The Spirit Said, 'You're Unworthy as My Master, Cancel the Contract!' So I’ll Give It to My Sister Who Wants It - Episode 2.10

**”Whoa!?”**

Still in a sitting position, Solm suddenly found himself transported and fell onto the ground. The scent of soil filled his nose, and his eyes widened in shock.

Outside? I was definitely indoors just a moment ago… Teleportation magic? I didn’t know such a spell existed. As expected of the Hero of Salvation, his reputation is well deserved.

Even so…

What an unusual person. There were also issues with the people in Terre, but Gilbert never paid any attention to them. And yet, she is going to the village herself?

Before Solm’s eyes stretched a peaceful village. The thatched roofs were covered in moss in some areas, and white smoke drifted from the chimneys.

The bright blue sky made the scene feel even more serene. Mistia and her group stood across the river from the village, with a small bridge leading to it. At first glance, it seemed like a quiet, ordinary village.

**”Let’s go speak with the village chief.”**

With that, Mistia and her group stepped into Fura Village.

Children ran around the village streets, but as soon as they spotted Mistia’s group, they stopped and pointed.

**”Wow! A princess and a knight!”**

**”You’re right!”**

Mistia stiffened at their innocent praise. She was embarrassed, but ignoring them would be rude, so she smiled and waved. The children’s faces immediately turned bright red.

**”The princess waved at us!”**

**”She’s so pretty!”**

Hearing their excited voices, Mistia couldn’t help but blush to the tips of her ears. Skia, the knight, watched her with an amused smile.

Solm, on the other hand, was taken aback. He had only ever seen Mistia act calm and composed.

So she makes expressions like this too…?

Just then, a man approached, drawn by the commotion.

**”Hey, what’s all the noise about…? Huh? Oh! Are you officials? We only sent the letter three days ago, but you arrived so quickly!”**

The man removed his straw hat and pressed it against his chest, bowing slightly.

It seemed he had mistaken them for officials sent by the lord. That made sense—after all, it was unheard of for a noble ruler to visit a remote village personally.

**”Are you the village chief? It’s a pleasure to meet you. I am Mistia Redfield. I look forward to working with you.”**

**”Y-Yes, I am indeed the village chief, but… Mistia Redfield-sama!?”**

The village chief’s eyes widened in shock, and he accidentally dropped his straw hat.

The children picked it up and ran off with it, but the chief was too stunned to care. He suddenly fell to his knees.

**”I had no idea the lady of the territory herself would come…! Please forgive my rudeness!”**

Then, he pressed his forehead to the ground.

Mistia hurriedly stepped forward.

“Please, raise your head! The rude ones are us, for arriving without warning. We acted quickly because the situation sounded urgent. I hope you can understand.

“Oh… what kindness!”

The village chief lifted his head.

There was dirt on his forehead, so Mistia offered him a white handkerchief. He shook his head gently.

“No need to trouble yourself, my lady… You’ve come because of the fields, haven’t you?”

“Yes, that’s correct. Could you show us the state of the crops?”

“Of course!”

The village chief straightened his posture, then quickly led them forward.

“This way, please.”

At the village entrance, a few children lingered, but there were hardly any adults.

Mistia glanced around curiously.

Noticing her concern, the village chief explained.

“Everyone is feeling down because of the bad harvest. The children don’t understand the situation, so they’re cheerful as always, but most of the adults have shut themselves indoors. Many others have left the village to find work elsewhere, so it feels lifeless here. I ask for your understanding.”

“Ah… I see. My apologies.”

“Oh, not at all.”

If all the crops had been lost, the villagers must be devastated.

Mistia’s heart ached for them.

After walking a short distance from the village center, they arrived at the fields.

It was a terrible sight.

Every single plant had withered. Some leaves were blackened, others were rotting. Swarms of insects buzzed around the decayed crops.

The village chief clenched his worn-out shirt in frustration.

“It’s unsightly, but this is the reality. With nothing left, we can’t pay our taxes, and we’re not even sure if we’ll survive the winter… It’s likely a crop disease. This land was never very fertile to begin with, and now we’ve been hit with this disaster on top of it.”

“This is terrible…”

Mistia rested her chin in her hand, deep in thought.

I could restore the crops with Recovery magic, but they’d just return to their diseased state. If they’re contaminated, Purification magic might help… But even if I fix them, will people really want to eat crops that were once rotting? It’s heartbreaking…

She struggled to find a solution.

Just then, Skia, who had been observing the fields, spoke up.

“We have an expert right here.”