The Spirit Said, 'You're Unworthy as My Master, Cancel the Contract!' So I’ll Give It to My Sister Who Wants It - Episode 1.13

The next day, just before noon.

Mistia was reading in her room when she heard a soft knock on the door. She closed her thick book with a snap and placed it on the side table. Then, she called toward the door.

“Please, come in.”

“Excuse me.”

At the same time as the voice, Skia, who had been hiding in the shadows, appeared next to Mistia, weaving golden particles. Since they had only been given one room, Skia had been holding back, saying, “If I stay here all the time, it’ll feel suffocating for you.”

He rested his hand on the hilt of his sword, staying on guard.

The door opened. Standing there were several women dressed in beautiful gowns. After a polite bow, five of them entered the room. One of them, wearing a peacock-feathered hat, clasped her hands together and smiled at Mistia. Mistia, surprised, stood up and blinked in confusion.

Skia removed his hand from his sword and leaned against the wall, seemingly deciding there was no need for caution.

(Huh? I have no idea what’s going on!)

“Nice to meet you, my lady. We are tailors hired by the Marchioness Simpson. I am Evelyn Walters, the owner of Walters Tailor. Thank you very much for your patronage. Now, my lady, may we bring our products into your room?”

“A tailor? Um, I don’t remember ordering anything…”

“It was a surprise request. As for the payment, Lady Mary has already covered it. She thought you might refuse, so she asked me to deliver this letter to you. Here you go. — Now then, my lady, tailoring takes time. May we bring everything in?”

“Ah, yes.”

The woman who introduced herself as Evelyn handed Mistia the letter with a warm smile, then her expression shifted into that of a sharp professional. She clapped her hands twice.

In an instant, the small room was filled with mannequins dressed in gowns and dresses hanging on racks, brought in one after another.

Mistia stood there, stunned for a while, before finally turning her attention to the letter in her hands.

(Let’s see… “I have taken custody of the spirit sword. A friend immediately asked to buy it, so I sold it. They were extremely grateful, and I was even treated to a luxurious dinner that night. I deposited the money into an account under your name, so please check it later. Also, the dress costs are a gift in return for the dinner. Just accept it.” …This seems way too extravagant for just a thank-you gift!)

Mistia opened the bank book that had been enclosed with the letter.

Inside, it showed a balance of 10 million lias.

Ten million lias was an enormous amount of money. To put it into perspective, it was enough to buy a billion apples. In other words, it was a mind-blowing fortune that would last a lifetime.

(T-ten million lias…!? Only the royal family or a duke’s household could afford this!)

Her hands trembled.

An overwhelming sense of guilt swelled inside her as she thought about Skia, who had given up such a valuable spirit sword. She hesitated for a moment before inching closer to him as he leaned against the wall, watching the work being done.

“Skia, they found a buyer for the spirit sword. And, um… The headmaster made sure the money was deposited into my account. It’s an unbelievable amount. I could hire a hundred maids with it.”

“That’s great. Something useless turned out to be useful after all. Go ahead and hire a hundred maids.”

Skia chuckled, making a light joke.

“I’m not going to hire a hundred maids! But… um, thank you again. Are you really okay with this?”

“Yeah. Just don’t go thinking you should return it later. If you want to save my pride, then let it be.”

“…Alright.”

Truthfully, she had been considering returning it. But since he had seen right through her, she fidgeted with her fingers awkwardly.

Just who was Skia, to possess such a precious item?

Mistia stared at him, lost in thought. Skia noticed her gaze and smirked.

“If you give me something in return, I’d be happy.”

“I-I will! Anything you like!”

Mistia leaned forward eagerly.

Just then, a small cough interrupted them—it was the shop owner.

“Pardon me for interrupting your conversation, but we’re ready to begin. Gentlemen, please leave the room now.”

“…Skia, would you wait outside?”

“If I say I’m worried, that would be overprotective, wouldn’t it?”

Skia lowered his gaze slightly, clearly reluctant to leave Mistia alone. Seeing this, Evelyn interjected.

“It’s not forbidden for you to stay, but there will be a lot of changing involved. I believe it would be more awkward for the young lady.”

“In that case, I have no choice. The protection spell is still active. Call my name if anything happens.”

“I will.”

With that, Skia dissolved into shimmering golden particles from his feet upward, disappearing in a graceful scene straight out of a fairy tale.

The women in the room let out small gasps of admiration, momentarily pausing their movements.

A few moments later, realizing they had been distracted, Evelyn cleared her throat in embarrassment. The other women hurriedly returned to work.

(He’s unbelievably stunning… Even professionals can’t help but stop and stare.)

Mistia nodded to herself in agreement.

“Alright, let’s begin! This is a battle! First, we’ll take care of your hair, and then—”

Mistia’s cheeks twitched at the tailor’s perfect, confident smile.

Before she knew it, countless hands were on her, swiftly stripping her of her clothes. She was seated in a chair, and a woman took a firm hold of her messy hair.

The woman furrowed her brows in determination, as if preparing for battle against a lifelong enemy.

It hurt—a lot.

Mistia could only watch blankly as strands of her hair fell to the floor.

“Magnificent! This is my greatest masterpiece! Ah, I wish I could summon an artist to paint this moment!”

Evelyn clasped her hands to her cheeks in delight.

Mistia, standing before the dressing mirror, slowly opened her eyes.

And there, in the reflection, was—