Free Web NovelA heavy weight pressed against her wrists, and the magic flowing in Vieya’s body froze at once.
Good grief. Really, good grief.
They actually locked me up with the store’s ultimate treasure. Looking at the hefty golden runes carved into the sealing handcuffs on her wrists, Vieya clicked her tongue slightly.
“How is it, big sister? Aren’t these cuffs pretty～”
The pink-haired shorty rubbed her cheek against Vieya’s bound wrist, her delicate childish face wearing a sweet, syrupy smile that somehow did not look out of place:
“These were limited-edition commemorative handcuffs, jointly crafted back then by the strongest human forging master, the strongest rune master, and the strongest array and magic constructor. Even the Royal Capital Tribunal only keeps a single pair as a treasure～”
Limited-edition commemorative handcuffs, my ass!
These were the very things I had once commissioned those craftsmen to forge, made specifically to restrain ninth-tier monsters—that is, Level 900 and above.
In this world, every hundred levels marks one tier. The higher the level, the stronger the base stats. Ordinary people are usually around Level 1–10. Even veteran adventurers generally do not exceed Level 50. Only those who touched upon the mystical ➤ NоvеⅠight ➤ (Read more on our source) or miraculous side of magic—like priests or magic swordsmen—had any chance of surpassing Level 100.
As for Heroes, that was a special class that could not be bound by this land’s level rules.
Heroes were born to counter the mighty demons.
A single Named Hero facing one hundred monsters of the same tier would not falter in the slightest.
But becoming a Hero with a bestowed name was no easy feat. One needed outrageous luck and relentless grinding—except in one case. That exception was Vieya herself.
Even among Heroes, there were vast differences. Back when Vieya was still the number one Hero in the world, the Hero ranked second, a peerless grind-king, could not even withstand a single move from her.
Remembering it all, Vieya was filled with emotion.
After having these things crafted, she never actually used them. Monsters too weak—she killed them with a flick. Monsters too strong—she had no chance to use them. At the Demon King tier, battles were fought with powers clashing head-on; you might not even touch your opponent’s true wrist before everything was obliterated by the Great Way.
So those things were tossed in a corner, gathering dust.
That was why these costly creations became extinct. The few Vieya had left behind ended up as collectibles in various Tribunals.
“Never thought I’d get to experience them like this.”
Vieya felt a little bitter. It was like a childhood paper airplane coming back into her hand—by crashing.
“What’s wrong, big sister? The Hero and the Chief both had matters to attend to, they’ve gone out to suppress the chaos, so they left me alone to keep you company... Hm, are you upset because you feel neglected?”
Hua Shiyu’s cherry-pink eyes glimmered with the slyness of a little fox. She bit her fingernail, looked up at Vieya, and spoke with a tone of lament:
“What shall I do? Looks like my charm still isn’t as great as the Hero and the Chief～”
“You talk too much,” said Vieya.
“......”
The pink-haired shorty, struck straight through the heart, only grew more energetic. “Big sister, you’re not still blaming me, are you?”
Pouting pitifully, Hua Shiyu went on, “If I hadn’t bumped into you, big sister wouldn’t have been caught. If you weren’t caught, your spy identity wouldn’t have been exposed. Don’t you agree?”
“Where do you plan on taking me?” Vieya ignored her chatter, asking calmly instead.
“Eh?”
Faced with Vieya not taking the bait at all, Hua Shiyu pursed her lips in frustration and snapped irritably: ƒrēewebnovel.com
“Of course spies get thrown into prison.”
“I’m not a spy,” Vieya denied flatly.
“Of course I believe you’re not a spy, big sister...” Hua Shiyu sighed, looking a little hurt. “But the law doesn’t believe it, and I can’t do anything about that.”
“Do you plan to torture me?” Vieya unexpectedly halted her steps. Her hands, bound by the shackles, hung together before her abdomen. She lowered her head slightly to look at the pink-haired shorty leading her forward.
And at the row of Tribunal knights following behind.
Though she appeared every bit the prisoner, Vieya’s eyes held perfect composure.
At her lips curled a playful smile.
“By the way, how did you notice something was off about me? I had confidence in my disguise, you know.”
“Ah...?! Big sister?”
Hua Shiyu swallowed a nonexistent gulp. “Are you admitting you’re a spy?”
Vieya only smiled, silent.
Thrown off balance by Vieya’s sudden self-incriminating act, the pink-haired shorty wavered in confidence. She waved her hand to halt the Tribunal knights following behind, then tilted her head up to look at Vieya, who stood nearly a head taller than her.
Two slimes, and Hua Shiyu secretly despised her. What good was being tall?
Hmph.
The bigger the slime, the nastier the person!
She wanted to ram into her again, collapse her, squash her smaller! Hua Shiyu thought viciously, though her pink eyes dripped with honeyed sweetness as she looked up at Vieya, her voice sugar-coated:
“Big sister～so you really are a baddie? The Chief and the Hero who split up with me just now, were they tricked by you?”
“Unfortunately...”
Vieya spoke, stepping slowly back against the light, tilting her face upward. Her flawless features under the sun looked like the descent of an angel, carving a breathtaking sight into the hearts of all present.
The corridor fell silent.
“...Congratulations, you got it right.”
Vieya said, casting a scornful glance at the suddenly pale Hua Shiyu, smiling as she whispered, “Little—sis—ter.”
