The Spirit Said, 'You're Unworthy as My Master, Cancel the Contract!' So I’ll Give It to My Sister Who Wants It - Episode 1.6

There were four knocks on the polished wooden door.

After a short pause, a deep voice responded, “Enter.”

“Excuse me.”

The scent of cigars filled the air.

A desk stood by a large window, and behind it sat her uncle. He glanced at Mistia, let out a sigh, and put out his cigar. A thin layer of white smoke lingered in the room, showing how long he had been smoking.

He looked at Mistia as if she were something filthy, then spoke with a sigh.

“What do you want?”

“…There is someone I would like you to see. Skia.”

Mistia stepped closer to her uncle and called out a name. At that moment, a beautiful knight appeared beside her.

Startled, her uncle jerked back in his chair and stood up.

Yes, Mistia had deliberately hidden Skia in the shadows so her uncle could witness his sudden appearance.

“W-What is this!?”

“Only spirits can appear like this, don’t you think?”

“A… spirit? But weren’t all your spirits transferred to Alisha…!?”

“This spirit has chosen to follow me.”

“What…? Why did you make a contract!? What am I supposed to tell Lord Mixilian!? It’s not too late—give him back to Alisha. A useless girl abandoned by spirits like you could never handle a high-ranking one!”

Her uncle’s face turned red with rage. He slammed his desk with a bang and grabbed the whip nearby.

Whenever Mistia made a mistake as a child, that whip would always come flying at her.

(So, you’re going to hit me again? Do you really think I’ll cry and beg for forgiveness?)

Mistia furrowed her brows, about to speak, but before she could, Skia drew his sword.

The blade’s tip was at her uncle’s throat in an instant. His movements were so fluid and practiced that it was clear he had drawn his sword countless times before.

“Hhkk!”

“Do not mock her. I serve only this lady. I take no orders from a fool like you.”

His sharp blue eyes gleamed as he glared at her uncle. Intimidated, sweat dripped from the man’s forehead as he stepped back—he looked like a frightened dog.

Mistia almost laughed but held it back.

Her heart felt lighter than ever, but she needed to continue the conversation.

“Stop, Skia. We won’t be able to talk like this.”

“…Understood.”

Lowering his gaze, Skia covered his sword.

Her uncle clutched his throat and glared at Mistia, even though there was no wound.

“What is the meaning of this?! What kind of savage spirit is this!? He was obedient before, but now he’s acting like a completely different being! Listen to me, Mistia. If you marry Lord Mixilian, you’ll have a much better life than you do now. That would be the greatest happiness for you, wouldn’t it?”

(Happiness, huh? Why should this man decide my happiness for me? How ridiculous.)

Mistia met his gaze with cold eyes.

All she saw in his eyes was ugly greed.

She let out a sigh, wondering why she had ever feared someone like him.

“You’re right. Life would be comfortable… for a while. But Uncle, since you refuse to change your ways, you have no choice but to accept this situation. Instead of marrying me off to Lord Mixilian, I have a much better proposal for you.”

“A proposal? There is no need for that. Just do as you’re told, and everything will go smoothly.”

Her uncle slumped back into his chair, as if to say he wasn’t interested.

He had always done whatever he pleased and forced Mistia to bear the consequences.

Without a word, Mistia threw a pile of ledgers and documents onto his desk.

They contained reports on countermeasures against monster attacks, facility repairs, and trade deals.

She had been handling all these matters, while her uncle indulged in his pleasures.

And yet, all her achievements were credited to him.

People believed he was the one managing the territory well.

“It’s a wonderful proposal. From now on, Uncle, please govern the territory yourself. After all, everyone says you have excellent leadership skills. Someone like me shouldn’t interfere. Oh, and be sure to hire a maid. I won’t be doing the sewing or cooking anymore.”

“Huh? What nonsense are you spouting—”

“I’m returning to the magic academy. I don’t need funding. I will attend as a scholarship student.”

Mistia declared firmly.

Her uncle was so shocked that his mouth opened and closed like a fish.

“You have no objections, I see. Well then, I’ll be leaving.”

“W-Wait! Is this about the time I made you eat the hunting dogs’ leftovers!? But you defied me! From now on, I’ll let you eat proper meals. And I’ll talk to Alisha so she doesn’t go too far. She probably just wants your attention, you know? Isn’t that adorable? So just forgive her, Mistia.”

Mistia shuddered.

“Tia.”

It was the affectionate nickname her parents had used for her.

Her uncle shrugged, as if this were a trivial matter.

Mistia fought the nausea rising in her throat.

(Don’t call me that… It’s useless. No matter what I say, he’ll never understand. He only sees me as a disposable tool.)

“Hey.”

As Mistia stood in stunned silence, a low voice echoed.

It was her spirit.

The air around them grew tense as Skia released a surge of anger.

A terrifying bloodlust filled the room.

All of it was directed at her uncle.

The man, who had been grinning moments ago, let out a whimper and began trembling.

“The conversation is over. Do not speak again. If you do, I’ll rip out your tongue and make you eat it.”

(S-Scary…! How does he even come up with something like that!?)

Mistia thought that Skia might be able to kill someone with just his aura alone.

Even though the killing intent wasn’t aimed at her, standing beside him made her skin prickle.

Noticing her discomfort, Skia glanced at her and eased his bloodlust.

Her uncle had already fainted.

“Apologies. I acted on impulse.”

“No, you helped me. It seems he finally understands now.”

Mistia gave Skia a slow, gentle smile.

For just a moment, it was like a flower blooming—soft and radiant.

Skia was surprised, but he committed that smile to memory.

Then, with a small grin, he said, “That was the promise, wasn’t it?”