Chapter 475: Sisters' Competition

"Hahaha—Everyone's saying you made a mage pass out from sheer verbal abuse during the Silvermoon Council. Is that true?"

Alaric had just returned from the Silvermoon Council to the Windrunner residence in Silvermoon City when he was immediately caught by the Windrunner sisters. 

Sylvanas, abandoning her usual commanding demeanor, rushed up to him excitedly, grabbing his arm as she pressed for details.

Even Alleria, the eldest sister, looked at him with great interest.

Bad news travels fast, huh?

"Yes, it's true…" Alaric admitted, casually taking advantage of Sylvanas's closeness while defending himself, "But it really wasn't my fault. 

That guy was just asking for it—spouting such irresponsible nonsense. If I didn't put him in his place, who would?"

With that, he recounted the entire incident to the sisters.

To be honest, Dark'han's typical mage-centric viewpoint had hit a sore spot for the two ranger sisters. 

Having the chance to eradicate a mortal enemy but refusing to seize it—calling it a 'waste of resources'—was already infuriating enough. 

But to then insist on hiding behind magical barriers instead of taking action? What about the sacrifices of the high elves who had already fallen? 

What about the border villages that suffered constant attacks? Even with the magical shield, stray enemies still infiltrated Quel'Thalas from time to time, tormenting the borderland citizens.

The Windrunner family had a history of devoted service, and their estate, Windrunner Village, was right on the border of Quel'Thalas—meaning they had suffered twice as much. 

Their resentment toward Dark'han's words was doubled, and upon hearing Alaric's actions, they immediately found themselves united in righteous indignation.

"Well said, little brother Sandor!" Sylvanas flashed an admiring smile at Alaric. "For someone like him, making him faint from rage was letting him off easy. 

You should've gone even harder—made him drop dead from sheer anger… But I have to say, you did a great job. That was truly satisfying."

With that, she gently released Alaric's arm.

 Before he could even lament the warmth slipping away, the Ranger-General—no, the newly appointed Ranger-General—suddenly cupped his face in her hands. 

Then, before he could react, she planted a soft, fleeting kiss on his lips.

The kiss was light as a dragonfly skimming the water—gentle yet utterly unexpected.

Before Alaric could even process what had happened, Sylvanas, quick as a cat, had already leaped back a few meters, smiling playfully at him.

Damn.

She knew exactly what she was doing.

Despite having no prior experience in flirting, Sylvanas had just managed to thoroughly fluster Alaric, a seasoned veteran in dealing with women.

Alaric absentmindedly touched his lips, still carrying the lingering warmth of the kiss. His brain momentarily short-circuited.

It was Alleria's voice that snapped him back to reality.

"Syl! Va! Nas!" Alleria was practically seething with rage.

The little brother she had carefully cherished—whom even she had been reluctant to act on—had just been stolen right under her nose by her own sister. Unforgivable!

Between sisters, everything could be shared—except for a man.

Though Alleria hadn't consciously thought of Alaric as a romantic interest, she was already dangerously close. She just hadn't realized her true feelings yet.

Even so, she instinctively resented Sylvanas for this transgression.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Alleria glared furiously at her grinning younger sister. "How could you do that to my little brother?"

"What's the big deal?" Sylvanas said nonchalantly. "Your little brother is my little brother too, isn't he? What's wrong with being a little affectionate?"

"A little affectionate?" Alleria almost laughed in disbelief. "A peck on the cheek, fine. A forehead kiss, maybe. But that was on the lips! I wouldn't even do that to Lirath!"

"Yeah, yeah…" Sylvanas waved her hand dismissively, as if her sister's complaints were nothing more than background noise. 

"Besides, it's not like he's actually your blood brother. Little Sandor really impressed me today. Honestly, I think this could go somewhere. What do you say, little Sandor?"

Alaric glanced between the two sisters—Sylvanas, who was watching him with an intense, teasing gaze, and Alleria, her delicate face flushed with indignation even as her beauty remained breathtaking.

He simply took a step back.

—I'm just here to watch. Not saying a word.

Though Alaric rarely pursued women himself, he was well-versed in handling multiple admirers at once. 

And according to the experience of a seasoned veteran, the best course of action at times like this was to sit back, sip tea, and enjoy the show—never rush to take sides.

Later, when things settled, he could go in for cleanup—whether that meant private reassurances or a well-timed line like:

"No need to fight, no need to fight."

(Wait, no—that's not the line.)

Meanwhile, Alleria was left utterly speechless. Her sister's shamelessly blatant intentions regarding her 'little brother' left her momentarily stunned.

"You… How could you… How could you do this…?"

"Oh, come on. What's the problem? You just see him as a little brother, right?" Sylvanas tilted her head, flashing a mischievous smile.

In that moment, she almost looked like a playful young girl. "Honestly, this is kind of nice too, isn't it? We're all family, after all."

Her words were the final straw.

Alleria's expression darkened in an almost tragic frustration. 

She had assumed Sylvanas was only intrigued by that human ranger, but she never expected her sister to switch targets so quickly—and like a hungry wolf, no less!

Oh, how she regretted ever introducing him to her troublesome younger sister…

Side note:

By this point, Nathanos and Sylvanas had never even had the chance to develop their bond. Thanks to Alaric's actions, Nathanos had instead become his devoted admirer. 

Currently, he had followed Alaric back to Lordaeron, determined to fight the orcs. 

With Alaric's recommendation, Nathanos had even become an archery instructor in Lordaeron's army—setting his path firmly on the human side.

In short, he was completely out of the picture, leaving Alaric as the new focus of the Windrunner sisters.

And thus, the sisters were on the verge of turning against each other over Alaric.

Originally, neither had viewed him as anything more than a brother or a friend. 

Alleria had simply cherished him as a cute younger companion, drawn to his brilliance like one would admire a beautiful painting. 

Sylvanas, on the other hand, had started out teasing him for fun and competing with her sister, only to find herself genuinely intrigued by this peculiar human.

But alas, their rivalry had turned this relationship into something far more complicated.

For the next several days, the sisters waged a private war—one that consisted of:

A kiss here, a lingering touch there… A casual embrace, followed by a flirtatious whisper…

Alaric found himself caught in the middle—both suffering and enjoying the experience.

Truly, a woman's jealousy is terrifying—especially when it involves the Windrunner sisters.

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