The Spirit Said, 'You're Unworthy as My Master, Cancel the Contract!' So I’ll Give It to My Sister Who Wants It - Episode 2.34

Gilbert fell backward and crawled away in fear. He called for help, but no one reached out to him. Even Prime Minister Thomas had already fled somewhere.

He had been completely abandoned by everyone.

“I-I am the King of Terre! Show respect and stand down!”

Gilbert shouted commands at the creatures, but they could not understand him. The monster bared its fangs and growled. Panicking, he grabbed a nearby stick and swung it wildly, but it did nothing to deter the beast. Instead, it only provoked the creature further. With a heavy thud, the monster took a step forward.

“Stay away!!!”

Just as Gilbert screamed, the monster’s club came swinging down. He squeezed his eyes shut in terror, preparing for death.

At that moment—

A massive golem appeared before him, blocking the monster’s attack. The golem and the monster grappled with each other, their strength evenly matched.

When the expected pain never came, Gilbert slowly opened his eyes. The giant figure of the golem filled his vision.

“…? W-what is this big thing…!? Is it… protecting me?”

Then, a realization struck him.

This enormous being shielding him—it was what people called a “golem.” When Gilbert first summoned Solm, he had been eager to create a golem, thinking, *”Earth magic is all about golems! I want to make one too!”*

But to his disappointment, Solm had not been able to create one.

Yet now, a golem—something he had once longed for—had manifested before his eyes.

Earth magic was rare. The only ones here who could wield it were Solm and Mistia’s group. That meant—Gilbert had just been saved by Solm.

At that realization, a single thought flashed through his mind.

He didn’t want to admit it. He absolutely refused to admit it. But—was it not Solm who was “useless” all along, but rather *his former master—himself*?

Was it only because Solm had been blessed with a powerful master like Mistia that he could now fully utilize earth magic?

“Shut up… Shut *up*!!!”

Even if his mind understood, his heart refused to accept it. Overwhelmed by anger, Gilbert roared.

“You idiots! What are you standing around for!? Kill that traitor Mistia immediately!”

Across the great fissure in the ground, Gilbert shouted at the Terre soldiers. But they had just been saved by Mistia’s group. They exchanged uneasy glances before averting their eyes from Gilbert in discomfort.

Seeing their reaction, Gilbert’s pale face flushed red with rage.

“You traitors…! I’ll have all of you beheaded…!”

Just then, Skia stepped onto the edge of the cliff and spoke to Gilbert.

“Hate to ruin your tantrum, but maybe you should take a look around first.”

“What!?”

At Skia’s words, Gilbert glanced around—and his face paled.

Monsters surrounded him on all sides. At some point, all of the Terre soldiers had moved to Mistia’s safe zone, leaving only Gilbert behind.

Trapped in an island of land amidst a sea of monsters, Gilbert let out a strangled whimper. Seeing his distress, Skia grinned in amusement.

“I’ll give you a choice: Clear my master’s name here and now, or die. Mistia Redfield had no part in the king’s assassination. Admit the truth and declare it before the Terre soldiers.”

“T-that’s… No! I refuse! The king was murdered by that witch over there!”

Even now, Gilbert stubbornly denied it. Solm frowned at his refusal.

“You still refuse to admit it?”

Solm then raised a hand toward the golem protecting Gilbert.

Clenching his fist, Solm commanded the golem to crumble. With a loud crash, it collapsed into nothing but rubble.

With his earthen shield gone, the monsters began creeping closer. Gilbert instinctively stepped back—only to find an endless abyss waiting behind him. Trapped at the cliff’s edge, he finally broke.

“…Damn it! Fine! Yes, it was *me*! Mistia Redfield didn’t kill my father! But that weak king was unfit to lead Terre! To make our kingdom stronger, we needed Asteria! So, I did nothing wrong!”

The soldiers of Terre gasped in shock at his confession.

“What!? The king wasn’t killed by Asteria’s hero!?”

“Are you saying the prince we swore loyalty to… is a traitor!?”

“I can’t believe he not only killed the king but also blamed the Asterian hero for it!”

Expressions of shock and disgust pierced through Gilbert like daggers.

Having finally cleared her name, Mistia secretly let out a sigh of relief amidst the commotion. Seeing that the truth had reached the soldiers, Skia smirked in satisfaction.

“Well done. As promised—I’ll spare your life. *Barrier Wall.*”

“…Huh?”

Light particles surrounded Gilbert’s body.

“What are you doing to me!? Hurry up and take me over there—”

Just as he panicked and pleaded with Skia—

“*Overlight Fall.*”

With a roar, a surge of flames erupted.

“*Aaaahhhhhhh!!!*”

A monstrous death cry rang in Gilbert’s ears, shaking his very soul.

Blinding white light engulfed everything, forcing him to squeeze his eyes shut. Even with his eyelids closed, the light was so intense it burned into his vision.

The sound of sizzling flesh, the unbearable heat scorching his skin—

His ears, his eyes, his body—every sense was overwhelmed. All he could do was tremble in terror.

“*Hii… Hiiiee…*”

All he could muster were small, pitiful whimpers.

Eventually, the blinding light faded. The deafening roar ceased.

Timidly, Gilbert opened his eyes—and saw an unbelievable sight.

“W-what… is this…?”

Scorched earth.

The once lush, green plains had been completely burned away. Fires still smoldered in places.

No trace of the monsters remained—only piles of ash and the sickening stench of charred flesh.

Skia’s ultimate light magic had incinerated them all, leaving nothing but bones turned to dust.

Utterly broken, Gilbert stood frozen in place, completely devoid of will to fight.

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After *Overlight Fall* had been unleashed—

Solm had shielded Mistia in his arms, protecting her from the immense light.

Noticing this, Skia turned back and frowned.

Mistia and Solm flinched, reacting as though a terrifying demon had glared at them.

“Did you really have to hold her *that* close?”

Hearing the irritated tone, they glanced at each other.

“S-sorry! My apologies, Master!”

Blushing, Solm quickly released Mistia.

“No need to apologize. Thank you for protecting me. …That was an incredible spell, Skia. The monsters vanished in an instant. I appreciate it.”

“I’m glad I could help. I used a lot of mana, though. Are you alright?”

“I’m fine. But… this plain sure isn’t.”

The three of them surveyed the surroundings.

The once-peaceful grasslands were now a hellish wasteland. The Terre soldiers remained frozen in shock, unable to process what had happened.

(*They’ll probably have nightmares for weeks…*)

Mistia wiped a nervous sweat drop from her forehead. Meanwhile, Skia crossed his arms nonchalantly.

“I held back, you know. At full power, this could have wiped out an entire kingdom or two.”

Hearing that, Solm gave a dry laugh.

(*This was him *holding back*…? I’d better stop being surprised by these two, or I won’t survive.*)

Deciding it was best not to overthink things, Solm let out a deep sigh.