The Spirit Said, 'You're Unworthy as My Master, Cancel the Contract!' So I’ll Give It to My Sister Who Wants It - Episode 1.20

“L-Lady Mistia. I sincerely apologize for my rude attitude the other day! Someone dear to me was among those you saved, and I was foolish enough to believe strange rumors. I deeply regret my actions. Please, forgive me!”

Standing before Mistia was Lady Rebecca, the very girl who had once gossiped about her in the courtyard.

Despite Rebecca’s apology, Skia regarded her as if she were nothing more than an insect, causing Mistia to break into a cold sweat internally. Meanwhile, Rebecca, pale under the weight of Skia’s intimidating presence, seemed ready to collapse at any moment. Feeling sorry for her, Mistia gently reassured her.

“It’s quite alright. I’m simply glad I could help someone close to you.”

As Mistia offered her a soft smile, Rebecca’s cheeks turned a deep shade of red. She stood frozen, failing to respond as expected, leaving Mistia tilting her head in confusion.

(Huh? I thought I smiled properly…)

The truth was, Rebecca had been captivated by Mistia’s smile. Realizing that she had been staring in silence for too long, she hastily spoke.

“Ah! Y-You’re truly kind! Thank you!”

With Rebecca’s bright smile, the tension between them slowly dissolved. After exchanging a few pleasantries, Rebecca performed a graceful curtsy and left.

(I’m glad she trusts me now. Ever since I helped Irene and the others, the harsh glares at the academy have lessened.)

This was the academy library, where Mistia had been spending most of her time outside of classes since her return.

(Although I get glared at less than before, I’m still being watched. It’s not hostility anymore, but curiosity—like they’re wondering what kind of person I really am. I just want to go unnoticed.)

“Mistia, you’re so kind.”

“Rather than kind… I simply don’t dwell on such things.”

“But I do. I want to sew shut the mouths of anyone who speaks ill of you.”

“Ufufu.”

Mistia chuckled at Skia’s grim joke. Of course, he was entirely serious.

Seeing Mistia’s laughter, Skia was pleased and gazed at her dreamily. Though she was used to his beauty, it was still breathtakingly overwhelming.

(My spirit is just too beautiful…)

A group of young noblewomen nearby let out excited squeals.

“It’s like a princess and her holy knight!”

(P-Princess and holy knight…? This library is becoming harder to stay in. I need to focus on my real purpose.)

Resisting the urge to bury her face in embarrassment, Mistia changed the subject.

“Skia, may I see the book?”

“Of course. What are you looking for?”

“I want to check a spell—one that can completely erase scars.”

“Completely, huh… Well then.”

With golden particles swirling around it, the book of light appeared. Yes, it had to be perfect.

In Mistia’s mind, the image of Irene’s severe burn scars surfaced. Wounds inflicted because of her. Those scars had surely brought Irene unnecessary hardship. If nothing else, she wanted to erase them as a form of atonement.

(Restoration magic… There it is! With enough magic power, it can even regenerate severed limbs. Incredible—but will it work on Irene’s long-healed scars?)

“There’s still time before the next class. Shall we visit Irene’s room?”

“Yes, I hope this helps.”

“So do I.”

Skia seemed unsurprised that Mistia had found such magic, acting as if its existence were a given.

(Has he seen such a spell before?)

Though curious, Mistia decided not to ask and headed toward the maids’ quarters with Skia.

As they reached Irene’s room and prepared to knock, the door opened, revealing Irene’s characteristic slightly curled locks.

“Oh, Lady Mistia! Is something the matter?”

“Irene, sorry for the sudden visit. May I have a moment of your time?”

“Of course! Please, come in.”

Blushing with delight at her beloved lady’s visit, Irene ushered them inside. The room carried the fresh scent of tea leaves—she had been selecting tea for the afternoon. A simple table was set with a three-tiered tray filled with adorable pastries, tempting to the touch.

“You went through all this trouble? You didn’t have to.”

“I wanted to bring you joy, Lady Mistia!”

Despite everything she had endured, Irene remained resilient. Seeing her act so cheerfully, Mistia felt a pang in her heart.

“Thank you, Irene. Now, this may be sudden and unpleasant to recall, but… may I heal your scar?”

“…!”

Hearing those words, Irene clenched her hands together. She had already been saved, and now Mistia was offering to erase her burn scars as well? A mix of joy and tearful emotion crossed her face.

“It would be a dream come true. But please, Lady Mistia, know that I have never resented these scars. Please remember that.”

“…I’m sorry.”

Mistia had replayed that moment over and over, regretting that she hadn’t been able to protect Irene. She had always feared Irene harbored resentment toward her. But the gentle smile before her dispelled those doubts.

A single tear slipped down Mistia’s cheek.

“Mistia.”

Before Irene could react, Skia was already by Mistia’s side, his expression dangerously close to tears himself. Mistia shook her head—she was not the one who should be crying.

“I’m fine, Skia. Irene, I can’t return the time you lost to pain, but this is my way of making amends. May I see your arm?”

“Yes.”

Irene rolled up her sleeve, revealing her burned, hardened skin. Skia placed his hand over the scars, chanting carefully.

“Restoration Recovery.”

Golden particles enveloped Irene’s arm. This spell’s effectiveness depended on the user’s magic power. Mistia held her breath. She desperately wished for Irene’s smooth skin to return.

Clenching her hands tightly, she prayed.

“Lady Mistia, please open your eyes.”

Slowly, Mistia did. She saw Irene in tears—tears of joy. Her once-scarred skin was now smooth and flawless.

“It worked…!”

Relieved, Mistia exhaled. Suddenly, Irene threw her arms around her, squeezing tightly.

“I have nothing to give in return! You saved me, gave me hope, and now even healed my scars. How can I ever repay you?!”

“You don’t have to. I did this because I wanted to. If I could ask for one thing, it would be for you to be happy and to keep smiling.”

At that moment, Mistia realized something.

She had once felt the same overwhelming gratitude toward Skia. Now, standing in his place, she understood his feelings—he never wanted anything in return, only for her to be happy.

(Was that how Skia felt…?)

A warm sensation spread in her chest, and she smiled.

(I hope I can smile more from now on.)

Suddenly, Irene pulled away, her expression serious.

“Lady Mistia, I’ve never heard of a spell that can perfectly heal burn scars. Nor one that allows instant teleportation. Please be careful—someone may try to exploit your power.”

It was a valid concern. But before Mistia could respond, a quiet, chilling voice cut through the air.

“…No need to worry. If anyone tries, I’ll behead them all.”

Irene froze. The light had vanished from Skia’s eyes.

(He wasn’t joking!)

Watching the pair, Irene swallowed hard. She had to be careful—if she died, she wouldn’t be able to stay by Mistia’s side.