"I erased your memory of that encounter. Did you really think you were free from suspicion because of your luck alone? No, we actually had an arrangement back then…"
Logan's grin broadened as he began to explain.
"What arrangement?"
In response to Rey's question, Logan reached into his robes and withdrew a small scroll, its surface covered in Curse Art symbols.
"A Slave Contract," Logan revealed. "Placed on you during our first meeting. Dormant all this time, waiting for activation. It's a masterwork of Curse Art, Rey. So powerful that even death wouldn't break it. Once activated, you become my property. My slave."
Serena's eyes widened slightly—clearly, she hadn't known about this part of Logan's plan.
"That's brilliant," she breathed. "If he's your slave, then technically all his possessions transfer to you. Which means the thirty percent share becomes yours to redistribute to the Order. It's not breaking the contract; it's a loophole."
