C5: The Slave of Elves

"Oi! Oi! Wake up! We're going! If you want to rot here... Keep sleeping!" The elven woman's voice echoed in Alan's head. He felt something pressing against his chest.

He slowly opened his eyes and saw the image of the lady standing in front of him.

Her foot was placed on his chest, clearly to show him disrespect. "Sister! Please... Let him go! Please..." Winry pushed her big sister back and gave a hand to Alan.

Alan's head had been bashed three times now. He caressed his head and grabbed Winry's hand to get up. And a moment later, his memories returned.

"Agh!" The guy yelled and jumped back, looking down to see if there are any clothes on him. Somehow, he was wearing a white shirt and some leather pants.

Winry smiled at him and said; "We got you some clothes, don't worry!" She looked like she had gotten everything she wanted.

"Oh..." The expression on Winry's face was making him feel uneasy. It was just too... Suspicious. "Thank you for that... Since I was transmigrated, I did not have any clothes on," Alan explained the situation to them.

The devilish big sister had finally calmed down and it looked like she was finally over with the torturing.

Alan took a look around. He was in a wooden house, almost as old as his grandmother's house which was 500 years old.

There were only 2 or 3 lanterns hung over the walls for illumination. He felt something tight stuck to his arms. And when he looked down, he was in cuffs.

"Oh shit... I have to follow you in these? What a fucking disgrace!" Alan yelled, outraged.

"Bastard! Shut up if you don't want to die..." Elijah threatened him, and lifted her hand, revealing the chain connected to his neck.

And only then Alan noticed... The metal strap around his neck. He was like a slave. 'Aghh.... I'll get my revenge for this, elf!' Alan thought.

However, Elijah did not completely suspect him now. But she did want that information about the crown, so she had no intention of letting him go.

"Come on then, let's go out." Elijah pulled the chain and dragged Alan to the door.

Then, they left the house, heading out into the village.

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Hysteria was one of the most peaceful places he had ever been to. But it had been so many years that he had even forgotten the beauty of it.

"Haha! Play with me Roo!"

"No! I don't want to play with you! My only love is the Night elf!"

Two children were playing in the village. And from what they said, Alan could understand the situation. The Night Elf was one of the main leaders of the Woodland Foxes.

The village was quite large and there were quite an amount of elves in the village, running around.

But the spotlight of the village now was not the true beauty of nature. It was the two girls dragging a handsome man along the village... By a chain.

"Oh my God... What is happening there."

"Eh? Is that man that much lowly..."

"Aren't those the Rayworth sisters? I didn't know they had such a sadistic preference..."

The whispers went by. Elijah was burning from the inside but she managed to keep the anger to herself. 'Only if you knew who the Green Leaf Assassin was...' she thought.

The Green Leaf assassin was the name she was popular with, but no one ever knew the true person behind that cloak.

Alan kept looking down because he did not want to look at the people of a lower status looking down on a king like him. "Tch! Fuck this..." he cursed under his breath.

He looked back at Winry who was slowly following him. She looked a little worried. Alan owed her one for saving him back there. Otherwise, the torturing wouldn't have ended.

"You two... What in the name of bloody Argoth is this?" Two knights came to see the boy in chains. Their shining metal armors and spears stroke fear to the common villagers, but not for the three in the middle.

"Elven girl, what is your business with him? And why is he in chains? He's human, higher than the likes of you elves!" One of the knights growled.

Elijah slowly stepped back and whispered something to Alan.

"...you go along with this... Or we're killing both you and these motherfuckers..." the devil sister intimidated Alan.

Alan sighed and looked up at the two knights. They were wearing the badge of Rylor, the nearest castle to this village. Alan couldn't even remember which one of his sons ruled that castle.

"He... Is my slave." The big sister declared. Alan sighed once more, shaking his head in disgrace. "We own him! We do what we want with him!"

The guards raised their eyebrows at her. "Eh!? Young boy! Are these two telling the truth!?" The guards questioned Alan.

Shamelessly, he answered them, "Yes... They are my masters. I do what they want. Please... Let us go in peace. I am a virgin who cannot level up... So no one liked me. There was no choice but to go with these elves."

"BWAHAHA!" The two knights cackled. "You shameless punk... Well, humans have the freedom to act according to their own will when they choose partners... Hope you'll be doing good with these scum, kid!"

'What a disgrace! These bastards... Meddling with these punks aren't going to give me the crown anyway...'

"Hey!" Elijah pulled the chain and made him look at her. "Good act... But I don't like the virgin part..." the woman said. After that incident, they continued walking.

"Well... Can you at least tell me where we are going?" The boy asked Elijah. "Where we are going? Well... We're going to our hideout. The hideout in Hysteria."

"Oh..." this thing was getting a little more interesting for Alan. He did not know that he would get a chance to see this hideout...

The two in the front got along a little. However, the one in the back didn't.

Winry was carrying a heavy bargain. She hid the secret of the young boy and did not tell her sister about it. That was scaring her... Though the boy was acting quite normal.

She needed to ask from the boy himself. But did not see any chances to do so. "Winry! Keep up!" The big sister yelled from the front.

"Okay, sister!"

The sun was slowly prowling under the mountains of the west. The crowd in the streets was slowly decreasing by numbers and the night was approaching.

And in Argoth... The nights are the most dangerous ones. For, all the nightmares crawled up only in the nights. And only true fighters could survive the nightmares of the night.