The Spirit Said, 'You're Unworthy as My Master, Cancel the Contract!' So I’ll Give It to My Sister Who Wants It - Episode 1.21

“It’s about time for class to begin.”

“Then, I shall bring the tea set after class. Lady Mistia, thank you so much.”

“Thank you as well. Now, if you’ll excuse me.”

“Yes.”

Mistia smiled gently at Eileen. Seeing that smile, Eileen’s heart throbbed.

(My lady is too beautiful and adorable…!)

She had always been a lovely girl, but now she had grown into a young woman, her beauty even more refined. Moreover, her pure and kind-hearted nature, combined with her undeniable charm, made her impossible to ignore. As she gently stroked Mistia’s now smoother skin, Eileen watched with deep reverence as her mistress departed.

Mistia made her way to the classroom. After re-enrolling, she had worried about keeping up with the lessons, but those fears were unfounded. After all, she had already mastered the highest levels of fire, water, wind, light, and dark magic.

“—For this reason, spirit users are a rare existence. Even those who possess magical power are mostly unable to form contracts with spirits, thus becoming ordinary magicians instead.

Magicians use wands as conduits to cast spells, but spirit users are different. For them, spirits take the place of wands. Naturally, having a spirit cast magic instead of a simple wooden stick enhances its potency severalfold.”

Currently, Mistia was attending a class on magic studies. Since she had previously focused solely on spirit studies, this subject was a fresh experience for her. Her eyes sparkled as she diligently took notes.

“Now then, since we happen to have spirit users in our midst, let’s conduct a little experiment.”

At the professor’s words, all the students’ eyes immediately turned toward Mistia and Alisha.

“Now, the two of you, please step forward.”

“Yes.”

As Mistia rose from her seat in response, Skia appeared beside her. The intense gazes from the female students pricked at her skin.

(Since I’m in class, I suppose it can’t be helped… but I really don’t want to see my former spirits.)

Alisha summoned her spirit, and Mistia’s former spirits appeared at the podium. Doing her best to avoid looking at them, Mistia averted her gaze as she stepped forward. Ariel, one of the former spirits, sent her a burning stare, but she pretended not to notice.

“First, I will demonstrate an elementary water spell. Water, Aqua.”

As the professor chanted the spell, a fist-sized ball of water appeared in his palm. It was a practical magic spell rather than an offensive one, capable of generating water even in arid locations—a very convenient ability.

“Now, let’s see how a spirit user performs the same spell. Lady Alisha, please cast the spell.”

“Understood. Lord Ariel, if you would.”

“Got it. Water, Aqua.”

At Ariel’s chant, a water sphere the size of a watermelon formed in his palm. The students gasped and murmured in awe. It was many times larger than the professor’s spell. Alisha and Ariel exchanged proud smiles.

“As you can see, even an elementary spell shows a significant difference in output. Additionally, spirit users consume less magic power, making them more efficient. Now, Lady Mistia, your turn.”

“Yes. Skia, please.”

“Understood. Water, Aqua.”

The moment Skia uttered the spell, the surroundings dimmed.

(Huh? Did he accidentally use dark magic—?)

Splash!

“Kyaa!”

“Waaahhh!”

Chaos erupted. A massive amount of water suddenly materialized in the classroom, drenching the students. Windows shattered, doors burst open, and water gushed out. Some students nearly slipped, but Skia swiftly prevented any injuries.

“……”

Silence fell over the now-drenched classroom, save for the dripping water. Due to an active protection spell, Mistia alone remained unscathed. Feeling incredibly awkward, she glanced sideways to see Alisha clinging to Shaitan, completely soaked and pale-faced.

“And so, as demonstrated, the power of a spirit user’s magic varies significantly depending on their magical capacity and the rank of their spirits. In contrast, a magician’s magic remains constant, regardless of their magic reserves. This has been an enlightening lesson, wouldn’t you say?”

It seemed the professor intended to continue the lecture.

A droplet fell from the tip of the professor’s pointed hat. Mistia swiftly bent at the waist and deeply bowed.

“M-My deepest apologies! I will restore everything immediately!”

She had Skia use a drying spell, a combination of fire and water magic, which instantly dried the classroom. The students, accustomed to magical mishaps, readily forgave her.

However, one person was not so easily placated. Alisha, her lips trembling with anger, shouted at Mistia as she returned to her seat.

“How cruel, Sister! Why did you humiliate me on purpose?! Was it my fault?! Was it because I helped your spirits?! I just couldn’t stand by and watch you mistreat them!”

Mistia froze at Alisha’s sudden outburst.

(What is she talking about?! This is too out of the blue to comprehend… Ah, does she think I deliberately made my water spell stronger than hers? But why bring this up publicly instead of privately? Does she have no noble dignity at all? Sigh… Is she the one spreading the rumors about me?)

“I’m sorry. But I had no intention of humiliating you. It was my first time chanting that spell, and things went out of control. I do regret troubling everyone. However, I cannot ignore your claim that I mistreated my former spirits.”

Mistia crossed her arms and sighed, exuding the aura of a cold beauty. She was not the cute type; rather, her elegance often gave her an aloof impression. Alisha hesitated slightly, and someone else, unable to stay silent, spoke up.

“It was the former spirits who abandoned their mistress, deeming her useless. Why do you remain silent? And your dear sister encouraged them. The rumors being spread at this academy are troubling my lady.”

The students murmured amongst themselves. “Mistia even captured a criminal, proving her righteousness,” they whispered. The tide was shifting in Mistia’s favor. Feeling cornered, Alisha raised her voice.

“You’re lying! Ariel, tell them! Weren’t you mistreated?!”

“W-Well…”

Ariel’s hesitant response made Alisha click her tongue in frustration.

“Now, now,” the professor clapped his hands. “That’s enough quarreling. This is still class. Return to your seats.”

Alisha bit her lip but eventually fell silent. She could sense her position shifting.

(Why is Mistia suddenly above me? I should be the superior one—in looks, in talent! Why won’t those spirits obey me? The ones I inherited are useless, and thanks to Shaitan, I was utterly humiliated…!)

Her anger slowly turned toward the spirits. Only Shisha, sitting beside her, silently observed her twisted expression.

After class, as Mistia and Skia returned to her room, a voice called out from behind.

“Mistia!”

Turning around, she saw Ariel, his pale blue hair gleaming. Just seeing his face made her stomach churn.

“Can we talk alone?”

“I have nothing to say to you. Excuse me.”

As she turned to leave, Ariel grabbed her arm tightly, making her wince in pain.

“Wait! I stepped aside for your sake! Please, make a contract with me again—”

Before he could finish, a chilling voice rang out.

“—Do not touch her, filthy traitor.”