The Spirit Said, 'You're Unworthy as My Master, Cancel the Contract!' So I’ll Give It to My Sister Who Wants It - Episode 1.29

Alisha and Shisha’s eyes met.

Come to think of it, he had been cold to her ever since their contract was formed.

(Could it be… he made a contract just for revenge!? If that’s what you’re planning, Shisha, then I’ll drag you down with me…! There’s no way I’ll be the only one punished!)

If no one could force a spirit onto her anymore, then breaking the contract was the only option.

Alisha placed a hand over her heart and began chanting the forbidden spell.

If a spirit wished to end the contract, there was no punishment. However, if the master erased a spirit for their own convenience, it was a grave sin—one punishable by death.

Alisha knew this, yet she still chose to sever the contract.

Shisha noticed her intent and let out a quiet chuckle.

He raised his hand toward the sky and unleashed the wind magic he had carefully stored—directly toward the crowd.

“Stop! STOP!!”

Alisha screamed, her hair in disarray. But it was too late.

With a soft snap, a small light flickered—

And it began.

『Why should I waste my magic on you!? Figure it out yourself!

A voice—unmistakably Alisha’s—echoed through the great hall.

The audience gasped.

Alisha was known as a refined lady, the academy’s most talented student, always wearing a gentle smile.

Everyone believed that.

Alisha herself had worked tirelessly to maintain that perfect image.

Receiving admiration was everything to her.

But now, that fake mask was peeling away—piece by piece.

“Aah… Aaaaaah…!”

Alisha collapsed onto the floor, pounding her fists against it.

“I was already suffering because of you! Why should I have to sacrifice myself to save you!? …Oh! I just had a brilliant idea. If Lady Ariel disappears, my burden will be lighter.”

“Ugh… Uuuuh…”

Her sobs mixed with the voice playing in the hall.

“Oh, thank goodness. I was worried because Mistia set that ridiculous one-contract rule, but now I don’t have to deal with it anymore! What a relief.”

“……Ugh…”

“Ah, I’m so scared—please, just disappear already?”

“……”

As the playback ended, Alisha remained motionless, her face pressed against the floor.

Shisha’s body had already faded halfway.

And then, in his dimming vision, he saw a familiar figure.

(Mistia…)

The daughter of his beloved master, Serbia.

The same amethyst eyes.

In her gaze, Shisha saw a fleeting trace of Serbia’s presence.

(I’m sorry, Mistia. I should have let go of my hatred and cherished you instead. I should have told you Serbia’s final words. To you, I must have been nothing more than a grim, useless spirit who failed to protect your mother. But at the very least, let me send the ones who stood in your way straight to hell.)

(I won’t get to see Michael’s miserable end, but…)

With a bittersweet smile, Shisha looked at Mistia one last time.

Then, as a single strand of his hair dissolved into particles—he disappeared.

“Somebody! Someone, come quickly! There’s a spirit killer here!!”

A noble son shouted, his voice ringing through the hall.

His cry triggered an uproar, and waves of condemnation crashed down upon Alisha.

She and Michael were seized, their arms twisted behind their backs.

Everyone knew—there was no future for them now, only a tragic end.

“Let’s go.”

Skia gently wrapped his arm around Mistia’s shoulders, shielding her from the horrifying scene.

Without a word, she let him lead her away.

One figure reached out, as if to stop them—

But a hand was placed softly on his shoulder.

“Shaitan. Stop making her suffer.”

“…We were wrong.”

At those quiet words, Shaitan flinched and brushed the hand off, furious.

“Our master is a criminal now! What happens to us!? I never knew Mistia had such power, but it’s perfect! We should beg her to contract with us instead!”

“…So, you won’t stay loyal to Alisha until the end? Even though you were always so close?”

“Of course not! I am Shaitan, Lord of Infernos! My great power was meant to burn all obstacles away and make the world bow before me! I refuse to fade into history over something like this!”

I, I, I.

Ariel looked at him in silence.

He had seen that same obsession in himself before—when he had burned with longing for Mistia.

People like this never listened.

They only realized their mistakes when it was far too late—if they ever realized at all.

“You heard her rule. A contract can only be passed once. No exceptions. If you ever try to harm Mistia… I will stop you with everything I have.”

If fire and water spirits fought, water would always win.

Shaitan’s eyes widened in disbelief. Then, he sank to his knees.

“Damn it… Why did it come to this…?”

Ariel stared at the fallen spirit, silently bidding farewell to his love.

(If only I could go back in time…)

But it was too late.

The only path left for him was to share Alisha’s fate—and vanish from this world once more.

(May light forever guide your way…)

He prayed.

Soon, a group of ten guards arrived, having heard the commotion.

As they entered the hall, Mistia and Skia passed by them one by one.

One soldier halted, his gaze locking onto Skia.

A well-maintained battle-worn armor.

Scratches from countless fights.

The soldier studied him—clearly recognizing something.

But he said nothing and rejoined his formation.

A bad feeling stirred in Skia’s chest.

(A commotion like this would inevitably draw attention. If that soldier saw me on the battlefield before… then this could be trouble.)

Tick, tock…

The clock’s second hand echoed in his ears.

(How much longer… can I stay by Mistia’s side?)

Skia lowered his eyes, hiding the silent grief of an impending farewell.

The chaos faded into the distance, the heat of the moment cooling away.

Then—

Suddenly, Mistia lifted her head.