The Spirit Said, 'You're Unworthy as My Master, Cancel the Contract!' So I’ll Give It to My Sister Who Wants It - Episode 2.7

“Mister Solm, Earth Spirit.”

When Mistia whispered, tiny dust-like particles danced above the bed. They appeared from nowhere and soon vanished.

Then, he—Solm, the Earth Spirit—materialized, lying on the bed. It was a fitting entrance for a spirit loved by the earth. But his body was still covered in untreated wounds.

“Ugh…”

Solm groaned. He recognized Mistia and tried to sit up, twisting his body. But the pain was too much, and he collapsed back onto the bed.

“Please, don’t push yourself.”

When Mistia knelt and placed her hand on the bedside, Solm’s eyes peeked through the gap in his bangs.

Mistia held her breath at the sight of them.

(What beautiful eyes…)

If she had to describe their color, they were like fresh green leaves sprouting in early summer.

They shone as if emeralds had been embedded directly into his gaze. Though his long bangs covered most of his face, they couldn’t hide his striking features.

Thin lips, a sharp nose, and long golden-brown hair flowing down to his waist, reminiscent of the earth’s hue.

As Mistia stared, Solm turned his head away and quickly hid his eyes beneath his bangs.

“My name is Mistia Redfield. You are in the Redfield Barony estate. Please rest here for now.”

“…Are you my new master?”

“Yes. But before we talk, may I heal your wounds?”

At the mention of “healing,” Solm, who had been quiet, suddenly glared at her.

“Stop. What exactly do you plan to do to me under the name of healing…?!”

“Sir Solm.”

Even speaking loudly seemed painful, as his breath grew ragged.

Seeing Mistia’s troubled expression, Skia stepped in.

“I am a spirit like you. I understand your situation, but calm yourself. My master can be trusted. She means no harm.”

“…Tch, you and I are not the same. Move aside.”

Solm grimaced and, trembling, forced himself up.

He pushed Mistia aside and set his feet on the floor.

“And where do you plan to go in that condition?”

“That has nothing to do with you.”

Despite the sweat on his forehead, Solm stood. He tried to move forward, ignoring Mistia’s attempts to stop him.

“No, it does matter. You told me your name.”

Mistia grabbed the tattered robe Solm wore and pulled him back onto the bed.

With a soft thud, he landed on the mattress.

And then, he froze.

—Mistia was on top of him.

“W-What are you—”

His voice came out weak.

Silver hair, smooth and beautiful, cascaded around him like a curtain.

He couldn’t look away from her pale amethyst eyes, which gazed at him directly.

Mistia blinked, her silver lashes fluttering. For some reason, Solm’s chest tightened.

She was beautiful.

“I will now heal your wounds with magic. You don’t seem willing to absorb my magic power to recover. If you don’t want this, then push me away by force. You still have enough strength for that, don’t you?”

“Kh…”

As she said, brushing aside her slender arms would have been easy for him.

Yet, he couldn’t move, as if he were pinned down.

(These fragile arms… If I put even a little strength into it, they would break…)

It wasn’t that he had forgotten what Gilbert did to him or that he had been swayed by Mistia’s actions.

But he knew the pain of violence.

And because of that, he couldn’t bring himself to push her away.

Seeing him frozen, Mistia spoke again.

“Skia, heal him.”

“…Alright. High Heal.”

Following Mistia’s command, Skia cast a healing spell.

Golden light gently wrapped around Solm’s wounded body.

The bruises and cuts on his pale skin disappeared one by one.

The warmth of the magic made Solm unconsciously relax.

After confirming his recovery, Mistia pulled away.

“I apologize for acting so forcefully.”

“…I won’t thank you.”

Mistia placed her hand on her chest and bowed in apology.

But Solm only turned his face away, looking uncomfortable.

Seeing this, Skia scowled deeply.

“Mistia, I need to talk to you alone.”

Something in his dark tone made Mistia’s heart skip a beat.

When she looked at him, his expression was grim, as if he had swallowed something bitter.

Her chest tightened with unease.

“Understood. Sir Solm, please rest here. I’ve left some clothes for you. We’ll take our leave now.”

Though she spoke to him, Solm ignored her.

Sighing, Mistia decided to leave.

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Even after Alisha and her uncle had left the Redfield estate, Mistia continued using the attic as her room.

She had spent so much time there that it felt comforting.

Mistia and Skia arrived at the attic and shut the poorly fitted door.

Now, they were alone.

The room fell into complete silence.

“Skia, what do you want to—”

As she turned, Skia was suddenly very close.

Before she could react, he placed his hands on her slender shoulders and pushed her gently backward.