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Chapter 234 Sign the contract...Jira II

Jira, the cunning and calculating ruler, stood in the opulent throne room, his gaze sharply fixated on the entrance. His eyes darted about, searching for any signs of unexpected company. The room was filled with an air of tension, as if a hidden threat loomed in the shadows.

"I am to believe," Jira spoke, his voice laced with skepticism, "that you did not bring anyone else with you, except for those who stand behind you?" His tone was filled with a mixture of curiosity and suspicion, as if he already knew the answer but wanted to test Sato's honesty.

Sato sat comfortably and composed, his presence commanding attention. He met Jira's gaze unwaveringly and replied with a question of his own, his voice laced with confidence, "Why would I need to bring my entire army, Jira? This encounter is meant to be settled between us, face to face".

Hearing Sato's response, a sly grin spread across Jira's face, revealing a glimpse of his treacherous nature. "Good," Jira said, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "But unfortunately for you... you have made a grave mistake".

Before Jira could execute his sinister plan, the room erupted in chaos. Divanchi, a fierce and loyal ally of Sato, sprang into action with an unexpected burst of speed. Flames danced around her, flickering with an intense energy that matched her determination.

In a blink of an eye, Divanchi lunged forward, her movements swift and precise. She slammed Jira's head against the glass table with a resounding crash, sending shards of shattered glass flying in all directions. The once-imposing table now lay in ruins, a symbol of Jira's downfall.

With a surge of strength, Divanchi pinned Jira to the ground, her knees resting firmly on his back. The weight of her presence made it clear that his reign of terror was over. The room fell into a stunned silence, broken only by the heavy breaths of the defeated ruler beneath her.

Sato's sigh resonated through the room, his gaze unyielding as he observed Jira's pitiful state. Disappointment etched itself into Sato's expression, mingling with a hint of resignation. "And here I had hoped for a semblance of professionalism from you, Jira," he uttered, his voice laden with weariness.

With measured steps, Sato advanced towards Jira, his movement deliberate and purposeful. Before approaching, he stooped down to retrieve the contract that had been buried amidst the shards of shattered glass, a token of their previous negotiation. Standing upright once more, Sato held the document firmly in his grasp, a subtle reminder of the power he held in this moment.

"Jira, let us cease this pointless discourse," Sato proclaimed, his words infused with a threatening undertone. His eyes bore into Jira's, radiating an intensity that sent shivers down the fallen ruler's spine.

His voice dipped lower, laced with a dangerous edge. "I possess the capability to claim both this kingdom and your life with ease," Sato declared, his tone as cold as the resolve in his heart. "I could reduce everything to smoldering ruins, taking what I desire by force... and if anyone dares to obstruct me, they will meet a swift and merciless demise. No number of adversaries would deter me, bugs will forever remain as mere bugs in my path."

Leaning forward, Sato placed himself at eye level with Jira, making sure their gazes remained locked. With calculated precision, he unveiled the contract, presenting it before Jira's eyes. "But, Jira, if you choose to sign this document," Sato offered, a faint glimmer of opportunity apparent in his voice, "we can eradicate any further concerns. A new path awaits, free from chaos and destruction."

A pause filled the air, pregnant with the weight of the choices that hung in the balance. Sato's voice softened, taking on a chillingly calm demeanor.

"Alternatively, I could subject you to a torment so severe that begging for death would become your only salvation," he murmured, his words laced with a dangerous promise. "The choice, Jira, lies solely in your hands. What shall it be?".

Jira's laughter escaped his lips, a nervous tremor underscoring its tone. "What is this?" He questioned, his voice trembling with a mix of fear and disbelief. "I always thought you were supposed to be the righteous one, the so-called hero. And yet, here you stand, willing to sacrifice innocent lives for the sake of a single town?"

Sato's eyes closed briefly, a tinge of weariness evident upon his face. He sighed, his patience stretched thin. With a swift motion, he rose from his previous position, his body emanating an air of determination. "What do I think?" Sato retorted, his voice carrying a weight of resignation. "Perhaps it is time for you to find out."

In an instant, Sato extended his hands towards Jira, his words laced with a chilling resolve. "Very well then," he declared, his tone devoid of mercy. "Since you refuse to cooperate, I shall grant you the fate you so deserve. Prepare to burn, Jira."

The threat hung heavy in the air, prompting an immediate reaction from Jira. Fear crept into his voice as he cried out, desperation permeating his words. "Wait! I'll sign it!"

A twisted grin curled upon Sato's lips, his satisfaction palpable. He gestured towards Divanchi, a silent command that prompted her to release her hold on Jira. With fluidity, Yuri swiftly retrieved the ink and feather, placing them into Jira's trembling hands.

The tense atmosphere momentarily eased as Jira, realizing the gravity of his situation, prepared to affix his signature onto the contract. It was a fragile moment of submission, a choice born out of fear and the instinct for self-preservation.

With meticulous care, Jira knelt on the ground, affixing his signature to each page of the contract, one by one. His hand quivered with a mixture of fear and resignation, the weight of his actions sinking in. Each stroke of the pen marked his surrender, his acknowledgment of defeat.

Sato, Divanchi, and Yuri stood in silent vigil, their eyes fixed upon Jira's every move. Their expressions held a mix of triumph, caution, and a hint of pity for the fallen ruler. They observed as Jira's signature, a stark testament to his submission, graced each page without exception.

Meanwhile, unbeknownst to the others, Valamos, a shadow lurking behind the door, listened intently, his curiosity piqued by the unfolding events.

His laughter erupted in hushed chuckles, muffled by the door's barrier, as he found amusement in Jira's predicament. Yet, beneath the humor, a sense of intrigue stirred within him—an intrigue kindled by Sato's enigmatic inugami.

As Jira continued his task, the weight of his actions grew heavier, the sound of pen meeting paper echoing through the room. Each signed page represented a binding contract, a pact that would reshape their future.

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