Valencia Sisters (4)
Impossible. Utterly unbelievable, even with her own eyes witnessing it—a sight she refused to accept.
Ardena, having stumbled upon that shocking scene, fled the spot as if chased by some unseen pursuer. She headed straight to her room. More precisely, to the bathroom inside it.
She filled the sink with cold water and plunged her feverishly hot face into it. She splashed the icy liquid so fiercely that her pale cheeks flushed red from the friction, finally calming the blaze raging in her chest.
“Haa… haa…!!”
Staring blankly into the sink, Ardena lifted her head to gaze at her reflection in the mirror. Her eyes were bloodshot red. The emerald irises that always gleamed with sharp intellect were now dull and unfocused, while her cheeks still quivered pitifully, unable to shake off the bewilderment.
“Ugh…!”
Staring vacantly into the mirror, Ardena suddenly dry-heaved and coughed. Memories flooded back: the moans echoing from beyond the door, her little sister’s voice crying out in crude, animalistic ecstasy.
Ardena had always seen Alonne as nothing more than a child—innocent, oblivious to the world, utterly ignorant of matters between men and women. It was only natural. Even in elven society, the sisters’ age gap was vast.
Seeing the little sister she’d cherished like a daughter writhing in a man’s arms, moaning shamelessly—it was a shock beyond words.
Alonne’s almost done with the academy. She’s an adult now. I was the one who saw her as too young. Of course she’d be drawn to Yushin.
Ardena let out a deep sigh, forcing herself to accept the relationship between Yushin and Alonne. There was no reason to hold her back. At twenty-one this year, her sister deserved to be treated as an adult. And being drawn to Yushin? Inevitable. They’d shared laughter and tears together, hadn’t they? Besides, she was the one who’d brought them together in the first place.
To connect them and now regret it? Petty. Cowardly.
“…I never should’ve let it happen.”
A thorny mutter laced with jealousy. Her eyes gleamed dangerously. The mirror reflected not the Ardena Valencia all the Helenwood Knights idolized, but a high elf woman consumed by envy, quietly swallowing her rage.
“Enough… enough…!!”
After glaring at the mirror for what felt like ages, Ardena bowed her head and whispered. Pathetic. Ugly. Filthy. She harshly condemned herself for resenting Yushin and her sister out of jealousy.
If Master were here… she’d scold me fiercely. She’d never tolerate such wretched behavior—hating those around me because of this jealousy.
‘Master… Master… What should I do? Please, show me the way forward…’
Memories fade with time, as they must. But one figure remained vivid amid the relentless flow of years: her master and benefactor, the hero who founded the Liberia Elf Kingdom, the supreme strongest revered by all elves.
---El Seed.
Ardena thought of the mentor who had taught her everything. Whenever she felt cornered mentally, she always sought her master. Even when she’d had to send Yushin away, she’d clung to thoughts of her master like a child.
Right now, Ardena was enduring mental anguish equal to that time.
* * *
Alonne beamed brightly.
“Good morning, sis!”
She was dressed in cute animal pajamas. As if nothing had happened, she greeted her sister with a cheerful smile.
“…Good morning.”
Ardena replied. She glanced at Alonne approaching like an adorable little animal begging for a head pat, then turned her head away abruptly. It felt like avoidance.
No, that can’t be. Alonne dismissed it, assuming her sister was just in a bad mood today—nothing serious.
That tiny body… taking Yushin’s massive cock inside it…
Ardena glanced at Alonne’s petite frame and slender shoulders, muttering inwardly. Yushin was huge. She’d never seen another man’s, but something thicker than a woman’s forearm couldn’t be normal. How had she taken something that big? When Ardena had first been with Yushin in the green woods, it had felt like her pussy was tearing apart in pain. Alonne must have felt the same. How had such a delicate body endured a man like that?
“Alonne, your graduation exam’s not far off now.”
“Yeah, so today I’m gonna train with Master too…”
Master. At the title Alonne used for Yushin, fierce jealousy flashed in Ardena’s eyes.
“Stop relying on Yushin every time and try overcoming obstacles on your own! You just keep getting his help…”
Ardena snapped at Alonne, then trailed off and turned away. Too harsh…? She regretted her coldness toward her sister, her expression complicated.
“…It’s for your own good.”
A lie.
“I just wanted to pass the graduation exam and make Dad and you happy…”
Reprimanded by her sister, Alonne pouted sullenly. Guilt stabbed at Ardena’s heart, but she shook her head, convincing herself she’d only said what needed saying.
Am I just venting last night’s grudge? The thought struck her. Taking it out on her sister? She questioned her own actions.
“Alonne… No, never mind.”
Ardena nearly asked about last night but decided to pretend ignorance. How could she even broach it? Sisters or not, everyone had private boundaries. Dating Yushin, sleeping with him—it was Alonne’s freedom. Meddling in an adult sister’s privacy would be unjust.
I know that, so why…!
She tried to accept it humbly, yet kept pushing her sister away. She’d resolved to let it go, but Alonne—taking the man she loved—kept fueling her hatred. Her head felt messed up. Ardena drowned in guilt over her actions, knowing they were wrong yet piling on hurtful words anyway.
“Sorry.”
Alonne said, turning away with eyes brimming like she might cry. Ardena’s heart ached. She bit her lip hard, cursing herself. But she couldn’t apologize to Alonne. She knew she was wrong, yet couldn’t shake the hatred and betrayal surging toward her sister.
“What’s your problem?”
A blue-haired knightess halted Ardena as she walked the corridor, back turned to Alonne. Allen Rocksfield. One of the few Ardena truly loathed. She had no desire to deal with her now. Unlike their usual petty squabbles, today felt like it could turn deadly.
“Why’re you making your sister cry? Eat something bad?”
Allen growled, glaring sharply.
“None of your business.”
“So what? Just picking a fight like always, long-ears.”
“Not in the mood to play with you.”
Ardena tried to brush past. Best to ignore a rabid dog. But Allen blocked her, in no mood to let it slide. She hated it all: Alonne’s teary face, Ardena’s uncharacteristic cruelty to her sister, Ardena ignoring her and turning away. Infuriated, she swung her arm.
Craaaack!!
Tremendous force clashed in midair. Ardena raised her arm to block Allen’s brute-force strike. Had she not reacted instinctively, her head would’ve been smashed—concussion at best, brain death at worst. Allen had swung with half-murderous intent.
A sharp aura flickered in Ardena’s eyes.
“Rabid bitch, you wanna fight in the castle?”
“Not my house.”
“I knew you were reckless, but no basic judgment either?”
“Bullshit. That’s you.”
“Shut your mouth.”
Allen’s words hit too close—exposing hidden truths—and Ardena’s face twisted. She glared fiercely, radiating savage hostility.
“Stop.”
Yushin intervened just as a brawl seemed inevitable, reaching out to restrain both women. His face was rigidly set, far from his usual playful demeanor.
“What the hell’s going on?”
Ardena and Allen had clashed plenty, but always kept lines uncrossed. Not today. A real fight would endanger the castle and all its servants. Knowing this, Yushin eyed them suspiciously.
“Ardena.”
He asked her, not Allen. She’d know best that a fight would ensnare innocents. The Ardena he knew was cool-headed and brilliant. No way she’d be reckless enough for that, no matter Allen’s provocations.
“…Don’t know. Don’t ask me. I’m the one caught up in it. And Yushin, right now I don’t even want to see your face or talk to you.”
Ardena snapped coldly, glaring daggers. Allen bristled openly, grinding her teeth, ready to lunge—until Yushin held her back. Ardena glanced at them, then turned away icily, her rejection as frigid as frost.