C3: The Woodland Foxes...

The stairs made from the old and damp wood creaked just as it did from the day her mother and father was taken away from the village. Elijah Rayworth placed the boy she was carrying, down by the steps of the staircase.

"Haa... What a day..." she yawned and rubbed the boredom out of her eyes. And after a long yawn... the usual scenes happened.

"WINRY!!!! Where the fuck are you!? Haven't I told you to keep the door shut! God! What the hell!" The elven girl roared out.

And a few seconds later, a faint response came. "....Big sister? Is that you?" A silhouette of a quite small figureappeared on the top floor.

"I've been working all day long and this is what you do!? Sleep all day!Shameless sister!? Get your ass down here and help me get this guy tied up!" Elijah yelled from the top of her lungs.

Her facial beauty was merely not made for screams such as that... But from the way she acted... That was a whole other thing.

"Eh!? A boy..." suddenly, the figure standing at the peak of the staircase sounded a bit hectic. "A BOY!"

A beautiful elf not second to her sister; came dashing down the stairs. She was quite short, almost as Alan was, but her body was something else.

She had white hair just like her sister and she was wearing a quite short black dress with short sleeves that couldn't even fit her enormous breasts. They were juggling right in the open.

"Aghhh!" The girl looked at Alan as if she had gotten everything she had ever wished for.

"Oi!" Elijah pulled out her hand and stopped her little sister midway before she could jump onto the intruder. "That there... Is scum from Telor..."

"Scum from Telor..."

"Scum from Telor..."

"Scum from Telor..." the words echoed in the King's mind. It was resounding on his head and it was the most disgraceful words he'd heard.

"AGGHH!!! Scum from Telor! How dare you!" The unconscious boy suddenly woke up and yelled out with a roaring pride. Never before had he heard, someone, addressing him... "Scum."

"AGHHH!! He's awake!" The big sister yelled out as she lifted her foot to kick him on the head. And the moment she did so, her nice and short skirt lifted and revealed her sweet panties beneath.

"Oh..." but before Alan could enjoy the moment for a little, a wild kick landed on his face, knocking him out instantly.

The boy was unconscious again. Winry was now scared of her big sister, even more than she was of the boy who just got his lights out.

Her sister slowly turned her head and those eyes were not of a human... But a demon. Raging with fire. Winry could not see it but she could feel it, the fear devouring her.

"What are you looking at, you little... TIE HIM UP!" The big sister roared out, pointing a finger at the unconscious boy... Who was dripping blood from his nose now.

"Okay! Okay!"

-

That was the second time he was shamelessly defeated by a lower leveled woman in this life... Moreover, it was within a single day.

"Huh... He doesn't have any memories except for the ones for today? How extraordinary!" A loud voice echoed in Alan's ears. This devilish voice was something he could never forget.

It was that sexy elf.

"Yes, sister. That's all the memories he has. It is extraordinary..." there was another voice, sweet, gentle, and soft; one may call it cute.

'Is that the girl with big boobs I saw before?' Alan instantly started to wonder about this in his half-unconscious state.

"Oh... Sister... He's waking up," the little sister gazed at Alan.

Alan blinked lightly and slowly opened his eyes. "Uh... What happened? I want to go back. I want to —"

"Bastard! Shut up! You scum who works under the throne! What do you need with us! Or did they have no need from such low level like you that they erased your memories and pushed you into a river?!" The woman asked from him, giving him a sharp slap that printed her hand on his face.

'Huh... Quite a possibility. I'll just get along then." Alan thought. "Uhh... I can't remember. How many times do I have to tell you!? I can't remember!!" Alan yelled. His performance was going quite well.

"Sister! See... He seems to be a truthful guy. After all... I couldn't see anything inside his memories, maybe he is what he says. Transmigrated..." the little sister spoke for the innocent king who was been bullied by two elven sisters.

"Thank you," finally, there was someone who talked for Alan's side.

"Guys... I still don't understand. Someone, please explain who you are... And why am I taken as a prisoner? What in the name of hell do you have against the goddamn crown!"

The two sisters went silent.

Alan looked at them both. He finally managed to get a good look at the place he was in. It was quite a dark room, but precisely a bedroom. A lamp hung over from the wooden planks that were used as the ceilings and a rat or two would scramble along the walls from time to time.

And his legs and arms were tied up to the very bed he was lying on. It almost felt like he was been abused by some sadists.

"Uh... Please! Someone come up with a logical explanation for this!" The king declared once more.

The sisters looked at each other.

Elijah: "Our parents were killed by the knights..."

Winry: "We're part of the Woodland Foxes..."

The sisters suddenly looked at each other, both of them astonished by the words that came out of of their own mouths.

Elijah: "Why the fuck are you revealing our true identities to him you idiot!?" The girl screamed out with her usual devilish look.

Winry: "You had to bring that up again! Why!? Why sister!!" Winry started to cry like a baby, tears running down from her cheeks like rivers.

However, Alan had a change of mood too. His jaw was dropped long enough to hit his lap. "Mmm - mmm mm..." his voice trembled as the sisters kept yelling at each other.

"Br... brbrebr..." he was too scared to speak. Not because their parents were murdered by the crown, but because they were part of "The Woodland Foxes..."

His heart skipped a beat. His fear was making his voice tremble. For, the Woodland Foxes weren't just some people who had been playing with the crown. They were a serious alliance that stood against every higher up that bowed to the throne. And to think that these little girls were... Part of that ravenous group of assassins.