The Spirit Said, 'You're Unworthy as My Master, Cancel the Contract!' So I’ll Give It to My Sister Who Wants It - Episode 2.25

The soldiers, obeying the command, charged at Skia. Watching them coldly, Skia chanted a spell.

**”Hardening.”**

A hardening spell was cast on the wooden scabbard. Skia then swung it sideways, striking the soldiers who had attacked. The force of the blow sent them flying. However, the next group of soldiers immediately rushed at him.

Skia barely dodged their attacks and struck one soldier on the head with his scabbard. The soldier, suffering a concussion, collapsed unconscious onto the floor.

Seeing Skia’s experienced combat movements, Gilbert was shaken. He shouted at the soldiers.

**”Impossible…! Damn it, what are you doing? Ignore the spirit and aim for the master!”**

His voice trembled. The scolded soldiers avoided Skia, ran around the table, and charged toward Mistia and the others.

**”I won’t allow it.”**

Skia growled. With one hand, he effortlessly flipped a long table and kicked it toward the soldiers with great force.

**”Gahh!”**

The soldiers hit by the table let out squashed cries and stopped moving. Seeing this, Gilbert’s eyes went wide in shock.

**”W-W-What…!? He lifted that table so easily…!? Is he a monster!?”**

His reaction was understandable.

The table Skia had just lifted so effortlessly was made of heavy metal. It normally took dozens of grown men to move it.

In no time, only half of the soldiers were left standing. The confidence had completely drained from Gilbert’s face.

**—This can’t be happening. Spirits are supposed to be powerless without magic. Why am I the one at a disadvantage? Why is this spirit so strong even without magic?**

He had even gone through the trouble of stealing a rare “Magic-Blocking Armor” from the treasury just to trap Mistia and the others.

As if answering his thoughts, Skia spoke.

**”Sorry, but I’m used to this kind of battle. I’ve been in plenty of situations where I couldn’t use magic. …Now, let’s wrap this up.”**

Gilbert had no idea.

That the great spirit Skia had spent an unimaginably long time fighting battles.

**—To him, being surrounded by thirty human soldiers was nothing at all.**

In an instant, Skia raised his scabbard and dashed toward the enemies.

A soldier desperately tried to block Skia’s attack with his sword. However, unable to withstand the overwhelming force, his body was sent flying into the wall. The impact made the wall crack with a
loud creak. The soldier slid down from the wall, letting out a small groan before going limp.

Before anyone could catch their breath, Skia had already neutralized every soldier.

*(Oh no… My spirit is too strong. Those soldiers… they’re still alive, right?)*

Mistia, unconsciously worried about her enemies, scanned the room filled with fallen bodies, sweating nervously.

Upon closer inspection, she noticed that the soldiers were barely moving. They were still breathing. Mistia let out a sigh of relief.

**—A complete victory for Skia.**

Gilbert, now utterly cornered, began trembling pitifully. Skia looked down at him with cold eyes and pressed the scabbard right up to his nose.

**”Eek…”**

Gilbert gasped sharply. Skia then crouched down and, with a dark grin, whispered in a low voice.

**”So? What was that about spirits only being able to use magic?”**

**”A…h…”**

The spirit before him was so terrifying that he couldn’t even form words.

**”Bind.”**

As Skia chanted, black ropes appeared and wrapped tightly around Gilbert, binding him completely. Even his mouth was covered, rendering him unable to speak or move.

Lying on the floor, twisting and writhing, Gilbert looked utterly pathetic.

Of course, Skia could have simply used wind magic to make him float and restrict his movements. But that wouldn’t have been satisfying.

This was payback.

Ignoring Gilbert’s muffled protests, Skia let out a small sigh.

**”It’s over.”**

When Skia stood up and turned around, Mistia and Solm, who had been by the wall, snapped back to reality.

**”Are you hurt!?”**

Mistia hurriedly ran toward Skia.

**”No problem. Are you unharmed?”**

**”I was protected by these two, so I’m fine. Thank you, both of you, for saving me from danger, Skia, Solm.”**

Mistia bowed deeply. Solm gently placed a hand on her shoulder, urging her to raise her head.

**”Master, right now, we must help His Majesty while he’s still breathing.”**

**”…! You’re right. Skia, I’m sorry, but can I ask you for one more favor?”**

Even before Mistia finished speaking, Skia had already placed his hand over Doran.

**”Of course. Full Heal.”**

A soft glow enveloped Doran’s body. His pained expression eased slightly.

**”This should keep him alive. Now, next—Cure.”**

Skia chanted another spell. Mistia held her breath, watching closely.

*(Cure should remove any abnormal conditions in his body… Please, let it work!)*