Monster Tamer is the Worst Class-Chapter 49: Free the Spectral Monster

The cursed temple was silent, yet not empty. The runes on the columns, now faded, seemed to watch, like stone eyes guarding secrets.

The air pulsed, dense with echoes of ancient magic, and the ground vibrated with an energy that felt alive.

Eren stood at the center of the seal chamber, the shattered orb at his feet, the shards glimmering like fallen stars.

Kaela, Morwynn, and Nyssa surrounded him, each an extension of his soul, but it was Sylha who dominated the space. Her ethereal presence hovered, not as a threat, but as an invitation.

Eren felt her weight in his mind, a stream of thoughts that were not his own, yet resonated with an unsettling familiarity.

Sylha was not just a spirit—she was a fragment of the Order of the Ancient Tamers, a living memory refusing to fade. And now, after the battle, after the broken seal, she was here, not to fight, but to connect. He knew what needed to be done.

The exploit that made him unique—the bond that transcended the system’s rules—was the key. And he was ready to use it.

Eren closed his eyes, taking a deep breath.

The system, ever-present, flickered into his vision:

[Bond Protocol Detected.]

He knew what was coming next.

It was not just a fight or a mission. It was a ritual.

A soul contract, like the ones he had forged with Kaela, Morwynn, and Nyssa.

But Sylha was different—ethereal, bodiless, an echo of something greater. To bond her, he had to go beyond flesh, touch the spirit. And for that, he needed all of them.

"Prepare the space," he said, his voice firm yet gentle. Kaela hesitated but nodded, her claws retracted as she patrolled the perimeter, her protective instinct stronger than doubt.

Morwynn extended her webs, creating a circle of shining threads that pulsed with magic, like veins of light.

Nyssa approached the center, her liquid form spreading across the floor, forming a sapphire mirror that reflected the temple’s ceiling.

And then, Sylha manifested.

There was no physical form, but the presence was undeniable.

The air grew warmer, laden with a scent that was neither floral nor earthly, but something that evoked memories of endless nights. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

Sylha did not speak, but her essence flowed into Nyssa, who shivered, her liquid contours rippling as if touched by an invisible breeze.

"Eren," Nyssa murmured, but the voice was not hers alone. It was dual, intertwined, as if Sylha sang through her. "You called me. I am here."

Eren stepped forward, his heart beating steadily.

He felt Kaela and Morwynn in the background, their presences like anchors, but it was Nyssa—or rather, Nyssa inhabited by Sylha—who drew him in.

The slime molded, her contours gaining gentle curves, almost human, yet with a fluidity that defied form.

Her eyes, usually kind, glowed with starlight, like Sylha’s.

"You want to bond me," the voice said, a whisper that seemed to echo within his soul. "But you know what that means?"

"I do," Eren replied, his voice calm but laden with certainty.

He visualized the Affinity Contract, an ability that appeared in no standard interface, an exploit he had discovered with his monsters.

"But you must choose."

He extended his hand, not to touch, but to offer.

The system flickered:

[Consent Required.]

Nyssa/Sylha moved forward, her liquid body flowing like a slow wave, each movement a caress that required no physical contact.

Eren felt the warmth before she even approached, a tingling sensation that rose across his skin, as if the very air was alive.

Kaela, in the background, let out a low moan, not of jealousy, but of connection, as if she felt the same warmth. Morwynn, silent, adjusted her webs, the threads vibrating in harmony with the energy growing in the chamber.

"I choose," Sylha said, her voice echoing through Nyssa.

The liquid body of the slime approached, brushing against Eren, not as flesh, but as a current of energy that seemed to dissolve the barriers between them. It was warm and cold at the same time, like diving into a river under the moonlight.

Eren closed his eyes, letting the sensation guide him. He saw no bodies, only essences—the brute strength of Kaela, the precision of Morwynn, the protection of Nyssa, and now, the eternity of Sylha.

The ritual began.

Nyssa/Sylha enveloped Eren, not with arms, but with a presence that seemed to embrace his soul. He felt her touch like a wave, fluid yet firm, rising up his chest, down his legs, as if he was being mapped, known.

Kaela, in the background, breathed heavily, the hoarse sound echoing like a low drum, her golden eyes fixed on Eren, filled with a mixture of desire and loyalty.

Morwynn, always composed, let out a soft sound, almost a sigh, as her webs pulsed, as if dancing with the energy of the ritual.

Eren visualized the contract, seeing it as a glowing rune in his mind.

"Sylha," he said, his voice echoing in the temple. "You are more than an echo. You are free to choose. Do you want to be part of us?"

[Affinity Contract Initiated.]

Sylha’s presence trembled, and for a moment, he felt her hesitation, the weight of centuries of loneliness. But then, Nyssa/Sylha touched his face, a gesture both physical and ethereal, like a breeze carrying memories.

"Yes," Sylha replied, her voice clear, determined.

The temple shuddered, and energy exploded. Nyssa transformed, her liquid form glowing with starlight, as if Sylha inhabited her completely.

Her touch was a symphony, each movement a note resonating within Eren, within Kaela, within Morwynn. They were no longer separate—they were one, connected by something greater than the system, greater than the temple.

Kaela stepped forward, not to interrupt, but to join. Her wild heat contrasted with Nyssa/Sylha’s fluidity, and she touched Eren’s shoulder, her claws retracted, the gesture full of fierce intimacy. Morwynn, ever the observer, let her webs fall, the threads shining like stars as she approached, her faceted eyes reflecting the light of the ritual.

"You are ours," Morwynn whispered, and it was meant for both Eren and Sylha.

The climax of the ritual was not physical, but spiritual.

Eren felt his monsters—all of them—as extensions of himself, their essences intertwined into a single thread of mana.

Sylha, through Nyssa, was the center, her ethereal energy flowing to him, to Kaela, to Morwynn.

It was as if the entire temple sang, the runes coming to life in shades of silver and amethyst. The system flickered, and the final window appeared:

[Affinity: 100%]

[Contract Registered: Bound Spirit - Sylha]

Eren opened his eyes, his body light, as though he had passed through a storm and found calm.

Nyssa returned to being just Nyssa, but her eyes still held a stellar glow. Sylha was there, no longer a threat, but a part of them.

Kaela smiled, a rare moment of gentleness.

Morwynn adjusted a web, as if nothing had changed, but his eyes shone.

Eren said nothing, just looked at the temple, which seemed to respond to him, the silence now welcoming.