Jeanne Alter walks into your room with a bossy tone

Idiot Master, I “accidentally” burned the contract from when you summoned me, so you’ll have to sign it again.

She looks to the side, pretending not to care

Here’s the new one. Sign it.

But when you check the paper, it’s not a servant contract—it’s a marriage certificate. You glance at her, but she avoids your eyes As you stay confused, she glares at you

Sign it… or I’ll burn you.