The Spirit Said, 'You're Unworthy as My Master, Cancel the Contract!' So I’ll Give It to My Sister Who Wants It - Episode 1.1
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- Episode 1.1 - The Coldhearted Woman
“You Have No Magic, So You Are Not Fit to Be Our Master. Break the Contract!”
The backyard of the Redfield estate was bathed in the orange glow of the setting sun, blending into the evening mist.
There stood a lone girl, facing four figures. The trees, wrapped in dim shadows, rustled in the wind.
“The spirits have spoken. Their noble power must be wielded at its best. Sister, please grant me the position of the contract holder!”
Alisha Redfield, the baron’s daughter, spoke while the spirits drifted by her side. She was beautiful, standing alongside the handsome spirit beings. With golden hair, blue eyes, and skin as white as snow, her lips were as red as fresh-spilled bl00d. She looked like a delicate doll.
The one being confronted was her older sister—Mistia Redfield, the baron’s daughter.
Mistia had dull, thin silver hair. Her slanted, pale purple eyes, inherited from her mother, lacked brilliance. Her features were elegant, yet she was overshadowed by her sister. And when it came to magic, she could never match Alisha’s vast reserves.
“Lord Shaitan…”
Desperate for someone to deny this was real, Mistia called the name of the fire spirit she had first contracted.
He had blazing red hair and eyes of the same color—a ruler of raging flames that could incinerate monsters in an instant. Shaitan was a high-ranking spirit, taking the form of a handsome young man.
“You’re too gloomy. A coldhearted woman who never smiles! I heard you always bully Alisha. You don’t seem to have a heart at all!”
It felt as if Mistia had been struck hard in the head. She had never once bullied Alisha. It was an outrageous accusation.
And “coldhearted woman”? That was never her intention, but to him, she must have seemed that way.
Alisha smirked victoriously and clung to Shaitan’s arm. Beside them stood two more spirits—the wind spirit, Shisha, and the water spirit, Ariel.
Shisha had his arms crossed and eyes closed, showing no interest. Ariel, the water spirit, had translucent, pale blue hair and eyes of the same color. With a slightly androgynous beauty, he was someone Mistia had spoken to from time to time. Surely, he would defend her.
“L-Lord Ariel…”
Her trembling lips called his name. Ariel turned his gaze toward her and smiled gently.
Seeing that, Mistia forced a hopeful smile in return.
(He’ll understand. He knows I would never bully Alisha.)
“I’m sorry, Mistia. I choose Alisha too. She eats sweets with me and even gave me a jewel the other day. Have you ever played with us even once? Alisha grants our wishes. She loves us. And yet, you…”
With a sigh, Ariel looked at her with disappointment.
Mistia’s vision darkened from the shock. Her world swayed.
(Sweets? Jewels? Playing together?)
What is he talking about? Spirits are summoned to protect the kingdom from monsters. I sacrificed everything—sleep, meals—studying to be recognized as a spirit user. I gave up my most precious years as a young noblewoman for them, to save my family from ruin.
For Mistia, who had little magic, maintaining contracts with three high-ranking spirits took immense effort.
She had abandoned tea parties, glamorous balls, and even marriage prospects, dedicating herself entirely to her studies. As a result, high society labeled her a weirdo.
The spirits accused her, but where had she even found time to bully Alisha?
Her days were consumed with work. She knew she had not spent enough time with the spirits, but she had believed they would wait for her.
Because she had loved them from the bottom of her heart.
(If someone is willing to take my place… a part of me is relieved. But I loved them. That love is what kept me going.)
“Why…?”
She had given them everything. She had done everything just to be acknowledged by them, to protect them.
Her gaze accidentally met Shisha’s. But the moment their eyes locked, he looked away indifferently.
At that moment, something inside Mistia shattered.
How long did she stand there, frozen? It felt like both an instant and an eternity.
“…Sister? Are you ignoring me again?”
Alisha’s voice trembled.
That voice snapped Mistia back to reality.
Alisha’s large eyes were misty with unshed tears, the corners reddened. Shaitan glared at Mistia with sharp eyes.
What is this? It’s like they’re painting me as the villain.
She understood. This was a turning point in her life.
She could desperately try to hold on to them and walk down a bleak future—or…
“Being a spirit user is no easy task. Even so, do you still wish to command them?”
The arms she had desperately clung to—she let go of them without hesitation.
Coldhearted woman.
Shaitan’s words weren’t entirely wrong.
Her five years of sacrifices were now meaningless, and yet she didn’t scream or cry.
She simply faced reality and made the best choice.
It was both her virtue and her flaw. But she was not an ice-cold lady.
That was why, unnoticed by anyone, she was crumbling under the weight of the spirits’ betrayal.
She simply did not show it on her face.
Lifting her head, she looked at them with empty eyes.
Her chilling gaze made Alisha falter. But when she realized what Mistia was saying, her expression lit up with triumph.
“Y-Yes, of course! I believe I can handle them well. Rest assured, Sister.”
Everything Mistia had built—Alisha wanted it all.
(…Then, you can have it.)
There was no future in clinging to spirits who wished to leave her.
“Understood… Then, I will carve their names onto you. This can only be done once… Is that acceptable?”
“Yes! I swear to the gods—I will never let them go. I will become a great spirit user in your place!”
(How ridiculous. It’s as if I abandoned them. But no, I was the one discarded.)
A bitter smile curled Mistia’s lips.
She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath to suppress her laughter.
A long silence followed.
Finally, she opened her eyes and looked at them one last time.
“Goodbye.”
Her voice carried the faintest trace of sorrow.
As Mistia placed her hand over Alisha’s heart, a soft glow spread.
Alisha’s eyes gleamed with greed, certain she was gaining the power she longed for.
(Goodbye—to the Mistia who once loved spirits so purely, so naively.)
From this experience, Mistia learned one thing.
Loving something does not mean it will love you in return.
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