 

‘You took down the clock tower, and I made you sign that contract.’

  

 

It was a trade-off. 

 

Sophina bowed curtly,

“I’ll take care of you in the future.”“…Oh, you’ve got me.” 

The informant’s mouth fell open.

 

Sophina released the tension in her shoulders and swallowed dryly.

 

‘I guess that’s good enough, right?’