The Spirit Said, 'You're Unworthy as My Master, Cancel the Contract!' So I’ll Give It to My Sister Who Wants It - Episode 2.20

Time passed, and the day finally arrived.

It was the day of the **garden party**—a grand event held in honor of the hero who saved Asteria.

The sun was still high in the sky, and in the vast royal gardens of Tele, the servants were busily making preparations for the gathering. The decorations were predominantly in **red**, the color representing Terre.

The venue overlooked a lakeshore, and on the other side of the water stood the majestic royal castle, befitting the great nation of Terre.

Gilbert had clearly stated in his letter to Mistia: *”You are the guest of honor.”* However, there was not a single trace of her signature color in the decorations. Of course, this was intentional. It was a calculated act of malice—Gilbert’s way of humiliating her.

At that moment, he was seated deep within the garden, lounging in an extravagant and ornate chair. With his legs crossed and his arm resting arrogantly on the armrest, he let out a sigh.

“It’s past noon… They should be arriving soon.”

Gilbert muttered to himself before checking his pocket watch. With a sharp *click*, he shut the lid with one hand.

Just then, a servant hurried over, bowing low before whispering something in his ear. Upon hearing the message, a pleased smile spread across Gilbert’s lips.

“So, they’ve finally arrived! Prepare the orchestra—I want a grand welcome for our esteemed hero.”

The servant bowed deeply, then quickly departed.

“Haha! This will be quite the spectacle.”

Overcome with excitement, Gilbert rose from his chair. Yes—at long last, they had arrived.

Mistia Redfield and her spirits had come to Terre.

A great number of distinguished guests had gathered at the venue, and as soon as word of Mistia’s arrival spread, the murmur among them intensified. Gilbert pressed a hand over his mouth to suppress his grin.

“At the ball in Asteria, I suffered a terrible humiliation. It’s only fair that the hero faces an equal disgrace here in my country.”

He muttered to himself, his lips curling into a sneer.

“I doubt she’s expecting a warm welcome. I’ve spread plenty of bad rumors about her in various places, ensuring that no one would greet her favorably. Every eye in this garden will be judging her harshly… Now then, Hero of Asteria, Great Spirit of Light, and Solm—welcome to the mighty nation of Terre.”

The moment he finished speaking, triumphant music rang out across the venue.

At the entrance to the garden, a grand carriage came to a halt. The door opened.

“Presenting the arrival of the Hero of the Nation—Lady Mistia Redfield!”

Every noble in attendance turned their eyes toward the carriage with intense curiosity.

As her name was called, Mistia stepped out and set foot in the garden. The murmurs among the nobles grew louder.

Beneath the midday sun, Mistia’s figure was revealed, and those who beheld her exchanged whispers with their companions.

*”This is not what His Highness told us…”*

She was like a **masterpiece**—a doll crafted by the greatest artisan in the world.

The kind of doll that every girl once longed to have displayed in a glass case.

Her pale, porcelain-like skin and platinum-silver hair shimmered in the sunlight. A delicate lace bonnet adorned her head, enhancing her doll-like appearance. Dressed in an immaculate white gown, her only striking feature was the deep amethyst hue of her eyes.

The nobles, having heard nothing but slander about Mistia from Gilbert, were utterly taken aback. Though the garden was adorned for a festive celebration, the atmosphere fell into a stunned silence. There was no warm welcome—only an eerie stillness.

After all, they were obligated to follow the crown prince’s orders.

Yet, Gilbert had led them to believe that Mistia was nothing more than a **country bumpkin**—a lowborn noble unworthy of her title as a hero.

But now, seeing her in person, that perception was shattered in an instant.

A single thought crossed everyone’s minds.

*”A country bumpkin? Where? She looks like a goddess descended from the moon.”*

Then, someone in the crowd spoke up.

“Where are her spirits?”

Right. The **Hero of the Nation** was known to have formed a contract with the **Great Spirit of Light**.

Mistia responded with a soft smile as she stepped forward, passing through the garden’s entrance arch.

And the moment she did—golden particles and swirling dust filled the air.