Chapter 596 – #121_I’M Back (4)
#596
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The long gallery was too luxurious to be a dueling arena.
In the midst of fiercely clashing gazes, Llewellyn felt a sense of absurdity.
Both of them were glaring with rather sharp eyes, but the opponent was just a novice witch.
The very act of engaging in a petty squabble with such seriousness was beneath the dignity of a queen.
Therefore, Llewellyn attempted to seize the initiative by displaying her lofty dignity.
She thought that if they heard her majestic voice, they would naturally know their place.
“This is the Queen’s court. Kneel and pay your respects.”
Meanwhile, the twins, who had skipped their piano practice to find Llewellyn bothering Pecha, were taken aback by the sudden appearance of this peculiar character.
Dark navy hair adorned with a small tiara.
Deep, dark blue eyes that shone like a dark sea.
Her attire was not a stylish reinterpretation of past fashions, but rather seemed to have been taken directly from the past.
To put it bluntly, it was a tacky dress.
“Have we seen her somewhere before?”
“No, it’s the first time.”
‘Did we meet her at a past party or ball?’ They racked their brains, but it was definitely the first time they had seen this witch.
“She’s a novice witch, right?”
“Yeah, sis. I think so.”
Additionally, analyzing the flow of magical energy around her, she was indeed a novice witch.
“Did you not hear? I clearly stated that this is the Queen’s court.”
Llewellyn was displeased that they were whispering amongst themselves instead of responding to her words.
Her voice, laced with annoyance, was a stern warning.
However, it was a warning that would not work on the twins.
It was true that novice witches were weaker than witches.
However, none of the prominent Gehenna witches had ever treated Odile and Odette carelessly.
After all, Odile and Odette would eventually inherit the name of Geminai, and no witch wanted to be on bad terms with a prestigious noble family.
And yet, to maintain such an attitude in the front yard where their teacher would come running in ten seconds if there was a problem…
“Sis, I think there’s something to her.”
“Just watch, what’s there to be scared of? She’s just a novice witch anyway.”
Rather, Llewellyn’s confident attitude aroused caution in the twins.
‘Could she be a novice witch of some incredibly powerful witch we don’t know?’ they wondered.
“Oh ho, you should be crawling on your knees and begging for forgiveness, yet you still stand on two feet? You’ll only shed tears when you see your coffin.”
The twins found Llewellyn’s unique way of speaking, combined with her forcedly lowered voice, to be nothing more than an awkward theatrical performance.
There were many eccentric witches, but this was the first time they had seen one who acted so bizarrely, and the twins stared at Llewellyn with bewildered expressions.
Their expressions were exactly the same, like a decalcomania.
“…Ah.”
“…I think that’s right, sis?”
“Yeah.”
“Sigh.”
But about five seconds later.
They reached a conclusion.
Her inflated ego.
Her inability to read the room, so immersed in her own world, was strikingly similar to the twins’ own turbulent period.
That was several years ago, so the witch in front of them was a novice witch younger than the twins.
“Well, we used to act like that too. I understand wanting to look cool.”
“Yeah, yeah, I was Odile of the pitch-black, and I was Odette of the pure white.”
Once they reached that point, the hostility in Odile and Odette’s eyes disappeared, replaced by a look of pity.
They knew that self-absorption was only possible in their immature days, and that after a little time, it would become a regretful album filled with dark history.
Therefore, they even added some kind advice.
“Hey, young one. Act like a lady.”
“Yeah, you might think it’s cool now, but you’ll regret it later.”
“What are you talking about?”
Llewellyn was completely lost by the twins’ arbitrary understanding.
“If you’re going to have a concept, at least make it cool. What is that?”
“It would be cooler to be a pair of twin witches whose souls were split by an evil dragon.”
“Right? I came up with it, but honestly, the concept was well-crafted, wasn’t it?”
“Yeah, yeah, looking back, it’s embarrassing, but there was a certain romance to it, sis.”
Llewellyn was disoriented by their rapid-fire, alternating way of speaking.
However, even if she didn’t know exactly what they were saying, she could tell that their reactions were treating her like a fool.
Her eyebrows twitched with her twisted mood.
With Siwoo’s advice and her being a novice witch, she had intended to go easy on them, but their disrespectful reaction was too much.
“Oh, you’re quite bold. But the price for speaking so presumptuously will be heavy.”
It was said that sparing the rod would spoil the novice witch.
She decided to firmly establish the hierarchy through the use of force. With that thought, Llewellyn began to chant.
“Sink deep.”
Following her gesture, a wave of blue magical energy arose.
Although she was currently injured and not in perfect condition, there was no need to be fully prepared to punish a mere novice witch.
“Ma, magic? Sis! I think she’s sick!”
“Pecha! Hide behind us!”
Llewellyn smiled triumphantly as she saw the twins’ eyes widen belatedly.
“Drown in the water and reflect on your actions.”
Because they were caught completely off guard, it was already too late to respond.
The twins barely managed to put up a minimal defense as they shielded Pecha.
However.
“Huh?”
The wave of magical energy that should have created a massive tidal wave and submerged the entire gallery was merely lapping at Llewellyn’s feet.
It was like the splash when stepping into a puddle after a rain shower.
If she had used a simple and easy spell, she wouldn’t have failed so miserably.
However, she had boldly attempted a complex spell without considering her physical condition, and the result was obvious.
“Look at this? You’ve got some nerve, huh?”
“Pecha, step aside for a moment.”
“Yes, yes…!”
Pecha quickly ran off to call Albireo or Deneb.
“You’re going to get it.”
“Seriously, sis. What’s with the newbies these days?”
To the twins, it looked like she had tried to punch them out of nowhere and ended up falling on her own.
It was also a situation where someone could have been hurt, so the atmosphere immediately turned hostile.
“W-why is this…? S-sink deep…! Ugh!”
Before the flustered Llewellyn could cast another spell, the twins had already rushed in and tackled her.
“You dare to cast magic out of the blue? Fine, it seems we need to teach our junior some proper manners as seniors. Odette, take off her shoes.”
“Okay, sis. It’s not like she’s got big boobs to brag about, what a nasty junior. Let’s teach her a lesson.”
Since the fight was being decided by physical condition alone, the twins had the numerical advantage.
Moreover, Odile and Odette enjoyed horseback riding and hunting as hobbies, so they were stronger than Llewellyn, who had only been rolling around in a submarine.
Odile quickly pinned Llewellyn’s wrists to the floor, taking a full mount position.
No matter how much she struggled, Llewellyn was stuck to the floor like a pinned insect specimen, and Odette quickly took off her shoes.
“L-let me go! If my body was normal, I would have crushed the likes of you with a single finger!”
Llewellyn’s face turned red with humiliation at being pinned down by a novice witch, and she shouted.
“Oh, you’ve got a great voice. Don’t make excuses. It’s pathetic.”
“Let’s give her some time to reflect. We won’t go easy on you.”
“And bring your mom later.”
“Yeah, yeah, you need some counseling.”
Odile unintentionally made a ‘padrip’ due to the accumulated misunderstandings.
However, Llewellyn didn’t have time to realize that.
Because a hellish torture immediately began.
“Ugh! Kya ha ha ha…!”
Odette began tickling Llewellyn’s bare feet.
Llewellyn, who was already very ticklish, tried to use magic to shake them off, but her calculations quickly went awry.
“Look at that, she’s trying to use magic again. But no way.”
“Right, right, there’s no way she can calculate in this hell of tickles.”
“Kya ha! Ugh! Hya ga gak!”
Odile and Odette had gone through all sorts of squabbles together.
They knew that the most effective way to subdue an opponent without using magic was tickling.
“Wow, she’s really flailing. It’s like a rodeo.”
“Sis, press down on her thighs with your butt.”
“Stop…! Stop it…! Don’t you…! Don’t you fear…! My wrath!”
“Then it’ll be hard to hold her wrists, right? Should we do it with her armpits instead?”
“Should we? I think she’s going to kick us.”
“Hhbbub! Hhbbub…!”
No matter how much she cried out in pain, the twins didn’t care, and Llewellyn felt like they were psychopaths.
“Hwaa! Hwaaang!”
The tickling and shortness of breath were enough to make her dizzy.
Armpits, sides, feet, and so on.
Llewellyn’s body remembered the skillful touch of the twins, who were targeting her weak points.
Llewellyn’s first experience.
Back when her sensuality had not yet blossomed, the sexual pleasure that had been inflicted simultaneously with the intense tickling.
Since then, she had often enjoyed feather caress play, unable to forget the subtle sensations and eroticism.
In other words, regardless of her will, the act of tickling was closely linked to her sexual arousal curve.
“Hwaang… Haa haa… Hh… Hh….”
Odette’s hand, which had been focused on tickling Llewellyn, paused.
Odile, who had been restraining Llewellyn, also paused and exchanged a shocked look with Odette.
“Didn’t… I tell you to stop…? Hicc… Hicc….”
Something was wrong.
At first, there was only laughter.
Even when they started hearing strange noises, they thought she was just panting from exhaustion.
But Llewellyn’s flushed face and teary eyes.
The nasal sounds that seemed to be coming out with a sticky substance were something the twins were familiar with.
It was the sound that their sister or younger sister made when they were having a happy time with their assistant.
“Oh my god….”
“Good heavens….”
They never imagined that she would react like that in this situation.
Not only was she a chuunibyou novice witch who acted bizarrely, but she was also a huge pervert.
“Odette, did you touch her somewhere weird?”
“No! You saw it too! Why would I touch her there….”
Odile and Odette felt a chill run down their spines.
All the thoughts they had of her being nasty and needing to be punished completely disappeared.
No matter how they looked at it, they concluded that it was too dangerous to continue associating with her.
They had to run away.
And they had to report her.
“L-let’s run away.”
“S-sis…! Let’s go together…!”
The two of them quickly ran away, leaving the exhausted Llewellyn behind.
“…Ugh….”
Llewellyn was left alone, twitching.
Her disheveled hair and clothes had completely erased the dignity she had tried so hard to maintain.
Twincest is still wincest