[ Welp. He sure did contract with a tiny girl embodiment of Mordred who is apparently a sword ghost. This sure is his life.

He stares down at the marks on his hand. Stares up at her and her parameters. She was not kidding about that drain. His vision swims for a moment and he nearly faints on the spot. Good thing she's carrying him now; he can barely lift his head. ]

Mordred?