Elantia reached into her collar and pulled out a pendant. A golden key gleamed brightly.
“This key proves your right to use the ‘Right to Ask a Question of Truth.’ It’s a golden opportunity to reach any truth in the world just once, to get answers to questions even the gods can’t provide. What do you think? Don’t you just want to have this key?”
“No, not really…”
“That can’t be! You must want it. You have to.”
“…Let’s say I do.”
“I knew it! Then, let’s have a one-on-one battle right now! If you win, the key is yours. But if you lose… Oh, don’t worry. Even if you lose, there’s no penalty for you.”
As expected of a demon, she was skilled in deceitful tricks. The battle would be a magic duel, which I couldn’t even use, and if I lost, she’d probably enslave me for life.