The Spirit Said, 'You're Unworthy as My Master, Cancel the Contract!' So I’ll Give It to My Sister Who Wants It - Episode 1.28

Suddenly, Skia’s sweet gaze shifted away from Mistia.

“The hallway seems noisy.”

Mistia couldn’t hear anything yet. But after a while, the sound of commotion finally reached her ears. It seemed that a large number of students were heading somewhere.

“Did something happen?”

“…It seems so.”

Skia frowned with a sense of foreboding. Could it be… that his identity had already been exposed? If that were the case, would he really be able to let go of the hand of the one he loved?

(I don’t know. I don’t want Mistia to see that hell, yet… I still wish to stay by her side.)

Just as Mistia rose from her seat, the library doors burst open, and Irene rushed in with a panicked expression. Seeing her urgency, Skia’s expression darkened even further. As soon as Irene spotted Mistia, she ran straight toward her.

“Mistia! Something terrible has happened—”

Skia’s face twisted, as if he didn’t want to hear what was coming next.

“Your uncle and younger sister are in the great hall, shouting that they wish to confess their sins—!”

“Huh…!? A confession of sins!? Don’t tell me they’re accusing me of abusing spirits?”

“No, Lady Mistia. It seems… that’s not the case.”

Then whose sins were they confessing? Mistia and Skia both looked uncertain. What Irene said next was completely unexpected.

“They… are confessing their own crimes.”

“—!?”

Mistia gasped, while Skia quietly let out a breath of relief.

However, Mistia couldn’t understand it. The uncle and sister she knew were not the type to regret their actions. Could this be a trap to frame her instead? Either way, it would be best to see for herself.

“We should go to the great hall.”

“…Alright.”

Skia reluctantly agreed. He had seriously considered taking Mistia away and running. But if he did, she would be forced to live in the shadows forever.

A decision had to be made.

(If danger ever comes for Mistia… I must be the one to leave.)

“I am Baron Michael Redfield, head of the Redfield family! And now, I shall confess the crimes I have committed—!”

A loud, almost desperate voice rang out.

At the center of the great hall, Michael knelt, his hair disheveled. In a reckless display, he kept repeating his words over and over like a broken machine.

A crowd of students surrounded him, murmuring in curiosity.

Behind Michael stood Alisha and her spirits. None of them met his gaze, all averting their eyes—except for Shisha.

Shisha, staring coldly at Michael, finally spoke.

“The audience seems to have gathered. Now, Baron Michael, confess your crimes before them.”

“……!”

“Father…!”

Alisha’s voice trembled with fear and sorrow.

Her expression evoked sympathy from those watching. But Shisha could see the truth behind her eyes.

(You’re relieved, aren’t you, Alisha? Grateful that it’s not you standing on the execution block.)

Michael clenched his fists tightly.

All eyes were on him, waiting for his confession.

A heavy silence filled the room.

“I… I conspired against my niece, Mistia Redfield’s parents… and took their lives… all to claim the headship for myself…!”

Gasps erupted from the crowd.

Mistia’s eyes widened in shock.

(My parents… didn’t die by accident?)

“That is his confession. However, there is another sinner who must speak.”

Michael’s head snapped up, his furious gaze locking onto Shisha.

“You… You swore to spare Alisha—!”

At the mention of her name, Alisha flinched.

Michael paled instantly.

Shisha let out a delighted smile.

“Now, let us all hear the truth—of the ‘innocent’ Alisha Redfield.”