The Spirit Said, 'You're Unworthy as My Master, Cancel the Contract!' So I’ll Give It to My Sister Who Wants It - Episode 2.6

The Redfield family mansion.

At its entrance, two figures—a man and a woman—suddenly appeared out of thin air. The fallen leaves at their feet rustled as a breeze stirred from the lingering magic. Skia released Mistia from his arms and opened the door.

“I’m back.”

Mistia called out loudly into the house, and soon, the sound of small footsteps pattering toward them could be heard.

“My lady! I’ve been waiting for your return!”

“Eileen.”

Seeing her smile, Mistia let out a relieved sigh. With bright green eyes, charming freckles, and flaxen braided hair bouncing as she ran, the girl was Eileen—Mistia’s maid.

As they stepped inside, the house was warm. A delicious aroma of sautéed onions filled the air, making Mistia instinctively ask Eileen,
“Did you go out of your way to cook something for me?”

“Yes! I thought you might be too nervous to eat anything while you were there, my lady! So, I made a simple onion soup.”

“Eileen, you see right through me. Thank you. Oh, this is for you.”

Saying that, Mistia plucked a white lily from her chest and tucked it behind Eileen’s ear. Eileen blinked in surprise as Mistia tilted her head and smiled.

“You look lovely.”

“…Oh, come on! My lady, are you trying to make my heart explode?!”

Eileen squirmed in mock protest, puffing up in flustered frustration. Watching this, Skia furrowed his brows and crossed his arms. The atmosphere suddenly felt colder.

“What exactly am I witnessing here?”

“Oh! Welcome back, Lord Skia. Thank you for your hard work~.”

Eileen offered him a rather casual greeting.

“…”

The stark difference in how she treated him was painfully obvious. Still, Skia said nothing and silently followed the two women as they linked arms and made their way to the dining room. Once there, Mistia confided in Eileen about the events at the ball.

“I see… So the Crown Prince of Terre did such a thing?”

“Yes. He must have suffered terrible abuse for a long time. He should wake up soon, but… I’m nervous.”

Mistia’s uneasy expression was reflected in the shallow plate of soup before her. Sensing her anxiety, Eileen, who had been standing by her side, quietly spoke.

“But… That spirit revealed his name to you, didn’t he?”

“Yes, he did. But I don’t know if he was in a clear state of mind when he did.”

“It’s only natural to feel uncertain. …But my lady, I will always be grateful to you for saving me that day when I was about to be sold. Because of that, I deeply respect your decision to make a contract with that spirit instead of abandoning him. And if you could go back in time, I believe you would still reach out to him.”

Mistia gasped and looked up at Eileen.

(That’s right… I couldn’t have left him there. I don’t know if what I did was truly the best thing for Solm. But sitting here, hesitating, won’t help. I need to meet him and hear his wishes directly.)

Resolving herself, Mistia took a sip of the soup Eileen had prepared. The rich flavor of the onions seeped into her body, which had gone almost entirely without food or drink.

It was warm, gentle, and delicious.

Mistia found herself wanting Solm to taste it as well. The kindness Eileen had given her filled her heart, making her want to extend that same kindness to someone else.

“Thank you, Eileen. This soup is wonderful.”

As Mistia smiled, Eileen beamed with happiness.

“Hehe, I’m honored to hear that. Now then, I’ll go prepare a bed for Lord Solm. I’ll let you know once it’s ready.”

“Alright, please do.”

After confirming that Eileen had completely left the room, Skia suddenly spoke.

“She’s a good maid.”

“Yes, more than I deserve.”

Skia and Mistia exchanged smiles.

After Mistia had finished her soup, Eileen returned and informed them, “The bed is ready.”

Steeling herself, Mistia stepped into the mansion’s guest room, approaching the bedside.

Then, she softly spoke his name.

“Earth Spirit, Lord Solm.”