Vol.02: Ch.02: The Twins and Their Warrior
"Alfith! Alfen!"
The boy's voice reverberated through the dungeon.
Alfith and Alfen were breathing heavily since they were tired from their recent battle.
They paused to catch their breath on the dungeon floor.
They listened as the echo of their names grew closer.
Finally, they turned their heads toward the sound and they saw the boy running toward them excitedly.
He had golden hair which had been tousled from the battle while his blue eyes sparkled with excitement.
His brows had the same golden hue as his hair.
Though the boy's features were nothing extraordinary, his body was nothing short of extraordinary.
Wearing brown armor that protected all of his body but his face, he sprinted toward the twins.
When he arrived, he couldn't help but be momentarily stunned by their beauty.
Alfith Wysteria's hair was a stunning dark violet color which flowed down her waist.
She had purple eyes and purple brows.
Her face had delicate features such as a petite nose and cherry-red lips that enhanced her beauty.
She was clad in a glossy black armor adorned with intricate white patterns all over it and she had two wings designed on her backplate.
Though she had a flat chest, she had a bountiful behind that gave her an irresistible charm similar to that of a succubus.
Her twin sister, Alfen Wysteria, shared the same purple hair, though the color was lighter than Alfith's and she chose a shorter cut that rested on her shoulders.
Her purple eyes, petite nose, and cherry-red lips were similar to that of her sister.
However, what truly set her apart was her bountiful bosom which she was immensely proud of.
Her armor, though similar in design to Alfith's, was different.
It was a white armor etched with sinuous black lines.
Alfith's stern expression softened when she was the boy approaching them.
She failed to notice that a faint blush appeared on her cheeks when she saw him arrive.
She tightly gripped her spear and tried to look stern, cold and aloof but couldn't quite supress the affection she had for him.
She walked toward him and checked his face as well as his armor.
She stopped and asked him worriedly, "Are yu alrigh, Vylan? Did yu hurt yourself? Did yu sustain any injuries? Yu must hone yur skills if yu vant to keep pace vith us."
Vylan was caught off her guard by her reaction.
He hadn't expected her to bombard him with questions.
He felt a little embarrassed and replied, "Ay am oke. Look! Ay am unharmed. De FireFalcon posed no threat to me dis time around."
Alfith sighed in relief as she was assured by his response.
She glanced at his armor and tried to say, "How d-", but she was rudely interrupted by her sister.
"Vylaan~~", Alfen coquettishly exclaimed as she ran toward him and pulled his face onto her bountiful bosom.
She hugged him tightly and deliberately shook her chest in his face and said, "Tell me, how is the armor? Is it guut? Did it help yu in fightin' dose bad beasts? It vas crafted by the best blacksmiths of the kingdom. I made it for yu~"
She whispered in his ear seductively, "I hope yu like it, my dear Vylan~~"
"Ummph...", Vylan was struggling to breathe although he had a deep blush across his face that clearly meant that he was enjoying it.
He glanced at her upward and both of their gazes met.
He noticed her eyes were full of love for him and he felt himself drawn toward them.
The atmosphere around them suddenly turned into warmth and love.
However, this fleeting moment was abruptly shattered by Alfith's scream, "Vylan Dastow!!"
Alfen quickly released him from her embrace and said, "Ahem... a slight correction. We...", she pointed at herself and Alfith and continued, "crafted the armor togeder. Did yu like it?"
Vylan took several deep breaths to calm himself.
After he did so, he replied while stealing glances of Alfen's chest, "Y-Yeah, Ay like it very much. Dis time, my transformation didn't burn or destroy my armor."
Alfith noticed him glancing at her sister's bosom.
She glanced at her own flat chest and couldn't help but be frustrated.
"Hmph!", She turned on her heels and angrily walked away.
Vylan was surprised by Alfith walking away.
So, he asked Alfen with a confused expression on his face, "D-Did Ay say someting wrong?"
Alfen knew why her sister walked away in frustration and couldn't help but feel satisfied.
She wrapped her fingers around Vylan's arm and said, "Come on, ve should follow her."
A few minutes later, they were sitting at their makeshift campsite in the dungeon.
Alfith and Alfen Wysteria were daughters of Duke Wysteria who was also known as the Agricultural Minister.
Alfen washed her axes and thoroughly cleaned it from remnants of blood and grime while Alfith savored the aftertaste of a bowl of soup.
Vylan drank the soup and exclaimed, "Wow!"
He turned to Alfith and excitedly exclaimed, "Wow, Alfith! Your cooking skills have improved so much! You can easily beat some of de royal chefs of de kingdom!"
Alfith blushed at his compliment but she hid it very well.
She still tried to act annoyed and ignored him although she secretly loved it.
She changed to a more serious tone and asked him, "Let's be serious here for a second. Are yu ready for the upcoming competition?"
Vylan nodded as his hand instinctively gripped the red sword resting by his side.
His thoughts wandered to the now famous clash between Darell and the Scorched Raven General.
"There's someting ve must prove.," Alfith declared, "Ve are not to be overshadowed. Dose five, dey somehow manage to be in de limelight vherever dey go. But dat's our secret vepan. Ve are unnoticed. Nobody is lookin' at us. And it is our duty to surprise everybody. To ascend to de top. Ve've sacrificed our sveat and blood to secure a position among de top three and ve'll stop at nussing to achieve it."
Alfen and Vylan nodded with determination in their eyes.
They shouted, "For de top three!"
Their voices resounded amid the roars and shrieks echoing through the dungeon.
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