The Spirit Said, 'You're Unworthy as My Master, Cancel the Contract!' So I’ll Give It to My Sister Who Wants It - Episode 2.21

As Mistia walked further into the garden, the golden particles at her feet slowly began to take shape. Bit by bit, they formed into human-like figures.

Seeing the two spirits appear, a young noblewoman whispered to her chaperone beside her.

“Look! Those must be Lady Mistia’s spirits!”

For this special occasion, their outfits were entirely pure white. Walter’s Tailor had crafted the magnificent garments with the utmost skill, and they captured the admiration of everyone present.

Skia and Solm were both dressed in tailcoats that, at first glance, appeared identical. However, the inner linings were dyed in their respective signature colors.

More than anything, their beauty was breathtaking—so exquisite that it seemed as though they had been sculpted by the hands of the gods. The sight left onlookers speechless, their breath caught in awe.

As the three of them, draped in pure white, walked across the shimmering green lawn, it was as if white roses had bloomed in the garden.

Gilbert had intentionally decorated the venue in red to overshadow Mistia, but instead, it only served to highlight her and her companions’ elegance. Seeing such a spectacle, especially for the young noblewomen present, it was impossible to remain silent.

“Tell me, what is the name of that long-haired spirit?”

“The one with the blue eyes—is he really the Great Spirit of Light? If I could form a contract with him, I’d sell my soul for it!”

“She even had matching outfits prepared… Lady Mistia must truly cherish her spirits. How wonderful!”

The once-harsh gazes in the crowd began to soften.

The young noblewomen were utterly captivated by the spirits’ beauty. The lower-ranking nobles, in particular, were excited, their voices filled with admiration. Gilbert’s **orders** had not reached them, and so they were not bound by his slander. Despite all his efforts to spread rumors, the atmosphere in the garden gradually shifted to one of **welcoming** Mistia.

Meanwhile, Gilbert himself stood frozen in shock, staring at the spirits in disbelief.

And then, he questioned his own eyes.

*”Who… Who is that spirit standing beside Mistia?”*

The once-tattered and miserable figure was gone. The spirit’s refined, elegant features were now fully revealed beneath his well-groomed hair.

No matter how one looked at him, he was the image of a **noble prince**.

Gilbert did not want to admit it, but he couldn’t tear his gaze away from Solm’s transformation.

“N-No way… That’s Solm!? He looks like a completely different person! Is he really being treated so well now? D-Damn it, why?! He was supposed to be a useless spirit!”

Against the sheer presence of Mistia and her companions, Gilbert’s authority meant nothing.

Overwhelmed, he panicked. As the supposed **host** of the garden party, it was unnatural for him to remain silent. The invited guests began casting suspicious glances in his direction.

Flustered, Gilbert suddenly raised his voice and shouted toward Mistia, who was still some distance away.

“Lady Mistia, welcome! You have traveled far to reach us. Please, enjoy the garden party!”

“Your Highness.”

With practiced grace, Mistia curtsied elegantly toward Gilbert.

Gilbert scoffed through his nose before striding over to her group.

As he approached, his eyes landed on Solm—the spirit who had once been **his**. The moment Solm felt Gilbert’s gaze, he stiffened slightly.

“…Oh? It’s been a while, Solm.” Gilbert smirked before turning to Mistia. “Ah, Lady Mistia, I must apologize if Solm has caused you any trouble. Allow me to extend my sincerest apologies on his behalf.”

His words were dripping with condescension.

Mistia’s expression remained calm, but her eyes narrowed ever so slightly.

“Oh, Your Highness, there is no need for you to apologize. On the contrary, I should be thanking you. Lord Solm saved one of the villages in my domain. His **earth magic** is truly remarkable.”

“…What?”

Gilbert blinked in confusion before bursting into laughter.

“Amazing? Earth magic? Hahaha! Lady Mistia, you have quite the sense of humor! There’s no need to act tough in front of me. Earth magic is completely useless! What could you possibly do with it? Grow grass to fight off monsters? If it actually has any use, I’d love to hear it. What do you all think?”

Spreading his arms wide, Gilbert invited the surrounding nobles to join in his mockery.

As expected, some nobles, eager to curry favor, followed his lead and let out laughter of their own.

Mistia’s brows twitched slightly in irritation.

*(Ugh… How infuriating. Earth magic is incredibly useful, and yet it’s being mocked like this?)*

Solm had explained earlier, during their carriage ride, that in Tele, **earth magic** was considered rare but **worthless**.

Gilbert had deliberately spread this notion to protect his own reputation. He had pinned all the blame on Solm, telling everyone: **”I’m weak because my spirit is useless!”**

Mistia clenched her fists, fighting the urge to shout, **”Everyone, listen! Gilbert is the worst prince imaginable! He abused Lord Solm—are you really okay with him as your future king?!”**

But causing a public scene wouldn’t help anyone. It would only hurt Solm and risk diplomatic conflict.

Still, she wasn’t about to let Gilbert’s words go unchallenged.

“…It seems Your Highness does not believe me. In that case, perhaps a little demonstration is in order. Tell me, are Terre’s roses still in bud?”