The Spirit Said, 'You're Unworthy as My Master, Cancel the Contract!' So I’ll Give It to My Sister Who Wants It - Episode 2.13 The Bounty Bestowed

—It was truly a sight beyond belief.

A single sprout emerged, followed by another, then countless more, one after another.

Like a scene in fast-forward, the sprouts continued to grow without pause.

Not just from the seed potatoes, but from every inch of the field, various plants began to sprout and flourish. Crops, grasses, flowers—all of them stretched upward as if reaching for the blue sky.

In no time at all, the field was overflowing with greenery, completely covering the soil beneath. The rich, overpowering scent of earth and plants filled the air, carried by the wind as it passed through the gathered people.

It was no longer just magic—this was a grand miracle.

Even the one who cast the spell, along with everyone present, doubted their own eyes. Were they dreaming? A gentle breeze swept by, making the flowers Solm had nurtured sway.

Breaking the silence that had settled over the scene, the village children suddenly burst forward. They ran into the field, parting the thick growth, eagerly searching for something. Finally, they found what they were looking for, yanked it from the ground, and held it high with innocent excitement.

“Look! We found potatoes!”

“This is amazing! There are so many, and they’re all huge!”

The villagers’ eyes were glued to the potatoes being held up. The children’s delighted voices snapped the village chief out of his daze.

“A… a miracle. This is a miracle…! You are our saviors! Thank you, truly… thank you!”

Overcome with emotion, the village chief rushed to Solm and grasped his hands firmly with both of his own. Solm, caught off guard, froze in shock. He was about to protest that it was an exaggeration but stopped himself. Tears were streaming endlessly from the chief’s eyes.

Solm stared at the man’s tear-streaked face.

—No one had ever been so grateful to him before. For some reason, a tightness gripped Solm’s chest, making it hard to breathe.

“I… I…”

His voice, when he finally managed to speak, was barely more than a whisper. As Solm hesitated, another villager raised their voice.

“—Thank you…!”

That bright, heartfelt gratitude triggered an outpouring of thanks, one after another, directed toward Solm. Stunned, he stood there, taking in the villagers’ beaming smiles.

Then, Mistia spoke to him in a quiet voice.

“It was truly remarkable. As expected of an Earth Spirit—your magic is unparalleled. Solm, you have saved this village from crisis and restored everyone’s smiles.”

“…”

The moment he heard those gentle words, Solm’s lips trembled.

A surge of emotion welled up inside him, so powerful he couldn’t suppress it. He had never felt this way before—so happy, so proud, as if he wanted to run and shout with joy.

“I… I…”

He had always been deemed unnecessary.

He had been called a parasite, scorned for draining magic, beaten and ridiculed.

For years, Gilbert had convinced him that he was worthless.

But the day Mistia and Skia reached out their hands to him, his fate must have begun to change.

Feeling the rough, calloused hands of the village chief still gripping his own, Solm finally squeezed them back, just as firmly.

“I’m glad… that I could help you all.”

For the first time since coming into this world, Solm gave a hesitant yet sincere smile.

As the warm atmosphere settled, Mistia suddenly turned to Solm with concern.

“After such an enormous feat, are you feeling alright?”

Until just recently, Solm had been gravely injured. Even though healing magic had mended his wounds, there was still cause for worry. Hearing Mistia’s words, the village chief quickly released Solm’s hands.

“Of course! You must be exhausted!”

The village chief and Mistia both watched him with concern. Under their scrutiny, Solm turned his gaze away slightly, his ears tinged red.

“I’m fine. Thanks to you and Skia, I’ve fully recovered.”

“That’s good to hear. …Still, perhaps you should take some time to rest back at the estate?”

Before Solm could answer, the village chief interjected, looking flustered.

“P-please, wait! After everything you’ve done for us, we can’t just send you off like this! You must be tired, and traveling back now would be a hassle. Please, think of it as another way to help us—allow us to hold a small banquet in your honor!”

Though Mistia and the others had arrived in the village through teleportation, the chief was unaware of this. He was simply worried about their return trip by carriage.

“A banquet, you say? While that does sound delightful, wouldn’t it be too much trouble for everyone?”

Mistia’s concern made the chief shake his hands in a frantic gesture.

“Not at all! This will lift everyone’s spirits even more!”

“Mistia, Skia, what do you think?”

“I have no objections.”

“Neither do I.”

The spirits seemed enthusiastic about it. Their agreement made the village chief’s eyes light up with joy, his expression brightening. Seeing his smile, Mistia also allowed a small grin to form.

“Oh! That’s wonderful! Well then—”

“My name is Solm,” he said softly, lowering his gaze.

“Solm! Allow me to guide you to a place where you can rest.”

“Thank you for your kindness. …Master, may I leave your side for a moment?”

Mistia froze.

Solm, noticing her lack of response, peeked at her through the strands of his hair. When she finally realized he was looking at her, she snapped out of her daze.

“Ah—y-yes! Of course…”

Master.

The sudden formality caught her completely off guard, and Mistia found herself flustered beyond measure.