The Spirit Said, 'You're Unworthy as My Master, Cancel the Contract!' So I’ll Give It to My Sister Who Wants It - Episode 2.33

Mistia turned her gaze toward the depths of the forest, just as the Terre soldiers were staring at it. In the distance, she saw something black writhing.

(*What is that…?*)

As she narrowed her eyes, a Terre soldier who had realized what it was screamed in fear.

“It’s—it’s monsters! A horde of monsters has appeared!”

Hearing that, Mistia’s eyes widened in shock.

“Monsters…!? Are you saying that entire massive black mass is made up of monsters!?”

Her surprise was understandable.

The sheer scale of the monster horde was enough to engulf all ten thousand Terre soldiers. This was truly a crisis on the level of a natural disaster.

Solm spoke in a quiet voice to Mistia, who was left speechless.

“A monster stampede.”

A monster stampede.

Just as the name suggested, it was when a massive swarm of monsters charged forward in a frenzy.

Most of the time, these hordes trampled toward villages and towns where people lived. Solm continued, his tone tinged with irony.

“Could it be that Gilbert came straight through that forest? That place is swarming with monsters. If you offer such a feast of humans to starving beasts, it’s no wonder they’d go berserk.”

Trapped between the monsters and the fissured ground, the Terre soldiers, now with no escape, began running in a panic like scattered spiders.

At this point, there was no longer any thought of battle.

Watching the chaos beyond the fissure, Mistia bit her lip.

(*If we abandon them and leave now, the Terre soldiers will be slaughtered by the monsters… They won’t even be able to resist. I can’t…*)

The faces of the villagers of Fula flashed through her mind—people who struggled desperately just to survive each day.

(*Even if they’re enemy soldiers, I…*)

She clenched her fists tightly against her chest, then turned to Solm beside her. The hesitation that once filled her eyes had now been replaced with quiet determination.

Before Mistia could even speak, he voiced her thoughts.

“…You can’t abandon them, can you?”

His words hit exactly what she was thinking, making Mistia flinch slightly. Solm’s eyes softened slightly.

“Leaving them behind would be easier, yet you are truly kind, Mistia.”

He was right. Leaving the enemy soldiers to die and escaping would be the best option for Mistia.

If the monster horde wiped out Gilbert and the false charges against her, all of her problems would be solved. This situation was an ideal opportunity—a perfect two-birds-one-stone scenario.

—However, Mistia slowly lifted her gaze.

“I want to help them. Even if it leads to a painful path… Your Majesty, Lord Solm, please forgive me.”

When Mistia turned to them, Aurant let out a small smile.

“There is no need to apologize. Slay every last monster. And if, after that, the Terre soldiers still dare to resist, use wind magic—or whatever you wish—to blow them all back to their homeland. I grant you permission. Do it, Hero of Asteria!”

With the sun behind him, Aurant’s royal cloak billowed as he issued his commanding order with unwavering dignity.

Mistia felt a lump in her throat at his overwhelming presence. She bowed deeply to him.

“I accept your command.”

Seeing her resolve, Solm also spoke gently.

“I was once saved by you, my lord. I respect your choice to save the Terre soldiers as well. Now, my lord, we must hurry.”

“Thank you, Lord Solm. You’re right—we have no time to waste.”

Looking beyond the fissure, Mistia saw the monster horde rapidly closing in on the Terre soldiers. She quickly came up with a plan to use the fissure to their advantage.

“Skia, Lord Solm, let’s split up and move the Terre soldiers to this side!”

“Understood.”

“Yes!”

Skia raised a hand toward the other side of the fissure. A massive arm of light appeared, as if a god had parted the clouds and extended its hand toward the earth. The arm grabbed the fleeing soldiers, lifting them and placing them safely on Mistia’s side.

Solm also chanted a spell.

**”Summon Golem!”**

The spell activated, and the ground bubbled and bulged as massive golems emerged. The golems picked up soldiers and tossed them toward the golems on Mistia’s side. The soldiers screamed as they were hurled across the gap.

Though they were safely caught by the golems, the soldiers sat in stunned silence. It was unfortunate, but their survival took priority.

Not wanting to be outdone, Mistia also chanted her own spell.

**”Wind, Air!”**

Using her vast magic power, she repeatedly cast basic wind magic. A large number of Terre soldiers were lifted into the air and carried safely across the fissure to solid ground.

The rescued soldiers stared in disbelief.

“The… the Hero of Asteria saved us?”

“Why didn’t she just abandon us and flee…?”

“Is she really the one who killed King Duran…?”

Having been saved by Mistia, doubts began to form in the minds of the soldiers, whose hearts had been burning with anger.

Just as only a few soldiers remained to be rescued, Solm spotted a familiar figure.

(*That’s… Gilbert!*)

At the very back of the fleeing soldiers, the former commander was desperately running toward them, his face pale. Solm furrowed his brow.

Then, in the next moment, Gilbert’s horse reared wildly. Thrown off balance, he was sent tumbling to the ground. Solm, watching everything unfold, sucked in a quiet breath.

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“Ugh—gah!”

The panicked horse thrashed violently, throwing Gilbert to the ground. A sharp pain shot through his body as he hit the earth hard.

He quickly lifted his head, bl00d dripping from his nose. Then, a massive shadow loomed over him.

Trembling, he slowly turned to look behind him.

Standing there was a terrifying monster—a Minotaur, its breath ragged, raising its massive club as if ready to strike.

Gilbert let out a strangled cry, his face drained of all color.

“S-stay back…! S-someone…!”