"How much longer are you going to think? I've already told you I have other matters to attend to. Here, I'll give you ten more seconds to consider. If you don't pick up the pen, I'll pick up the sword."
At the moment when Victor's thoughts were racing, Lynn's urging voice sounded from the side.
Although he hadn't picked up a weapon yet, just a few impatient words were enough to make the demons suffocate.
"I... I'll sign!"
Feeling that impending sense of crisis, Victor knew she could no longer hesitate. After all, she wasn't dealing with some indecisive saint of the Human Race, but rather the contemporary War Emperor with rivers of demon blood under his command and a record of slaying the Demon Emperor.
As for the choice, there really wasn't much to say. Even the most severe humiliation in society can't compare to actual death. As long as she's alive, there's a possibility of becoming a Demon Emperor or even a Demon God. Once dead, there's nothing left.
