“You without magic are not worthy of being our master. Please annul the contract!” Baroness Mistia Redfield was dumbfounded as she was told so by the spirit she had contracted with.
“The spirits also say this; we must use their sublime power in the best condition. Please, sister, yield the position of the contract holder to me!” Baroness Alicia Redfield said, with spirits by her side.
With her lovely appearance that rivaled even higher spirits, an amiable personality, and ample magical power, Alicia was the exact opposite of Mistia in every aspect. Yet, despite her inadequacies, Mistia had strived tirelessly for the spirits. But it seemed all was in vain.
“Well then, I shall relinquish them.” Mistia decided to hand over the spirits to her sister Alicia. In her despair, a glimmer of hope was extended to her, a helping hand.
