The Spirit Said, 'You're Unworthy as My Master, Cancel the Contract!' So I’ll Give It to My Sister Who Wants It - Episode 1.30

“One of the soldiers just now was staring at Skia, wasn’t he?”

Skia gasped in surprise.

(I thought she would be crying…)

But when he looked up, the girl showed no signs of tears. Instead, her expression was clear and refreshed. Though puzzled, Skia responded to Mistia.

“Ah, yeah. Maybe he’s someone who has seen me before.”

Skia admitted honestly. Mistia thought for a moment, then spoke casually.

“Then, why don’t we go fix the Guardian Crystal right away?”

“…Eh?”

Had he misheard? Skia stared at Mistia, his mouth slightly open. The dark atmosphere from earlier had completely vanished, and Mistia was smiling. Skia wondered to himself.

—Was she always this strong-willed?

“To be honest, what just happened was difficult to bear. I can’t forgive my uncle for making my parents’ deaths look like an accident. And it hurts to know that Shisha has been silent all this time just for the sake of revenge. But more than anything… I want to protect you, who are here with me now.”

“Mistia…”

“Now that so many people have seen you, your true identity will soon be known. If that happens, you and I will certainly be used. So, let’s take away the reason for them to use us.”

Skia was kept by the kingdom to protect Asteria from monsters. The Guardian Crystal was shattered when he was born, and he had been held responsible for it ever since. But if the crystal could be repaired, his obligation would disappear.

“Remember when you healed Eileen’s burn scars? That made me wonder… Could the Recovery Restoration spell also repair objects?”

“…I’ve never tried. But it’s worth a shot.”

Skia did not dismiss the idea as impossible. That alone made Mistia feel lighter.

“Yes. Though, if we succeed, they might try to use you even more. Human greed knows no end. In that case, let’s just flee the country!”

Mistia joked, raising the corner of her lips. Skia smiled back. But there were still problems to consider before they could put the plan into action.

“But can a baron’s daughter negotiate with the kingdom?”

“It might be difficult… but I have an idea. The person I sold the Spirit Blade to must be someone influential, given how much they paid for it. Maybe we could ask the headmaster.”
“…! Skia, you’re really sharp.”

Mistia clapped her hands in admiration.

“But where is the headmaster? With my uncle’s commotion, she must be busy.”

“Mistia, don’t forget. There’s a convenient dark magic spell for finding people.”

That was right. When searching for Eileen, she had learned a dark magic spell from Belle. Once again, Mistia thought, Skia is really sharp.

Using dark magic to locate Mary, they found her in the headmaster’s office.

(I thought she’d be running around with all this commotion… but surprisingly, she’s here.)

Night had already fallen. The dome-shaped skylights, usually closed during the day, were now open to let in the starlight. To supplement the dim moonlight, several floating lamps illuminated the room.

In that fantastical space, Mistia spotted Mary and Belle. Mary, seated in a rocking chair, closed the book she had been reading. At the same time, Belle, who had been dozing on her lap, stretched and fluffed her fur.

“Good evening. It’s a lovely night. I had a feeling you’d visit tonight.”

(She predicted I would come… and waited for me.)

Feeling grateful, Mistia approached Mary and Belle.

“Belle was pretending to sleep, but she was actually worried about you, restless the whole time.”

“M-Mary! We agreed not to say that!”

Mary chuckled, while Belle turned away in embarrassment. Seeing this, the tension in Mistia’s heart eased.

(Belle, you were worried about me… Ever since I met Skia, I’ve encountered so many wonderful people.)

“Headmaster, Lady Belle, thank you. I came tonight because I have a favor to ask.”

“Oh? What is it?”

Mary didn’t seem surprised at all.

“Actually—”

Before Mistia could speak, Skia stepped forward to interrupt her.

“It’s about my true identity. —I am Skia, Great Spirit of Light. You likely already know. For certain reasons, I wish to request an audience with His Majesty and the Prime Minister. Could the person who now owns the Spirit Blade help with this?”

As Skia revealed his identity, Mary and Belle stood up and curtsied respectfully.

“The shining light of Asteria, Great Spirit Skia… We believed you had vanished. It is a relief to see you safe. If it’s an audience with His Majesty, you need no permission…”
“It is not for me, but for Mistia Redfield.”

“I see. In that case, the current owner of the Spirit Blade is the Duke. If we explain the situation, I believe he will arrange a meeting.”

“That would be a great help.”

“You honor us with your words… Lady Mistia, may fortune favor you. We will handle the commotion here, so don’t worry.”

“Headmaster, I am deeply grateful.”

Mary’s gentle tone made Mistia feel as though she might cry.

“Here.”

Suddenly, Belle brushed up against Mistia’s legs. Mistia widened her eyes at the unexpected gesture—this was the first time Belle had acted this way.

“You may pet me. Just this once.”

Despite her aloof tone, it was clear that Belle was feeling shy. Mistia, heart full, knelt down and carefully stroked Belle’s glossy fur.

“Lady Belle, thank you. You’ve given me courage.”

“Hmph! You’re too easy to please.”

Though Belle remained prickly, Mistia could tell she was trying to comfort her. After enjoying the softness of Belle’s fur, Mistia and Skia left the office.

Without thinking, Mistia and Skia exchanged glances.

“We always act so recklessly, don’t we?”

“That’s true… But it will work out this time too. Mistia, you can do it.”

Hearing those words so clearly, Mistia felt her spine straighten.

Skia believed in her. Whether this path was right or wrong didn’t matter. He simply believed that whatever Mistia chose would be the best path.

“Because Skia believes in me… I can believe in myself.”

(Ah… I see now.)

Skia gazed into Mistia’s clear, unwavering eyes.

And in that moment, he realized—

The girl he thought he was leading had already taken flight.

A faint sound brushed against Skia’s ears—the rustling of a bird’s wings as it took off from a tree branch, soaring high into the sky.