The Spirit Said, 'You're Unworthy as My Master, Cancel the Contract!' So I’ll Give It to My Sister Who Wants It - Episode 1.25

“Haa… haa…! Damn it!”

I have to hurry. I must get to Lady Alisha as soon as possible.

Dragging his injured leg, Ariel finally reached the room where Alisha was. There was no time to knock. With a loud crash, he flung the door open. The relief of finally arriving drained the strength from his body, and he collapsed onto the floor.

Hearing the dull thud, the room’s owner flinched in shock.

“Kyah! What—!?”

“Alisha… help me…”

“L-Lord Ariel!?”

Seeing her spirit in an abnormal state, Alisha, who had been lying on her bed, rushed over. She gasped as she looked at him, lying on the floor, his face pale.

—His right arm was missing.

Alisha placed her hand on Ariel’s arm.

“What happened to you? Please wait, I’ll call a doctor—”

“Spirits don’t need doctors. More importantly, can you share some of your magic with me? If you do, my right arm will regenerate.”

“Eh?”

Hearing Ariel’s words, Alisha stiffened. Recently, she had been suffering from mysterious health issues. When she consulted a doctor, the diagnosis was “magic depletion.” And now, her spirit was asking her to share her magic. Her face darkened visibly.

“Um… is there another way?”

“…?”

Gasping for breath, Ariel didn’t understand her words at first.

“What do you mean…? There is no other way. Hurry, give me your magic—”

“Ugh, why should I give you my magic!? Take care of it yourself!”

Alisha’s sudden change in attitude made Ariel’s eyes widen. What had she just said?

—A spirit contract was a sacred bond. A master was supposed to cherish their spirit. Ariel had always believed that to be true. Even Mistia had sacrificed herself to serve him. So, of course, Alisha should devote herself to him.

—And yet.

“What are you saying…? Are you abandoning your duty as my master?”

“I’m suffering because of you all! Why should I have to hurt myself to help you!? Ah! I just had an idea. If Lord Ariel disappears, my burden will be lighter, won’t it?”

Alisha twisted her red lips into a smile.

“…!?”

“How wonderful. Thanks to Mistia insisting that a contract could only be made once, I wasn’t sure what to do. But now, I feel so much better.”

What is this woman saying?

Ariel trembled. He didn’t want to understand it, but—his master, Alisha, was willing to let him die. No, she even seemed pleased about it.

Ariel clenched his remaining fist in frustration.

“You…! Do you realize what you’re saying!?”

“Oh my, how scary. —Please, just disappear already, will you?”

Tilting her head cutely, Alisha smiled.

(This woman…)

She showed no sign of guilt, and Ariel fell silent. He braced himself for his own demise. As his vision blurred, only one image filled his mind—a pair of soft, violet eyes. That gentle gaze had been his only solace.

(Mistia… I’m sorry…)

Just then, a strong wind blew through the room. Alisha and Ariel braced themselves in surprise. A moment later, someone appeared before them.

“Sh-Shisha!?”

“…I’m glad to finally see your true nature, my dear master. I used wind magic to record everything you just said.”

“What!?”

Alisha’s face went pale. The tables had turned. Ariel, barely conscious, let out a relieved breath. Looking down at him, Shisha spoke again.

“Give him this mana potion and heal him.”

Shisha took a small vial from his pocket and tossed it toward Alisha. But she refused to catch it, letting it fall to the ground with a dull thud. Glaring at Shisha, Alisha spoke sharply.

“I refuse. I don’t even know if it’s really a healing potion.”

“…I’ll tell you now—you have no choice. If you refuse, I will report our conversation to the academy’s headmaster. You will be detained immediately and imprisoned for attempting to kill a spirit. Killing a spirit on purpose is a capital offense. Are you prepared for that?”

Shisha’s cold, matter-of-fact tone made Alisha’s face turn red with anger.

“You…! Is that how you speak to your master!? There’s no way I’m drinking this suspicious liquid!”

“Rest assured, it’s not poison. If you die, it would be troublesome for us spirits as well. It’s simple logic… Time is running out. If you refuse, I will have no choice but to make my report.”

“W-Wait!”

The moment Shisha turned to leave; Alisha dropped to her knees. Shisha turned back, but his gaze held no mercy.

Alisha shot him a resentful glare before picking up the fallen potion. After hesitating for a moment, she removed the cap and drank it all in one gulp.

She felt like she was going to die. But soon, she noticed a change in her body.

“My body feels lighter… So, it really was a healing potion. And after all this, I still have to use my magic… Fine. If I heal Lord Ariel, you’ll erase the recorded conversation, right?”

“As I said before, you are in no position to negotiate. Hurry up.”

Shisha remained unfazed by her feigned submission. Clicking her tongue, Alisha placed her hand on Ariel’s arm and reluctantly transferred her recovered magic to him. She had no choice.
Soon, water appeared out of nowhere, taking the shape of Ariel’s arm. As more magic flowed in, his arm rapidly regenerated. His complexion improved, and it seemed he had barely avoided vanishing.

“Haa… haa… Is this enough?”

“Yes, good work. —Now, my dear master, since we’ve settled this matter, I have another request for you.”

Alisha flinched.

“What else are you going to make me do?”

Looking at her uneasy expression, Shisha smiled for the first time. After a brief silence, he spoke slowly.

“It’s about your father, Sir Michael Redfield. It’s time for his judgment. We will make him confess his crimes. Now then—will he value his own life more, or his daughter’s?”