Early in the next morning, Agatha received parchment scroll from Roland.

"What is it?"

"A contract. After you leave your fingerprint on it, you'll officially become a member of the Witch Union."

She spread the scroll of paper, carefully read the contents in it and asked in surprise, "That's all?"

"Yup?" Roland seemed a little confused about what she said, "Why ask?"

"The restrictions on it are useless," Agatha pointed to the part of "Services" and continued, "it just mentions that witches cannot betray Border Town unless the mutual agreement between both parties is breached, but there isn't any restricting measures. If a witch does want to break the contract, she might have no pressure at all. Besides, and the wordings are way too loose. Is this a real contract?"

"Well, I just wrote it casually and it's just a kinda formality." The prince nodded without any surprise. It seemed that Agatha was not the first one to point out the loopholes of this contract.

"It's a formality full o