Spiritist in Mairimashita! Iruma-kun "English version."

Jayce, a sixteen-year-old boy, lay on a hospital bed with his eyes closed. The faint hum of machines and the sterile scent of disinfectant were the only things accompanying him as he reflected on his life.

He had fought. For two years, he had battled cancer, enduring chemotherapy, needles, and nights of pain. At first, he had believed he would win—that he could go back to being a normal boy, going out with friends and enjoying the simple things. But chemotherapy stopped working. Now, all that remained was silence.

What he regretted most was not dying but not being able to live. He would never experience adolescence like everyone else. However, he had found solace in the moments he still had: the unwavering support of his family, the genuine smiles of the nurses who cared for him, and, most of all, the anime series they watched together. Among them, Mairimashita! Iruma-kun was his favorite. Every time he watched it, he felt warmth in his chest, as if, for a moment, the weight of his illness disappeared.

But nothing good lasts forever. A sharp pain pierced his chest like a spear. His breathing became increasingly difficult, as if he were drowning. He struggled for air, but there was nothing but emptiness. Until everything ended.

Then came nothingness.

Jayce floated—or at least he thought he did. He couldn't feel his body, only a vague, ethereal presence. He was trapped between sleep and wakefulness, like in a paralysis that prevented him from moving.

When he opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was a figure. In front of him, a woman gazed at him with piercing blue eyes, as cold and serene as a frozen lake. There was something terrifying about her, but at the same time, a quiet beauty in her empty stare. Her white hair cascaded like a waterfall over her shoulders, and a crown rested upon her head. Her dress, elegant and majestic, seemed to radiate a nobility beyond human comprehension.

Jayce swallowed—or at least felt like he did—and asked in a trembling voice,

"Who are you?"

The woman tilted her head slightly, her eyes unblinking.

"I am a goddess. That is how mortals know me."

A sudden chill ran through Jayce. Memories flooded his mind—he was dead. Somehow, he knew it. And now, a goddess stood before him. He instinctively knelt, not daring to meet her eyes.

"Forgive my lack of courtesy, goddess," he murmured uncertainly. "I did not mean to offend you."

The goddess observed him in silence for a moment, as if she could read every corner of his soul. Finally, she spoke, her voice both soothing and unsettling.

"I see no resentment in you, despite your fate. That is unusual."

Jayce lifted his head slightly, just enough to respond.

"Perhaps there was at first," he admitted. "But I did my best. I have no regrets."

The goddess nodded, her expression unreadable.

"Few souls can say the same. That is why I have a proposal for you."

Jayce looked at her, intrigued.

"A proposal?"

"I will offer you a new life," she said. "I will grant you a new appearance and a power. However, you will not choose the power. I can only give you what aligns with your soul. But you may choose where you will be reborn. Do you accept?"

A surge of excitement filled Jayce, something he had not felt in a long time. A new life. The chance to start again.

"I would like to be reborn in the world of Mairimashita! Iruma-kun," he said with a sincere smile. "And if possible, to take on the appearance of Cale Henituse from Trash of the Count's Family."

For the first time, the goddess showed a faint hint of emotion—a small smile that barely curved her lips.

"So be it. I have assigned you to the Azazel family. It will suit your appearance... and your power."

"What power will that be?" Jayce asked, curious.

"You will be a spirit tamer, or as some call it, a contractor. However, your contracts will be bound to your soul. You will be more than just a master of spirits—they will be a part of you."

Jayce nodded, absorbing the information.

"Will I have trouble finding these spirits?"

"No. When your destined spirit is near, both of you will know. Additionally, in the Netherworld, you will find elements that will allow them to grow. They will recognize you even before you find them."

Jayce bowed once more.

"Thank you for this opportunity, goddess. I don't know how I could ever repay you."

The goddess gazed at him, her smile fading like smoke.

"When your time to depart comes again, you will return to me. You will oversee a part of my work."

Jayce did not hesitate.

"I accept. I have no problem with that."

The goddess nodded.

"Your first companion will appear with you within the first three years of your new life."

Jayce closed his eyes, feeling a warmth he had not felt in a long time.

"Thank you, goddess. Until we meet again."

Fatigue wrapped around him like a blanket. For the first time in years, he felt he could sleep without worry. As his consciousness faded, the goddess watched him with a melancholic expression.

"I will be waiting for you, Jayce. This forsaken place needs your warmth."

Her words lingered in the air like a whisper. Then, she returned to her eternal work, awaiting the day he would return.