The Spirit Said, 'You're Unworthy as My Master, Cancel the Contract!' So I’ll Give It to My Sister Who Wants It - Episode 1.14

“Is this really me…?”

Mistia never thought she would say such a line, like something out of a novel. But she truly felt like she was someone else.

Standing in front of the vanity mirror, she spun around, making her dress flutter. Her once messy hair had been trimmed neatly and now shone with a luster, thanks to walnut oil. Her rough hands had been softened with ointment, and even her nails had been carefully filed and polished. The patched-up gray dress she used to wear was now tucked away in her closet, replaced by something entirely new.

And what a beautiful dress it was. Designed to match her pale violet eyes, it had a soft blue gradient fabric layered with multiple tiers of tulle. Pearls were sewn into it at various points, giving it a subtle, elegant sparkle.

With Mistia’s naturally fair skin, the dress made her look like a silver fairy who had wandered into the human world. The shop owner, her cheeks slightly flushed with pride, stood beside Mistia, reflected in the same mirror.

“You are the most beautiful young lady in the royal capital! To think such a wonderful gem had been hidden away! This dress will surely create quite the buzz— ahem. I mean, I can’t wait for everyone to see it. But before that, perhaps you should first present yourself to that handsome Holy Knight in private? Of course, we will make ourselves scarce.”

The “handsome Holy Knight” she mentioned was Skia. Mistia lowered her face in embarrassment, too shy to give a direct response.

“Mrs. Walters, thank you. Now I can dance at the ball without worry.”

“I am delighted as well. Now, this is just a temporary dress. The finished gown will take a little more time to complete. Once it’s ready, we will deliver it to you. The dress you’re wearing now is yours to keep.”

“Are you sure?”

“Of course. Now then, Lady Mistia.”

“Mrs. Walters.”

Mistia bowed deeply, full of gratitude. The shop owner returned the bow. Her room, once overflowing with clothes and objects, became empty and quiet again as they left.

(She saw right through me. Before, no one could read my emotions. Why now? And if Skia also noticed… what should I do?)

A nervous girl stared back at her from the mirror. She had been feeling more emotions lately—surprise, joy. It was like walking barefoot on a cold winter beach. It made her uneasy, yet at the same time, she found herself enjoying it.

(So, this is what it means to be free…)

“You may come out now, Skia.”

As Mistia spoke, a warm breeze blew behind her. She slowly turned around. There stood Skia, his face full of surprise as he gazed at her.

His eyes darted around in confusion. When he met Mistia’s gaze, he quickly covered his mouth with his hand and turned away.

“—Beautiful…”

It seemed he couldn’t find any other words to say. For a moment, Mistia wondered if he was just flattering her out of kindness. But she shook off that self-deprecating thought. Mrs. Walters and the others had dressed her up so beautifully. She should accept the compliment honestly.

“Thank you.”

Mistia looked straight into Skia’s eyes as she expressed her gratitude. Seeing this, Skia let out a soft sigh.

“To be honest, I almost feel lonely. I don’t want anyone else to see you like this.”

(This is why I keep getting the wrong idea… Does he say things like this to other girls too?)

He always spoke in that sweet, gentle way, as if he were whispering honeyed words. If she took everything seriously, she felt like she would sink into an inescapable swamp. So, Mistia chose to brush his words aside.

“I have obtained my battle armor.”

“Calling it battle armor… That’s just like you.”

Even though she wasn’t wearing heavy armor, she somehow felt braver. Dressing up gave her strength.

“Lady Alisha Redfield has arrived!”

Alisha stepped into the ballroom, wearing a confident smile. Her custom-made gown, prepared just for this day, complemented her beauty. Her light makeup highlighted her delicate features, but her lips were painted a bold, striking red. Everything was in place.

The sound of her heels clicked against the marble floor.

Gasps and murmurs filled the room.

Alisha was undoubtedly a stunning beauty.

Her flawless pale skin, deep blue eyes like the sea, and golden hair that shone like the sun. Every feature was perfectly arranged, and her charming smile captivated all who saw her.

Holding a red rose at her chest, she gently blew on its petals.

As the petals fluttered, three high-ranking spirits appeared. Summoning three such spirits at once required an immense amount of magical power.

It was a brilliant performance—both graceful and a display of her strength. As expected of Alisha.

She instantly became the center of attention. Many noblemen surrounded her, eager to invite her for a dance. She smiled enchantingly, but behind her eyes was a sharp, calculating gaze. She was evaluating them.

(These academy nobles are far better than those country bumpkins back in Redfield. That one’s a viscount… He looks easy to manipulate, but I need someone of at least a marquis rank.)
A young viscount, entranced by her beauty, stepped forward.

“Lady Alisha, I’ve heard much about you. I can hardly believe it—you’ve made a contract with three high-ranking spirits? Even skilled mages struggle to control one! It is an honor to have such a brilliant lady among us.”

“Oh my, thank you so much—”

At that moment.

“Lady Mistia Redfield has arrived!”

The ballroom turned its attention toward the new arrival. Alisha, still surrounded by admirers, smirked.

(So, she’s finally here. I wonder how pitiful she looks this time?)

She knew Mistia had left home without taking anything valuable. She expected her to be wearing rags, just like always. Eager to see her disgrace, Alisha searched the crowd.

But what she saw was not the Mistia she had imagined.

“…!?”

Alisha gasped.

Under the chandelier’s glow, Mistia’s silver hair shimmered like moonlight. Her long bangs had been cut short, revealing her delicate face. Her violet eyes, lowered in a languid yet mesmerizing gaze.

The masterpiece gown from Walters’ tailor shop highlighted her fragile beauty.

Mistia extended her hand into the empty air. A nobleman, enchanted, reached to take it—

But someone else got there first.

With a cascade of golden light, Skia appeared. The nobleman, stunned, watched as Skia smirked at him coldly.

Screams of admiration filled the room.

The elegant blue cloak Skia wore swayed as he moved. Moments ago, the ballroom had belonged entirely to Alisha. But in an instant, all eyes were now on Mistia and Skia.

Alisha’s ears burned with the whispered praises around her.

(Wha… What is this!? Why is she standing out more than me?! That dress—where did she get the money for it? She must have stolen it! How filthy!)

She clenched her dress tightly, seething with anger.

(Enjoy this moment while you can, Mistia. Once the duel exposes that you can’t use magic, they’ll all laugh at you!)