As for them, they actually also thought about it. As long as the contract is signed, the host will be polluted. They felt it was better to trust this crazy Viscount rather than let the polluted guy control them, at least he didn't seem like a bad person.
Hmm, a woman's intuition.
The Cursed Blood directly entered their bodies in the same manner, penetrating into the deepest part of the vessel that descended into the present world, finding the location of the contract, then pulling the entire contract out, and rewriting their name on a new contract.
At this moment, the two youths who were frantically searching for their female Heroic Spirits in the center of the Royal training field suddenly widened their eyes and turned red-faced, because they felt their bond with the Heroic Spirits being severed at that moment.
That bastard, dares to defy me as the host, and also finds a way to break the contract, damn it! Damn it!
