The Spirit Said, 'You're Unworthy as My Master, Cancel the Contract!' So I’ll Give It to My Sister Who Wants It - Episode 2.14

Mistia was staring in shock, but Solm remained calm. After receiving permission from his master, Solm bowed politely and followed the village chief, leaving Mistia’s side.

Mistia and Skia silently watched Solm’s back as he walked away. After some distance had grown between them, Skia spoke to Mistia.

“You’ve softened quite a bit.”

“…He must have been a kind person from the start. Even after everything that happened, he still smiles at us like that. He must have suffered a lot, but I hope he can find peace from now on.”

“Yeah… And this success is not just because of Solm. Your role was important too. Because you opened his heart, the villagers were saved.”

“N-no. I didn’t do anything. The one who decided to use magic was Solm himself.”

“You’re humble.”

Skia smiled gently. Mistia felt a little embarrassed, shifting uncomfortably. But she wasn’t unhappy to receive his praise, and before she knew it, a small smile appeared on her lips.

—Her thoughts were so easy to read.

She looked just like a small animal. Skia felt his chest tighten, wanting to embrace Mistia right away. But doing that in front of others would only embarrass her. Mistia was shy.

So instead, Skia leaned in close to her ear and whispered in the softest voice,
“You are truly adorable.”

“…!”

Being called “adorable” by the impossibly handsome Skia—such words were simply too powerful.

Mistia felt dizzy from his sweet words. Her whole body grew warm, as if she had taken a sip of wine, even though she hadn’t.

In an instant, her face turned bright red. She still wasn’t used to Skia’s flirtation.

(I’m happy, but this is so embarrassing…!)

Struggling to think straight, Mistia desperately searched for words to respond.

“Skia, you’re… amazing too…!”

“Me?”

“Yes.”

(Of course!) Mistia thought to herself. Not just his appearance—his ability to effortlessly use magic outside of his own attribute was truly remarkable. It made her heart race.

Hearing her words, Skia’s lips curled into a relaxed smile.

“I’m glad. If you think I’m amazing, then I’m grateful to have been born with this face.”

(N-no, it’s not just your looks…!)

As Mistia was thinking that, Skia suddenly knelt before her. Then, taking her hand, he placed a kiss on her fingertips.

It was like a scene from a tale of a princess and her knight.

The women watching them let out high-pitched squeals.

Mistia, mesmerized by Skia’s graceful movements, snapped back to reality at the sound of their cheers. Looking around, she saw the bright-eyed women staring at them.

—A wave of embarrassment hit her.

“…Th-there’s still time before the banquet starts! I should go see if anyone needs help!”

She spoke hurriedly and pulled her hand away from Skia’s fingers.

“…Alright.”

Watching her flee, Skia smiled helplessly.

That night.

Under a sky full of stars, the village of Fura held a grand celebration for the first time in a long while.

Several large bonfires burned next to the fields. Instruments that had been forgotten in storage were dusted off, finally being played again.

Traditional string instruments like lutes and mandolins played cheerful melodies. Drawn by the music, the villagers naturally joined hands and started dancing.

Nearby, children who had no interest in dancing were happily stuffing themselves with piles of potato dishes.

Suddenly, Skia took Mistia’s hand and pulled her into the dancing crowd. A loud cheer erupted, and when Mistia spun around gracefully, the applause grew even louder.

While the lively laughter filled the air, Solm sat alone, quietly watching Mistia dance. Seated on a fallen log bench, he stared blankly—until he suddenly felt a tug on his sleeve.

“…Hmm?”

Looking down, he saw a little girl.

She was holding a flower crown in her small hands. It was likely woven from the flowers Solm had grown.

“Big brother, this is for you!”

“For me?”

His voice came out soft and gentle, surprising even himself. The girl blushed and smiled brightly.

“Yeah! You’re supposed to give flower crowns to people you like! And I like you a lot, big brother!”

“…! T-thank you.”

Stunned by her pure kindness, Solm accepted the flower crown. Then, the girl quickly turned and ran off.

Looking at the clumsily woven crown, Solm suddenly thought, (This would suit Mistia.)

A pure and gentle flower.

“…Tch, I’m way too simple-minded.”

Solm felt frustrated.

Not long ago, his heart had been full of hatred for Gilbert. But now, those feelings had been replaced by something else entirely.

Scolding himself for opening his heart so easily, he still couldn’t shake the image that had come to his mind—

Mistia, wearing the colorful flower crown upon her head.