"Alfith! Alen!"

The boy's voice reverberated through the dungeon.

"Over here!", They shouted back.

The boy asked, "Where are you?"

"Ve're here, Vylan!", the two girls yelled.

A few seconds later, they turned and saw the boy running towards them excitedly. His hair which had been tousled from battle was golden in color like his brows. He had pale skin and blue sparkling eyes that were staring at them excitedly. Though the boy's features were nothing extraordinary, his body was nothing short of extraordinary.

His height was 6'5 feet, and his body was extremely toned and well-defined over which he wore a brown colored armor.

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 wearing a silver-colored chest armor which fit snugly against her flat chest and plump ass. Her legs were clad in leather boots which were tied up to her knees. In her hands, she held a long spear which was decorated with a ruby-encrusted handle.

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, though the main thing that set her apart were her big boobs and a normal ass. She was wearing an armor which had an opening on her stomach which revealed her belly button. The armor was a light pink color and it accentuated her figure and her big boobs. She had a pair of axes in her hand and her legs were wrapped in leather boots that went up to her thighs.

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 suppress the affection she had for him.

"Vyla-", she said in a soft tone.

But, she was abruptly interrupted by her twin sister, Alfen who said in a seductive voice, "Vylan! I missed you!"

She ran towards him and hugged him tightly, causing his face to bury into her cleavage. He didn't say anything and just stood there quietly as his mind became blank. He had a strange sense of déjà vu, which he couldn't explain.

Alfith frowned upon seeing her sister hugging him and she said in a cold tone, "Alfen, get off him!"

Alfen frowned and refused, "No way, Alfith. I'm not letting him go until he says 'I love you too'!"

"Get off him, now!", Alfith raised her voice as her blush increased.

"No, I won't!"

"Vylan Dastow!", Alfith shouted and Vylan hurriedly pushed himself away from Alfen.

"Y-Yes!"

"What took you so long?", she asked in a stern voice.

"I'm sorry, Alfith. I was a bit late.", Vylan said as he scratched his head sheepishly.

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Alfith narrowed her eyes and asked, "Did de FireFalcon pose a threat to you?"

Vylan replied, "I defeated him with ease. I think I have a good grasp of my current strength."

"What about your armor?", Alfith asked.

"Y-Yeah, it's good. It didn't burn when I transformed like de last one," Vylan said while stealing glances at Alfen's big boobs.

Alfith noticed him glancing at her sister's bosom. She glanced at her own flat chest and couldn't help but be frustrated. 'Why is my chest not big like her?!'

"Hmph!," She turned around.

Vylan noticed Alfith's change in behavior. He asked, "Hey, Alfith! Is something wrong?"

She looked at him and said in a cold tone, "It's none of your business!"

She stomped off angrily.

Vylan looked at her retreating back and didn't know what to say. 'Why is she acting so cold all of a sudden?', he thought.

Vylan was adopted by the Duke and Duchess Wysteria after his parents had passed away from the plague. He was taken to the ducal estate where the Wysteria twins had lived. The Wysterias treated him with kindness and raised him as their own.

He asked Alfen, "Did I say something wrong?"

Alfen knew why her sister walked away in frustration and couldn't help but feel satisfied. 'This is a small victory for me!'

She wrapped her fingers around Vylan's arm, causing her breasts to squash against it and said, "Come on, ve should follow her."

Alfen pulled him along, causing Vylan's cheeks to turn red as he felt her soft breasts. 'This is wrong, right?'

Alfen smiled and asked, "Why are you blushing?"

Vylan's blush deepened, causing him to turn away in embarrassment. Alfen giggled as she enjoyed his reaction.

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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. They were the only heirs to the Wysteria family and were the most eligible bachelorettes in the Kingdom. Well... after Emma.

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, Alfith! Your cooking skills have improved so much! You can easily beat some of de royal chefs of de kingdom!"

"T-Thanks for de compliment, but I still have a long way to go," Alfith said while blushing at his compliment but she hid it very well. She still tried to act annoyed and ignored him although she secretly loved it.

She had prepared the soup and handed him the bowl. "It's not much but... here. Eat up," she had said.

Alfith had always been like that - distant, aloof, and cold. But, he knew that she had a good heart and was extremely caring. When they were younger, she would always look out for him. When his parents had passed away, the Duchess had given him the name of 'Dastow' as a way of honoring his family name. He was then taken under the tutelage of the Wysteria Twins and taught how to wield weapons, spells, and other combat related stuff.

They had been together since they were kids.

The Wysteria Twins were beautiful and graceful women with an elegant air surrounding them. Their beauty and elegance were the envy of the noble ladies and the object of their jealousy. They were both very close and had a very strong bond with each other. They would always stick together, never leaving the other behind.

But, despite their closeness, they had different personalities.

Alfith was an introvert and would often isolate herself from others. She was always distant and cold, preferring to remain quiet and aloof. Her beauty was cold and reserved, like a snow queen.

However, Alfen was a total opposite. She was outgoing, sociable and loved to interact with others. She was popular among her peers and was often surrounded by admirers. Despite their differences, they were very close and cared deeply about each other.

As Vylan finished his bowl of soup, Alfith changed into a more serious tone and asked, "Let's be serious here for a second. Are you ready for de upcoming dungeon 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.

"I am ready," Vylan replied in a determined tone.

"Are you sure?", Alfith asked again.

Vylan nodded, "I am."

"There's someting ve must prove.," Alfith declared, "Ve are not to be overshadowed. Dose five, dey somehow manage to be in de limelight wherever dey go. But dat's our secret weapon. Ve are unnoticed. Nobody is looking at us. And it is our duty to surprise everybody. To ascend to de top. Ve've sacrificed our sweat and blood to fight for a position among de top three and ve'll stop at nothing to achieve it."

"Yes," Vylan replied.

"Good," Alfith said.