Busty Twin Sisters
"Huuu...."
Should I just return it right now, saying I can't handle it? A national treasure—me, a national treasure! Even Glova, who had the guts to sneak peeks at the sweaty cleavage or armpits of the female knights, found this weapon—a million times more famous than its owner—to be an overwhelming burden.
"Vice-Captain, what're you doing?"
"Vice-Captain, what're you doing?"
"Gah!"
The fresh-faced first-year rookies of the Baekhwa Knights, Lyr and Syr, burst into Glova's room without warning.
"Whoa~ It's the White Reaper."
"Is this the Vice-Captain's weapon? Whoa~."
"Knock before you come in!"
The two knights inspected the White Reaper with the eager curiosity of girls visiting a boyfriend's place to pet his cat.
"Can we touch it? Vice-Captain♡"
"Can we touch it?"
"......"
He almost said it was fine to touch. Back in his powerless grunt days, Glova had been a master of sexual harassment, but now that he was vice-captain, he watched his words. If the other person couldn't say no even if they hated it, it wasn't a joke anymore.
"It's so cool~."
"Whoa~. A real dragon-grade artifact."
Before Glova could even give permission, the twin sisters were already fondling the White Reaper.
Dragon-grade artifact: White Reaper. One of only four such supreme weapons in the kingdom. Hero-exclusive gear like Valpurga was naturally excluded from the count.
How good was it? Anything with "dragon" in the name was top-tier in this country. The highest unique skills were classified as dragon-grade skills, the kingdom's strongest weapons as dragon-grade artifacts. Even the best street-vended mineral water was branded Dragon Horn Water. In the Rune Kingdom, slapping "dragon" on something instantly boosted its value—that was the people's vibe.
"Vice-Captain's thing is so long and hard."
"It's amazing~~♡"
"A-hem. You girls... don't say weird stuff."
Facing the mischievous twin sisters, Glova was utterly flustered. They were practically nieces to him. The huge age gap left him clueless on how to handle them.
The knights were mostly brimming with talent and youth by nature. Veterans like Glova, who stuck around past thirty, were rare.
The twins Lyr and Syr were no exception—prodigies who shone at this very age, reminding him of Vice-Captain Siroko in some ways. Right down to their seriously glamorous busts.
Never in the order's history had twins enlisted together. First-year enlistees: Lyr and Syr. Identical in appearance. According to big sis Syr, her little sis had slightly fuller upper bust measurements, and she herself was 1cm shorter—but body height fluctuated minutely with condition anyway, making them incredibly hard to tell apart visually.
They had a unique hair color blending pale pink tones with two-tone white streaks. Sis Syr had more white, little sis Lyr more pink, but only someone who'd seen them a ton could spot it. Easier than distinguishing by height or tits, at least.
With their fair skin and big breasts to boot, they were trouble for the Baekhwa Knights. Days of battling raging libidos amid a beautiful captain and her knights. The guys had mentally surrendered long ago, secretly treating them as official wank material—a not-so-secret secret among the men.
She's a subordinate. She's a subordinate....
Glova mind-controlled himself.
"Don't touch it."
"Why~? Let us touch it."
"Let us touch it."
"Tch. Cut the weird talk and get ready. We've got an op today."
"For real? Is the Captain here?"
"......"
Glova sighed.
"Captain's got circumstances and can't make it. We're handling it ourselves this time."
The situation felt eerily similar to Siroko's era somehow. Or so Glova thought.
Back then, what had Vice-Captain Siroko said...?
"Let's wrap it up before lunch...!"
"Pfft...."
"Pffft...!"
"W-Why are you laughing, you punks."
"Vice-Captain Glova, suddenly striking a pose that doesn't suit you...."
"You look thrilled holding the national treasure."
"Kuh...!"
How to discipline these insolent pink-titted sisters to vent his frustration?
"You're weaker than us, Vice-Captain."
"Will it be okay~?"
"...What're your levels?"
Syr saluted.
"590!"
"583!"
"......"
Glova's level hovered around 450. Hard-earned through desperate effort.
...Pathetic before geniuses.
"You punks. Why're you bullying the vice-captain here?"
Glova's fellow knight and friend, Jonah, showed up and flicked the pink sisters' foreheads.
"Eek. Sorry."
"Forgive us~."
"Go prep outside."
"Yessir~~."
Once the twins left, Jonah and Glova sighed in unison.
"Jonah. Aren't we spoiling them too much? Calling them cute all the time...."
"You were the one who said vice-captains are meant to be teased."
"......Sorry, Vice-Captain Siroko."
"Say that to her face?"
"Still...... they're cute, though."
The two old-timers exchanged glances and nodded. Lyr and Syr were cute. Captain Claire was pretty, but untouchable like a sacred idol. With Siroko's spot vacant, the adorable, lovable, busty LyrSyr duo filled the void. Baekhwa Knights' official popularity—and bust—reps.
But they weren't weak, either. That was why Glova always felt stomach pains from the vice-captain burden. Monsters like them kept popping up in the order.
"......They turned down Deseval Academy recommendations to join the knights, right?"
"Yeah. Wanted to be like Captain Claire."
"Do geniuses attract geniuses...?"
"Still newt blood compared to the Captain. Her debut was a real shockwave."
Yeah. Eight years ago already.
"Captain was cute back then too.... Doesn't show that side much anymore."
"Can't have guys underestimating her as 'just a woman.'"
Jonah startled, staring at the bed.
"......That's the White Reaper. You stole it? Finally gave in to your hidden fetish?"
"...Crazy. Who steals a national treasure? Princess gave official permission."
"Liar. Captain's only used it three times herself—ain't lending it to you."
...This was what happened when the weapon outshone its owner by a millionfold. Glova just gave up.
"Yeah, I stole it. Squeezed Regent Delia's firm tits while I was at it."
"Oho.... The Regent's breasts...? Couldn't resist that."
"Kukuku."
Glova lacked the balls to claim he'd groped the princess's tits.
"You've changed a lot. Old you would've chewed me out for that."
"Your bad influence, Glova."
Swoosh. Glova gripped his girlfriend lying on the bed.
Light, but not flimsy. Just holding it told him: top of the top-tier, elevating the user's skill several levels.
"...Jonah. One question."
"Yeah?"
"What's your level?"
"Around 500...."
......Glova clamped his mouth shut.
Eight years back, even top knights averaged under 200, excluding outliers like Siroko or Claire—Glova's talent wasn't bad. You couldn't join Baekhwa without it.
But as time passed and standards rose, the order's average soared to 500-600. Levels that once demanded a lifetime of genius effort were now commonplace.
...No roots. No damn roots.
The era changed; level checks became too convenient. Kids obsessed over inflating numbers. Not saying LyrSyr were water levels dressed up fancy.
But with buzzwords like "balloon levels" and "water levels" popping up, showboaters were rampant.
Trend among youth: if training didn't raise levels, it was pointless. Thankfully, Baekhwa had no slouches on knight basics: True Strike, Hard Blade, Insight.
Don't need that stuff if levels are high, right? ...Some punk spouted that crap once, pissing off the vets. Transferred out now.
Maybe I'm the wrong one.
Level convenience had merits. Instant strength gauge—no explanations needed. Civilians over 100 could pick up street chicks easy.
Hated the "I'm high-level so I'm right~" vibe, but levels were damn accurate.
100-300 young? Solid knight timber. Beyond? Rare talent. 800+? Broke human limits... ascended realms, kinda childish but true.
Human cap: 9999. Never seen. Heroes might've hit it. But levels were like rich folks' wealth—embarrassing to spill exact figures.
Captain Claire... what's hers?
Match her level, and could I fight like her?
Nah, no way.
"Why levels outta nowhere?"
"Figure I look like cannon fodder to you too."
"New gen's stares sting, huh?"
"......Haha."
Only Jonah got it.
"If you look like fodder, grind some levels."
"......You bastard."
"Whoa! Fodder-man thinks he can mouth off to King National Treasure over Lv.1000?"
"Crazy, weapons don't have levels!"
Bickering, they stepped out and scanned the assembled knights.
"Everyone here? Check."