The Spirit Said, 'You're Unworthy as My Master, Cancel the Contract!' So I’ll Give It to My Sister Who Wants It - Episode 2.19

**Clank.**

The doorknob turned, and the door slowly opened. Sunlight streamed in through the window, creating a backlight that made Mistia squint. As she stepped into the room, her eyes adjusted, and soon, the transformed figure of Solm was revealed.

The sight of him made Mistia gasp involuntarily.

“…!”

“Heh,”

Skia also let out a small sound of admiration.

It was no surprise. Just as Evelyn had declared, Solm had undergone a **grand transformation**.

His once messy hair was now neatly trimmed, exposing his sweet and beautiful face. His fair skin was smooth, like fine porcelain.

His emerald-green eyes had a gentle glimmer. The long, golden-brown hair that once reached his waist was now styled into a single, elegant braid.

And what highlighted his beauty even further was the pristine white tailcoat he wore.

Delicate green embroidery adorned parts of the fabric, and even the buttons were matched to the color of his eyes. The frills at his collar and cuffs accentuated his androgynous beauty, making him look even more enchanting. If there was one word to describe his attire, it was **graceful**.

“You look wonderful…! And that outfit suits you perfectly.”

Mistia praised him in a bright voice. Solm lowered his gaze in embarrassment, unable to find words in response to her pure, genuine compliment.

*(She’s such an innocent person… Being praised by her is almost too much to bear.)*

As Solm pondered this, Skia spoke up.

“We now have a prince who could stand proudly anywhere. If only his sword skills would improve a little more.”

Skia teased lightly, making Solm shrug in exasperation. Then, all of a sudden, Mistia began glancing between Solm and Skia before lowering her gaze. Evelyn, noticing this, couldn’t help but ask,

“Is something bothering you?”

“N-No, not at all. Mrs. Walters’ selection was perfect. It’s just… um…”

Mistia fidgeted with her fingers, looking hesitant to speak. Knowing how reserved she was, Evelyn encouraged her in a gentle voice.

“Please, don’t hold back. Go ahead and say it.”

“Um… I-I was wondering if Skia could also get a new outfit made…”

The words finally spilled out of Mistia’s mouth. Skia, caught completely off guard, widened his eyes.

“For me?”

“Y-Yes…”

Mistia’s face turned bright red, all the way to her ears.

Wanting to see the person she cared about dressed up just once—such a wish was only natural for a young maiden.

*(How adorable!)*

Evelyn’s heart fluttered with excitement.

Hearing such a sweet request, she strode up to Mistia and grasped her delicate fingers with both hands. Mistia blinked in surprise at the sudden gesture.

“Oh my, oh my! What an absolutely **splendid** idea! Without a doubt! He would look **amazing**!”

The intensity was overwhelming.

Evelyn, completely overjoyed, fervently agreed with Mistia. Seeing her sparkling eyes, Mistia felt herself getting swept away by her energy.

“The two of you, dressed in matching outfits, would look absolutely magnificent…! Ah, just imagining it makes my heart race! To think of such a wonderful idea—you truly are a genius, my lady! We cannot waste time; we must begin preparing Holy Knight Skia’s outfit at once!”

Evelyn’s eyes gleamed with an almost eerie light. She turned her head sharply, locking onto Skia like a predator eyeing its prey.

“Ugh…”

Skia groaned.

For once, he seemed genuinely flustered. But he couldn’t escape—there was no way he could refuse the adorable Mistia’s request. Before he realized it, he was already surrounded by the staff who had appeared out of nowhere. At this moment, he was no different from a rabbit trapped among a pack of wolves.

“Now then, please remove your armor. We need to take your measurements.”

“…Do whatever you want…”

Muttering the same words Solm had earlier, Skia resigned himself to his fate. Mistia and Solm couldn’t help but stifle their laughter. Then, as their gazes met, they both smiled at each other—like mischievous children who had just pulled off a prank.

“Oh, if we’re matching outfits, we should go all the way. Let’s make a coordinating outfit for the young lady as well!”

“…What?”

Her enjoyment was short-lived. The color drained from Mistia’s face.

This was truly a case of *falling into one’s own trap*.

—That day, Mistia’s fitting session lasted until nightfall. It’s not hard to imagine what she went through.