The Spirit Said, 'You're Unworthy as My Master, Cancel the Contract!' So I’ll Give It to My Sister Who Wants It - Episode 1.32

“Could it be… that you have truly restored the Guardian Crystal?!”

Aurant had been so overwhelmed with shock that his mouth had gone dry. He steadied his racing heart and looked down at the young girl before him. Most noble daughters would turn pale just standing before him, yet Mistia’s poised stance exuded an almost palpable aura of resolve.

(…She is fearless. I see now—she wants to protect the Great Spirit. Even though she looks so young…)

At first glance, they seemed like an unlikely pair—an old man and a young girl—but one thing connected them. They both had someone they cherished more than their own lives. For Mistia, it was Skia; for Aurant, it was his people. Realizing this, he felt a deep warmth spreading through his chest.

Skia had been the guardian of the royal capital long before Aurant was even born. In his mind, the Great Spirit’s protection of the capital was an unquestionable truth, an eternal duty.

Simply relinquishing that protection was unthinkable.

As the king fell silent, Mistia pressed forward.

“Your Majesty… I hesitate to say this, but… if something can be repaired, then surely, it can also be shattered beyond recognition. I would advise you not to forget that.”

And then, she smiled.

A brilliant, flower-like smile.

Aurant and his guards stared, dumbfounded. It took them a moment to process the words behind that angelic expression.

To put it bluntly: Do as I say, or I’ll break it. Got it?

It was an outrageous statement—one that could have easily warranted execution for treason. However, there was no one present with the power to restrain her.

The tense silence was broken by Aurant’s suppressed laughter.

“Ha… Haha… Hahaha! Never have I met a lady as bold as you! Ah, Lady Mistia, you are right. Now that the Guardian Crystal has been restored, the Great Spirit bears no blame. Even if I were to command him to fight once more, there would be no enemy left to face. However, it is also true that my people found peace in his protection. So, what do you say? The role of a guardian may be lifted, but could he remain as a symbol of peace—a hero who saved our kingdom? He need only protect the hearts of the people, to whatever extent he is willing. I ask this of you—please, help my people.”

Mistia wavered.

(If we abandon the people of the capital, they will surely resent both Skia and me. His Majesty’s proposal is reasonable. I wanted to keep Skia away from battle, but if I don’t also protect the hearts of the people, then what was it all for?)

She glanced at Skia. His piercing gaze seemed to see right through her.

“Well, personally, I wouldn’t mind fleeing the country,” he remarked.

“G-Great Spirit!”

Aurant’s expression twisted in exasperation. Skia’s ill-timed joke eased the tension in the air. Mistia inhaled deeply, then exhaled.

“Skia, tell me your true wish.”

“…As I’ve told you before, my wish is yours. If you command me to fight, I will gladly obey. And know this—I say so with complete sincerity.”

“…I understand.”

Mistia had to make a choice. By leaving the decision to her, Skia was solidifying her role as his Master. The weight of this moment was not lost on her. But then, she felt as if a gentle hand had been placed on her back, reassuring her that whatever path she chose, it would not be wrong.

Encouraged by that invisible hand, she spoke.

“Your Majesty, I apologize for my rudeness. However, I must ask you to promise me this: Skia is mine now. Please, I beg you—never again force him into action for the sake of human convenience. If you can swear this, I will accept your proposal.”

Aurant absorbed her words carefully before speaking.

“…Very well. I swear it.”

To be hailed as the hero who saved the kingdom—such a future was unimaginable. But Mistia had made her decision. If it meant staying by Skia’s side, she was willing to become anything.

“I am honored.”

She curtsied gracefully once more.

Sunlight streamed through the grand windows, making her hair shimmer with a golden glow. Her pale skin seemed almost ethereal, as if she might dissolve into the very air.

No one could look away.

And so, the royal capital of Asteria celebrated the birth of its Hero of Salvation.

With a clatter, the balcony window swung open.

A strong gust of wind rushed in, sweeping Mistia’s bangs aside. The Redfield estate, having been unoccupied for some time, smelled faintly of dust—especially here in the attic room.

After all the chaos that had unfolded, the academy had gone into a long recess. As a result, Mistia and the others had left their temporary lodgings and returned to the Redfield domain.

Mistia stood on the balcony, savoring the feeling of a burden being lifted from her shoulders.

Technically, she was now the head of the Redfield family. However, as she was still a student, a duke’s family had taken her in as their adopted daughter. This arrangement, orchestrated by the king himself, allowed the duchy to oversee the territory’s management, while Mistia would handle only the most critical matters.

Drawn by the warmth of spring, Mistia stepped onto the balcony. This was where it all began.

(That night, the sky was covered in clouds…)

But today, the sky was a dazzling blue—just like her heart, now freed from uncertainty.

A voice suddenly called from behind.

“Don’t do anything reckless.’”

Her heart pounded at that familiar voice. She turned with a soft chuckle.

Beyond the billowing curtain, a graceful spirit stood, reaching out his hand.

“‘I fear you may have misunderstood something—I have no intention of throwing myself off this balcony.’”

A reenactment of the night they first met.

With a faint clank of armor, Skia stepped closer. They locked eyes, holding each other’s gaze in silence.

(Oh no… I just remembered the ridiculous thing I said back then…!)

Recalling her past words, Mistia blushed in embarrassment.

“Um, Skia—”

Before she could stop him, he spoke.

“‘I vow to cherish you for eternity—and to love you.’”

“……!”

Mistia blinked.

It was as if a mischievous spring spirit had brushed against her neck, leaving her flustered.

His platinum-blond hair, his piercing blue eyes—so beautiful, so breathtaking, it was almost painful.

She adored him.

Skia extended his hand, and Mistia gently took it.

“By the way,” he added, smirking, “this is a proposal.”

Even as he teased her, Mistia couldn’t bring herself to be annoyed. Instead, a radiant smile spread across her face—a smile as lovely as a blooming flower, pure and stunning.

Skia felt overwhelmed with adoration for her.

“…I’m so happy. I love you too, Skia.”

As she spoke those words, he stood and pulled her into a firm embrace.

Mistia closed her eyes, savoring the warmth and the sense of belonging as she wrapped her arms around him.

A gust of wind swept through.

As if to envelop them in its embrace, blessing their love—gently, tenderly.

End of Part 1