The Hidden Extra: The Lazy Prince Refuses to Ascend The Throne Chapter 658 Obtaining a Personal Weapon

"This is the contract. Its name is Eternal Shackles."

Eternal Shackles stood as a contract brimming with vast magical might. It earned the label of forbidden, a tool no mage would dare wield.

This pact was ancient as well, mostly erased from the memories of today's mages.

Commonly, such a contract eternally enslaved its target. Destruction proved impossible without also obliterating the vow at its core.

Obsidia's vow bound her to the Lyren family founder and every descendant thereafter as her lords.

Selecting anyone beyond that lineage was strictly banned for her. Her survival hinged on drawing mana straight from her master's flesh.

Millennia had flown by, but the contract's grip endured unbroken.

Obsidia's power could climb endlessly, yet escape remained beyond her reach. As the contract's victim, she held zero power to end it.

Her chains would persist until the Lyren line vanished entirely.

Nolan scrutinized the skull emblem with intense focus.

"This is a very powerful contract," he muttered.

A faint sigh slipped from Obsidia. She knew its strength all too well, and Nolan seemed powerless to aid her.

"But I can remove it."

Obsidia froze in shock at his declaration. Disbelief filled her stare toward Nolan as her voice quivered, "You can remove it? You're not joking, are you?"

Nolan rolled his eyes. Being the Singularity of Chaos meant lies never escaped his lips.

This task was utterly minor for him. Eternal Shackles' famed strength posed no barrier; he could shatter it with ease.

Nolan pressed his palm to the bare skin nestled between Obsidia's breasts.

Though a spirit, her flesh felt solidly real, the warmth radiating genuinely under his fingers.

Her generous chest yielded softly, but Nolan harbored no indecent urges.

Erasing the Eternal Shackles contract consumed his sole attention.

Obsidia's face flushed hot meanwhile. Boundaries between sexes had once meant little to her.

Weapon spirit by nature, after all. But time's lessons had drilled those limits deep into her awareness.

Buzz!

Dark radiance suddenly erupted from Nolan's palm. Simultaneously, the chest skull mark shook wildly.

Right then, beneath Obsidia's amazed eyes, cracks spiderwebbed the mark, it splintered apart, then erased completely.

Nolan pulled back his hand. "How do you feel?"

Obsidia shook off her trance. A swift self-check followed, eyes bulging wide.

"That restraint… it's gone!" she cried out, unable to believe it.

The contract's unseen weight had haunted her body since forever. She'd always recognized Eternal Shackles as those phantom irons.

But what choice did she have?

Absence of that pact meant no present existence for her. Truthfully, the Lyren founder and she had each claimed their prize.

Even so, the ancient binding dissolved so simply after endless years. Stunned she stood, the scene feeling like pure illusion.

"Didn't I tell you it would be easy for me?" Nolan chuckled lightly while standing. "In that case, let's make a contract between the two of us."

With those words, Nolan shaped a cryptic hand seal, then tapped his index finger to her forehead.

Whoosh!

Dark purple brilliance flared out, flooding the room with light. It faded moments after.

"Don't worry. Even though it's called a contract, it's really just a formality. You and I are equals, so relax," Nolan assured calmly, hand retreating.

Freedom alone would seal Obsidia's devotion—he grasped that perfectly.

Thousands of years' isolation had tormented the woman. Eternal Shackles' yoke added suffering, however subtle.

Thus Nolan refused to chain her anew. A dedicated weapon wasn't vital anyway.

Spatial forces and bare knuckles let him crush nearly any foe.

Yet a signature weapon screamed status. No risk came with claiming one.

Obsidia probed her form, verifying Nolan's claim. Zero bonds lingered; true freedom surged within.

Gratitude and ease flooded her. One knee hit the ground as she bowed low in honor.

"I, Obsidia, the spirit of the Void Reaver Disc, swear to serve as your weapon forever," she pledged.

Nolan grinned, lifting two fingers. Instantly, Obsidia floated upward.

"Don't kneel like that. You're my personal weapon now, so act a little more arrogant," Nolan quipped playfully.

Obsidia paused briefly. Then a stunning smile lit her face unawares.

"Mm! I understand!"

"Go back inside me first and recover."

Obsidia's gaze glittered eagerly. Nolan's mana had tempted her forever.

Her body dissolved to light without delay, racing to his forehead before vanishing.

Nolan alone stayed now, beside his knocked-out sister and Aldrian's corpse slumped on the floor.

Nolan approached the bed, perching on its rim. His sister's peerless beauty stared back, god-crafted perfection.

Palm to Seira's brow he set. Subtle black glow leaked from it. Soon her lids twitched open gradually.

Blankly she gazed awhile before rising.

"Where am I?" she murmured faintly.

"You're in the room. Aldrian was about to rape you, but I stopped him."

That voice jolted her. Seira whipped around, spotting Nolan.

"Nolan? Why are you here?"

Nolan smiled. "I came to save you. If I'd been even a little late, Aldrian would've raped you."

Those words revived restaurant horrors. Stomach churned with revulsion, cold dread gripping her veins.

Aldrian's depravity had blindsided her utterly. His failure proved a blessing. Otherwise, instant suicide awaited.

"Where is he?" she demanded.

Nolan gestured at Aldrian's dead form on the floor.

Seira's eyes flared wide momentarily, composure snapping back fast.

"Did you kill him?"

"Yes, I killed him. Don't tell me you're sad, Sister?" Nolan teased.

Seira eye-rolled, tweaking his cheek. "No way. I'm actually glad. Only with his death can this engagement finally be broken off. I'm tired of all this drama."

A quiet sigh came from her, though her smile screamed utter relief.

That betrothal's true burden only she knew. Mother aimed for Ancient Kingdom of Eron aid via it; Gulvar and Melody chased Singularity of Light shelter.

Essentially, Seira and Aldrian served as disposable tools till worthless.

Sudden recall of the royals drained her color. Trembling, she pressed, "Nolan… Aldrian is dead. Won't we face retaliation from the royal family?"