The Spirit Said, 'You're Unworthy as My Master, Cancel the Contract!' So I’ll Give It to My Sister Who Wants It - Episode 2.8

“Kyah…!”

Mistia was pushed and lost her balance, falling onto the bed on her back.

She didn’t understand what had just happened and hurried to sit up. But before she could, Skia slammed both hands down on the bed beside her head with a loud thud. She had no way to escape.

“S-Skia…”

Mistia called his name with a voice filled with unease. But Skia remained silent, staring at her with an unreadable expression. His vivid cobalt-blue eyes were locked onto her.

Being pinned down by Skia made Mistia incredibly anxious. Her heart pounded so loudly it felt like it might burst. Tears welled up in her eyes before she even realized it.

How long had they been staring at each other?

Finally, after a brief pause, Skia spoke.

“How did that feel?”

“H-Huh? Um… well…”

“How do I look to you right now?”

Mistia held her breath, not understanding his question.

Even so, she desperately tried to think of an answer. She carefully observed Skia’s beautiful face, which filled her vision.

Deep within his eyes, she could see a burning flame of anger.

Skia was mad.

The realization made her mind go blank, and the words slipped from her lips before she could stop them.

“Skia is handsome.”

“…What?”

Skia’s eyes widened in shock.

“You’re kind, dependable, and dignified.”

“……Mm.”

“You’re strong, a little mischievous, but that part of you is cute too.”

“………………”

“You look like the most wonderful person in the world.”

Looking up at him with pleading eyes, Mistia saw Skia quickly avert his gaze in frustration.

His cheeks turned so red it looked like steam might start coming out of them.

Seeing his reaction, Mistia’s face also turned bright red.

(Ahhh! I did it again! I just said something ridiculous!)

She remembered the time they first met—when she accidentally proposed to him on a balcony.

Then, all of a sudden, Skia let out a deep sigh and smirked.

“I give up. Mistia, you win. I can’t even stay mad anymore.”

Mistia blinked in surprise at his defeated tone.

“I must have done something to upset you, Skia.”

“Bingo. I got jealous when you pushed Solm down.”

“…!”

Seeing Mistia’s shocked expression, Skia moved away from her.

It seemed he had been reenacting what she had done earlier. He wanted her to understand how Solm must have felt when she had pinned him down.

Skia muttered under his breath.

“Don’t go pushing down any other men. All you have to do is give me the word, and I’ll make sure he’s completely unable to move, even if I have to nail him to the floor. …Do you understand?”

“Y-Yes. I’m very sorry.”

“Good.”

Mistia reflected on her careless actions.

She felt bad for Skia, but also for Solm.

It must have been awkward to be suddenly pushed down by a girl he barely knew.

Then, she recalled Skia’s expression as he pinned her down.

(…His angry eyes were so beautiful.)

Of course, if she said that out loud, he would definitely scold her for “not reflecting properly”—so she kept it to herself.

The next morning, Mistia had already dressed herself and was battling a stubborn bedhead.

A soft knock came at the door.

As she set down her comb and looked toward the door, she heard Irene’s muffled voice from the other side.

“My lady, are you awake? A letter has arrived for you, so I’ve brought it right away.”

“Thank you. I’ll open it now.”

Stretching once on the bed, Mistia walked toward the door.

When she opened it, she found Irene standing there, dressed neatly in her maid uniform despite the early hour.

Noticing Mistia was already dressed, Irene narrowed her eyes in disapproval.

“My lady, if you had just rung the bell, I would have helped you get ready!”

“Fufu, sorry. It’s just a habit. Getting ready by myself helps me focus too.”

“I see… I do wish you would rely on me more, though. Anyway, here’s your letter.”

Mistia took the letter, and Irene bowed before returning to her duties.

The seal on the envelope bore the crest of a noble house.

Mistia’s eyes widened in surprise.

“This is from the House of Arshien.”

The Arshien Ducal House had supported Mistia after she became a national hero.

They managed the Redfield territory in her place, allowing her to continue her life as a student.

For them to send her a letter… it was unlikely to be anything trivial.

Mistia felt unease creeping into her chest.

“It doesn’t look like a fancy invitation to a ball… I guess I have no choice but to open it.”

As she muttered to herself, a voice spoke behind her.

“You’re right.”

“Skia.”

“Good morning, my lady.”

Mistia quickly patted down her stubborn bedhead.

Skia smiled and made a quick motion with his fingers.

The tip of the envelope neatly sliced open, and a small piece of paper fluttered to the floor.

It seemed Skia had used wind magic to open the letter before she could even search for a letter opener.

Cutting only the envelope without touching her hands or the letter inside was an incredible feat.

(Such a waste of talent…)

“Can’t have you cutting your fingers again.”

Skia chuckled softly, and Mistia smiled wryly.

(O-Overprotective…)

She thought so but didn’t say it aloud.

“Thank you. Now then…”

She unfolded the letter.

As expected, there was no decoration on the stationery.

She read the contents carefully.

“…This is serious.”