"Alright, let's make a deal." Setting aside the fact that, in reality, the contracts were already relatively favorable, Cynrik decided to go down a different route.
Hearing the boy's words, Headmaster Rivia stiffened slightly. In his mind, the three different contracts were already above and beyond what he would typically give first-year students, yet here was someone, either in greed or unsatisfaction, attempting to forge his own document instead.
He truly had gone all out in offering the best terms allowed, so when Cynrik practically stated the terms of the contracts weren't good enough, he couldn't help but look down on the boy and label him as someone punching above his weight class.
After all, he was dealing with a 12-year-old child, not another adult, at the end of the day.
Before he could retort, however, and try to state there was nothing that could be done, Cynrik met the Headmaster's eyes and smiled like a wolf in sheep's clothing.