The System Sent Me to Breed an All-Female Amazon Tribe-Chapter 222: Zerubabel and Armageddon—Two Magical GirlsMen?

Chapter 222: Zerubabel and Armageddon—Two Magical GirlsMen?

I haven’t seen... wait, I have seen some girls among the fairies who were biologically male, or something like that; subtle features, graceful builds, but seriously presenting as feminine.

Were these two more of those types?

I don’t think so, from the names Isabelle called. They sounded distinctly masculine.

[Zerubabel! Armageddon!]

Yeah, those must be titans themselves.

These Titan Borns just got into one hot mess.

For these Zerubabel and family to have been held back until now, kept in reserve while the rest of the fairies fought tooth and nail, they must be absolute trump cards.

The kind of hidden power you only unleash when everything else has failed and the situation is truly desperate.

"Are they really stronger than even Clay?" I asked her again, still trying to wrap my head around the idea of anyone outclassing that small death angel in raw destructive output.

Isabelle smiled smugly, the corners of her mouth curling upward with quiet pride as she crossed her arms.

"Those powerful men are only truly matched by Her Highness when they are fully unleashed. But since they are hard to control in that state, their presentable power is slightly higher than Tesa and Tera’s combined. They’re not something we bring out lightly."

Then let’s greet those savage beasts already!

"We’re here, Big sis Bell!"

"You called for us, Big sis Bell!"

I was still craning my neck upward, scanning the sky and the distant battlefield for the twelve-feet-tall giants called Armageddon and Zerubabel, expecting these towering and hulking figures to descend like walking fortresses, when two small teenage girls suddenly flew in from the raging battle and landed lightly on the thick vine beside us.

They arrived in a flutter of pastel wings and sparkling light, touching down with graceful little hops that made their short skirts flare.

Ah, they were super cute!

Actually, they wore outfits that screamed magical girls from a fantasy world: frilly layered dresses in soft pastel pinks and blues, ribbons tied in oversized bows at the waist and neck, puffed sleeves, thigh-high stockings with lace trim, and matching cute little capes that fluttered behind them like butterfly wings.

Each held a slender, ornate magic staff topped with glowing crystal hearts and dangling ribbons—pure fantasy idol aesthetic, down to the sparkling hair accessories.

They both had clear, vivid green eyes that sparkled with excitement and a little mischief, framed by the same adorable short hairstyles: chin-length bobs with soft waves, decorated with tiny flower clips and ribbons in complementary colors.

One had a small beauty mark just under her left eye, the other under her right, giving them that perfect mirror-image twin symmetry.

But damn, those outfits were short, dangerously so.

The creamy thighs flashed shamelessly every time they shifted weight or posed, the hem of their skirts barely covering anything when the wind caught them.

They caught my perverted gaze lingering a second too long and immediately reddened, their cheeks flushing bright pink, eyes widening before darting away in embarrassed indignation.

"So, Isabelle, who are these cute young ladies?" I turned to the smug fairy beside me, unable to keep the grin off my face too.

"Eh?! How rude! We are the manliest of men you’ll ever see around!" The one with the left beauty mark yelled in that high, cute voice, puffing out her chest and pointing her staff at me accusingly.

"Yeah, what he said, you pretty lady! How can you call the great Zerubabel a woman!" The right beauty mark joined in, stomping one foot and brandishing her own staff like she was ready to cast a spell of righteous fury.

Haha, they were squirmy and fidgeting like angered little kittens—tails metaphorically lashing, faces red, threatening to stab me with those adorable staffs as I instinctively reached out to pat the nearest head in apology—

"They’re male, though."

Oho!

Isabelle’s calm words landed like a bucket of cold water.

And my soul felt suddenly drenched in immense sadness; my brows creased and furrowed deeply, an involuntary exhale escaped my mouth as my shoulders slacked forward in defeat.

The hand I’d extended froze in the air, then dropped limply to my side.

I suddenly felt like killing the Eldest Born and all her siblings right now, at any cost; like they were personally responsible for this cruel twist of misfortune that had just shattered my budding fantasy.

"Isabelle, why would you lie to me like that?" I faced her, voice flat with genuine grief.

But she was still smug, chin tilted upward with that infuriatingly confident smile as she replied.

"Zerubabel and Armageddon are one of our best fighters, and I’m the one who made it so possible, you see?"

I love your smile, Isabelle, but I’m grieving here.

Okay, it turned out my fantasy was soaked in misfortune and broken dreams.

The two magical girls I had already started mentally drafting flirt lines for—imagining cute dates, headpats, maybe some light teasing—turned out to be small boys.

Biological males like me. But what was with those curves and shape?!

My brain froze for a solid three seconds while I mourned the death of possibility. 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

Okay, back to the battle matter;

How in the world were this pair of delicate-boned, frilly-dressed teenagers going to turn the tide in a fight against apocalyptic parasite titans?

I asked Isabelle exactly that, voice still tinged with lingering disappointment.

She instructed the boys without missing a beat, her tone shifting to cool authority.

"I want you both to let her out for two minutes," Isabelle said to the eager-to-show-me-manliness twins, who immediately perked up like excited puppies. "Any further than that and she might not want to go back in. Understood?"

Who is... "her"?

"Yes, Big Sis Bell! We won’t disappoint you!" Uhm, who is Zerubabel among them again?

They looked identical except for the beauty mark placement.

"B-But you will give us a reward after we’re done, right?" The other one asked, his eyes darting nervously between Isabelle and a random bug crawling across the vine.

"Indeed. Win for Big Sis and I will give you charming masters of masculinity a kiss on the forehead!" Isabelle winked at them, her smugness now laced with playful affection.

I hope she isn’t exploiting these youngsters, was what I thought, as concern flickered through the disappointment.

Until she told me they were actually around her age.

She explained further, voice lowering slightly as though sharing a secret.

"After Roselyn killed Lady Valentine—the titan who challenged Titania some centuries ago and failed—these good men went to make sure she was truly dead... But she possessed them and has since refused to leave. So we use her occasionally like this."

Okay, I still couldn’t tell: was that exploitation?