The Spirit Said, 'You're Unworthy as My Master, Cancel the Contract!' So I’ll Give It to My Sister Who Wants It - Episode 1.4

The Redfield Territory, where Mystia lived, was a rural area, but it was close to the royal capital, Asteria.

The royal capital was protected by the Great Spirit, ensuring peace.

However, five years had passed since the Great Spirit had faded away.

Without its guardian, Asteria had fallen into chaos. The areas surrounding the capital, once safe, were now overrun with monsters. Even the Redfield Territory, being so close, was struggling with the monster infestations. The cost of hiring adventurers to deal with them was straining their finances even further.

Mystia worked tirelessly, hoping to one day become a Spirit User and restore the Redfield family, which had been ruined by her uncles. Spirit Users could live in the royal capital, gain honor, and receive high wages.

Additionally, it was not uncommon for high-ranking nobles to take an interest in them, leading to marriage into wealth and power. Alisha, avoiding Lord Mixilian, likely wanted to find a fiancé in the royal capital.

As Mystia absentmindedly considered Alisha’s intentions, she sat in the courtyard of the Redfield estate, inside a worn-out gazebo. Several sheets of parchment lay on the table, along with a paper knife. She had just finished organizing the bills and set down her pen before turning to Skia.

“By the way… Lord Skia, may I see your ‘Spirit Book’?”

“As you wish, my master. And you don’t need to call me ‘Lord.'”

Skia spoke in an overly polite, teasing manner. As he raised his hand, a soft glow appeared, and with it, his Spirit Book materialized.

Mystia accepted it and flipped through the pages, her eyes widening in shock.

“This…! Light magic!?”

“Oh? You can read it right away? Seems like all that studying paid off.”

The Spirit Book was a crucial item for commanding spirits, written in the language of spirits. Each spirit owned one.

The book contained spells ranging from simple ones like creating a breeze to the highest-tier magic that could destroy entire areas. However, only a handful of Spirit Users could read the highest-tier spells. The amount of magic a person possessed determined how much they could comprehend.

Magic power was largely dependent on natural talent. Mystia had a rare gift—she could summon spirits—but compared to Alisha, her magic power was almost nothing.

So, what could someone without magic power do? The key was learning the Spirit Language. If one could read the Spirit Book and memorize the spells, magic power would naturally flow into them. However, this method was nearly impossible. The Spirit Language was incredibly complex, and almost no one had mastered it. Only a sage—or rather, a Grand Sage—was said to be capable of such a feat.

In other words, magic was determined by birth, not effort. With some exceptions.

“Still… Skia, your healing magic is incredibly rare and valuable. There might be only one person on the entire continent who can use it. In Asteria, no one has possessed such magic since the Great Spirit.”

“I’m glad to be of use. But back to the topic—how much of the book can you read now?”

“Um, I can read up to the highest-tier spells.”

“…I see.”

Skia raised an eyebrow. His expression turned serious as he looked directly at Mystia.

“A Spirit User who can read the highest-tier magic hasn’t appeared in the last hundred years. Long ago, a sage who lived in the Jade Caverns was said to have used them, but that’s probably just a myth. This is incredible, Mystia. Your efforts have truly paid off. I’ve always wanted to praise you for it.”

“Oh… T-Thank you.”

(He knew I could read the highest-tier magic? Just how much does he know about me…?)

Skia smiled proudly. He hadn’t dismissed her achievement by saying, “There’s no way you can use the highest-tier magic.” That alone warmed Mystia’s heart. The old spirits would never have believed her. She felt a sting in her nose.

(Now that I think about it… No one has ever praised me before. I never knew being recognized could make me this happy.)

Everyone had always taken her hard work for granted. To keep herself from tearing up, Mystia quickly changed the subject. As she turned the pages, something caught her attention.
“There are spells unrelated to light magic here?”

“That must be knowledge you’ve inherited.”

“…? What do you mean?”

“You have absorbed the knowledge from those traitors’ books. That knowledge was also passed down to me. In other words, I can use their magic as well. Spirits rarely form new contracts after breaking an old one, so it’s an unusual case.”

Skia spoke as if it were obvious, but Mystia blinked in surprise.

(I never knew that was possible. It makes sense—I’m the one who learned those spells, not Shaitan and the others—but still…)

“Then… does that mean Shaitan and the others can only use spells within Alisha’s magic limits?”

“If their master can’t read the Spirit Language, yes.”

This was a revelation.

The spirits Mystia had abandoned were reset, and—

With the addition of light magic, the strongest spirit had now been born right before her eyes. At that moment, a dark emotion welled up inside her.

(They betrayed me… Even though I could have used the highest-tier magic… Serves them right. I really just wanted to show them how much I had grown. But when I saw their cold eyes, I couldn’t bring myself to say anything…)

A shadow flickered across Mystia’s face. It felt as if a black mist was spreading through her chest.

Skia noticed immediately but chose not to comment, continuing the conversation instead.

“By the way, what will you do next? No one knows you’ve formed a new contract with me, right?”

“That’s right. I need to report Skia’s existence to my uncle, the head of the household.”

“Hmm.”

“If I do that, I might be able to avoid marrying Lord Mixilian.”