The Spirit Said, 'You're Unworthy as My Master, Cancel the Contract!' So I’ll Give It to My Sister Who Wants It - Episode 2.18

Mistia quickly sent a letter to Evelyn, the owner of Walters Tailor, whom she had connections with.

Three days later, a reply arrived.

The letter read:
“I understand the situation. I will visit as soon as the preparations are complete. I look forward to seeing you again, my lady.”

At the moment, Asteria Royal Magic Academy was in the middle of a long vacation.

—And so, until the tailor arrived, Solm had to endure Skia’s relentless “training” to the fullest.

—

In the courtyard of the Redfield estate, under the blazing sun, two men faced each other with wooden swords in hand.

They were Mistia’s contracted spirit, Skia, and Solm. Skia smirked confidently and swiftly closed the distance between them. Solm, who had never wielded a sword before, instinctively recoiled in panic.

“…!”

A sharp *clack* rang out as Solm’s wooden sword flew from his hands. It spun in the air before stabbing into the ground. With Skia’s wooden sword pressed against his neck, Solm surrendered, raising both hands in defeat.

“Can we take a break, Skia? No matter how many times I try, I just can’t see your sword strikes.”

“I was just starting to warm up…”

As Skia lowered his wooden sword, Solm wiped the sweat from his forehead.

“Listen, Solm, to predict sword movements—”

After repeated sparring and conversations, the two had naturally started addressing each other without formalities. Skia had been the one who urged Mistia to save Solm from Gilbert. He must have felt responsible, which was why he was unusually invested in someone else for once.

A little ways off, watching them from a distance, was Mistia. A small smile played on her lips.

(*Skia looks like he’s having fun.*)

Skia, who was always by her side, was now showing an expression she had never seen before. Of course, he often smiled gently at her, but the carefree grin he gave Solm was different. As he exchanged blows with Solm and worked up a sweat, he looked almost like a young boy.

(*That’s… nice.*)

Since they were both spirits, there was no need for unnecessary restraint. They shared the same role of serving the same master, which allowed them to fully immerse themselves in their training.

Solm would surely become a good friend to Skia.

No—perhaps he already was. Despite their short time together, Skia had allowed Solm into his heart. He was usually indifferent to anyone other than Mistia, keeping a barrier between himself and others. Yet, watching them now, that wall seemed to have disappeared.

That alone was enough to make Solm a “special existence” to Skia.

The thought made Mistia’s chest ache slightly.

(*No, Mistia, stop it. You’re just feeling a little lonely, that’s all. You should be happy that Skia has made a friend.*)

And so, by the time Solm had finally managed to block one of Skia’s attacks, the awaited guest arrived at the Redfield estate.

—

“Good day to you, my lady! It has been too long. Now then, this must be the one mentioned in your letter…”

“Yes, this is Solm, the earth spirit. It has been a while. I truly appreciate you accommodating my sudden request.”

As Mistia bowed gracefully, Evelyn let out a hearty *hohoho!* and returned the gesture with a laugh.

“A request from you, my lady, is only natural! Actually, after that ball, everyone kept asking, ‘Where did Lady Mistia get her dress?!’ and we were overwhelmed with orders—ah, ahem. Anyway, I could never repay the debt I owe you. I shall put my heart into this task as well!”

Clasping her hands together in high spirits, Evelyn signaled towards the open doors of the estate. A group of workers carrying supplies streamed in—just like the scene Mistia had seen before at the academy.

This time, however, there were both men and women among them. Seeing the sheer number of people, Solm froze like a statue. Evelyn scanned him from head to toe, a sly smile tugging at her lips.

“My, my… This one looks like quite the rewarding challenge.”

Her tone was so playful it almost sounded like it should end with a heart symbol.

Mistia and Skia sent Solm a look of sympathy. He muttered in resignation.

“…Do as you wish…”

“Ufufu, no need to tell me that—I already plan to! Prepare yourself! I can’t wait to see what kind of *grand transformation* awaits!”

And so, the *Solm Transformation Plan* was set into motion.

—

A few hours later…

“My lady! We are ready for the grand reveal! Are you prepared?”

Evelyn’s voice was brimming with excitement as she placed her hand on the doorknob.

Mistia’s heart fluttered with anticipation. She could sense that even Skia, standing beside her, looked expectant.

“Yes, I’m very much looking forward to it.”

“Ufufufu, I can’t wait to see your reactions! Now then, let’s open the door! Three, two, one…”