What did she just say?

  …A Djinn?

  “I believe that your feelings are showing on your face Mr. Dog.” Sage Yeltz said matter-of-factly, waving the pen carelessly in front of her.

  “I… Did not realise that the Commission had a habit of using a Djinn to sign contracts…” Aurelius replied, his face aghast with emotion.

  Calm down. There might be some sliver of hope somewhere… Aurelius thought to himself, staring absent-mindedly at the unassuming pen in the hands of that frightening woman.

  Spirits could not be killed in the conventional sense by humanity.

  For problematic spirits, there were two broad methods to handle the threats or potential issues posed by them.

  One was through the contracting of a stronger spirit, and having them ‘assimilate’ and ‘digest’ the spirit in question.

  Another was through the method of sealing.

  Through magic, one could bind a spirit to a vessel in the realm of reality, allowing for the creation of a sealed spirit.

  The reason that the three Orthodox Churches had a foothold in the realms of the power that governed the continents of Teotlcan was actually through this exact application of magic.

  The divine gifts of the three gods came in the form of spirit infused artefacts, something that is more commonly referred to as sealed artefacts.

  Rumour had it that this was a way of the three gods punishing unruly subordinates in their realms or their enemies.

  The Church and their hold on these powerful artefacts were enough to grant small miracles to followers, or to stand their feet in the games of politics against organisations like the 12 Magical Houses, the Royals, and of course, the Commission.

  However, even among sealed artefacts, the most powerful of them were referred to as Djinns.

  Djinns were what had been some of the highest ranking spirits in the spirit realm prior to their sealing. They would likely have had power equivalent to 2 of Archsage Livia’s devils, or at least 15 of Sylven, a wraith herself.

  They would at least be directly under the power of angelic entities to be called a djinn…

  “Ah… Honourable Sage… C-Could I ask what that particular djinn’s ranking is?” Aurelius forced through a horrified, petrified mesh of flesh that he referred to as a face.

  And as life slowly drained out of his eyes, Sage Yeltz gave the most ridiculous answer that Aurelius could have hoped for.

  “A minor angel.” Sage Yeltz replied drily, twirling The Pen casually in her hands.

  “...” Aurelius could only stare.

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  “To be specific, it’s at the level of a 3rd tier angel, so around the level of a Princeling." Sage Yeltz said.

  As far as Aurelius knew, there were around 50 angelic entities in the spirit realm and were broken down into 4 tiers of hierarchies based on their power.

  The 4th tier was the lowest, with the Commission assigning these angelic entities the title of Dukes. Lesser angels such as Cherub Mirae, who had been contracted by the Commission at the Academy fell into the category.

  The 3rd tier were named Princelings, and angels such as the minor god of business that served the Church of Dragons, Negon were included in the tier.

  At the 2nd tier were Ruler level, with titles of Kings and Queens being assigned to these entities. The Devil King Oscarion and the Fae Queen laid in this level as some of the most fearsome beings in the spirit realm. They were also included in the classification as Archangels.

  And the 1st tier was of course, the Draconic Angels, or more accurately for Aurelius, the three gods of Teotlcan.

  And in front of his eyes was apparently the sealed spirit named… Pultris?

  Aurelius could only blink blankly at the unexpected turn of events.

  He had expected that the artefact that he had used to sign away his freedom to the Commission would be an item like this.

  While he had doubts that the pen had been an advanced wind charm of sorts, a sealed artefact of this magnitude was insane to say the least.

  Sage Yeltz looked amused at this display by Aurelius, clearly curious to see what was going on his mind.

  She stepped gingerly out of the vault back into the corridor, and closed the doors shut.

  “It would probably be better if we didn’t disturb the other shit back there.” Sage Yeltz explained casually, not even the slightest bit concerned for Aurelius’s slowly overloading brain.

  Stepping forward, Sage Yeltz held the pen out in the air, its tip pointing down into the ground, and with a deep voice, she started to speak menacingly.

  “Traitor,

  Vow breaker,

  Djinn of the Commission, Pultris,

  Show me the terms that bind,

  Show me the records of Aurelius Vennor.”

  WIth the declaration, a gust of wind pulled towards the pen.

  As the sage let go of the pen, it simply floated in the air gingerly, sucking in the air all around the two mages in a display of suffocating power.

  Aurelius could swear that it was getting harder to breathe by the second!

  Much to the sage’s surprise, chains immediately materialised all around Aurelius’s poor, poor body, pushing the last of his air out of his lungs.

  The wind itself seemed to gain a mind of its own, as it slowly started to glow with mana to form an intangible shape in the colourless atmosphere, and a figure seemed to emerge eerily out of the pen, crawling and tearing itself out of the confines of its prison.

  How mana managed to gather like so in this ‘bound’ space, Aurelius could not even hope to guess, and he didn’t quite have the mental bandwidth to ponder anyway.

  In front of his eyes were the materialised Djinn, a Bound Angel, Pultris, and its golden eyes were shining through the shimmering nature of its translucent body.

  “...This is unusual…” The angel spoke, its blank, glassy eyes seemingly sparking with a small flame of vitality.

  Sage Yeltz stared at the Djinn with eyebrows raised and arms crossed.

  “What is unusual, Djinn?” She asked, her eyes clearly bearing an increasing level of irritation.

  “Just read out the contract, or show me the contract. It’s obvious that this boy has one with you, since he’s bound by you.” She said, massaging her shoulder in a display of complete indifference.

  “Summoner, I can show you the contract. However, I do not have any record of creating this particular boy’s contract.” The Djinn explained, its eyes apparently sparking in fascination. Or something ridiculous of the sort.

  “Koff-Th-The-The chains please-” Aurelius choked out pathetically, feeling his very bones crack like a symphony in the chains of whatever spell that was binding him.

  The Djinn glanced at Sage Yeltz for confirmation.

  With a solemn nod, Aurelius was finally freed from the chains.

  “Show me the contract.” Sage Yeltz commanded, feeling a headache coming on.

  “As you command, summoner.” The Djinn said, its voice echoing creepily across the walls of the corridor together with the groans of poor Aurelius.

  And with a flash of light, an illusory parchment appeared in the air in front of the sage.