The Spirit Said, 'You're Unworthy as My Master, Cancel the Contract!' So I’ll Give It to My Sister Who Wants It - Episode 2.5

Mistia and Skia escaped the storm of marriage proposals and headed to a quiet balcony. Once the door closed, silence fell, leaving only the two of them. Mistia, feeling drained, let out a long sigh.

“I can’t believe I just argued down the crown prince of another country! I got so heated in the moment.”

“You were magnificent. Besides, proposing in public like that was improper. Such things should only happen when an engagement has already been arranged. No one will blame you.”

“That makes me feel a little better. Still, with so many people pressing me, it’s overwhelming. His Majesty did say I could refuse, but if he changes his mind…”

As Mistia lowered her gaze, a large shadow suddenly covered her.

—She was embraced from behind.

A strong scent of white lilies filled the air. Skia’s deep blue cloak must have absorbed the fragrance of the nearby flowers.

“Don’t trouble yourself with such thoughts,” he murmured near her ear.

Mistia’s fair skin flushed red as she shrank in his arms.

“Skia, people might see us.”

Mistia’s voice trembled with embarrassment. A passing servant, noticing the scene, discreetly pulled the curtains closed. The glow of the chandelier dimmed, leaving only moonlight and starlight to illuminate the space.

There was no escape now. Mistia’s heart pounded so loudly she feared Skia might hear it. Then, he spoke again, his voice low and firm.

“My beloved, if it is your wish, I would give my life to fulfill any desire you have… except one. I cannot allow you to belong to anyone else.”

“T-That…! I don’t want to marry anyone else either, but if I am forced into it for political reasons…”

Seeing her fear, Skia chuckled softly.

“Your hair, your nails, your skin, your lips—every part of you belongs to me alone. If anyone dares to take you from me, I will destroy the kingdom. I will burn the world until only the two of us remain. Then, no one will be able to force you into anything. …This is my love. You understand, don’t you?”

He gently lifted a strand of her hair.

There was no sensation in hair, yet Mistia’s entire body shivered as if he had caressed her skin. His embrace tightened.

“My sweet Mistia, if the Savior of the Kingdom were to leave for another nation, Asteria would be engulfed in war. Right now, this land holds great value. And people always desire what is valuable. But the current power balance is just right. Fortunately, King Aurant has no ambition for conquest and avoids war. He understands the situation—hence why he told you to refuse. …You need only stay here and let me love you.”

Despite his words, a thought lingered in the back of Skia’s mind.

If Mistia were to kneel before him, her tears shimmering as she begged—he would undoubtedly give in. No matter what he said now, if she pleaded with him, his resolve would break like a fragile twig. Such was the weakness of a man in love.

But just imagining Mistia longing for another was enough to make him want to die.

“I’m sorry. I let unnecessary worries cloud my mind and made you anxious.”

Turning within his arms, Mistia faced him directly. Their breaths intertwined at their close distance.

“I have no intention of marrying anyone. …No one but you, Skia.”

Mistia’s voice trailed off as she blushed and averted her gaze. Skia’s heart swelled at her adorable display.

“You’ve gotten quite good at appeasing me.”

Under the moonlight, Skia smiled, utterly pleased.

It was a breathtakingly beautiful smile. Seeing it, Mistia’s heart felt full.

Yet, at times, his beauty filled her with an inexplicable guilt—

As if she were stepping into a sacred place, she had no right to enter. As if she were touching something no mere human should.

Skia was simply that perfect.

“…Lord Solm should be waking up soon.”

To shake off the unease rising in her chest, Mistia changed the topic.

“You’re right. In his current battered state, it would be cruel to let him be seen by others. You’ve fulfilled your duty as the Savior of the Kingdom. It’s time to return home.”

“Yes. There’s no one around right now, so can we teleport back?”

“Alright.”

Teleportation magic was truly convenient.

Since sitting in a carriage for too long made Mistia’s hips ache, she often relied on this spell.

With Skia’s incantation, the two of them vanished from the balcony.

Moments later, a servant cautiously peeked through the curtains and blinked in confusion.

“Huh? I could’ve sworn someone was there…”

Scratching his head, the servant muttered to himself before fastening the curtain back in place.