C9: Doubtful little sister,

Elijah announced the end of the meeting and everyone scattered away to their rooms. None of them quite had an idea of what they were going to do now... Even Elijah did not have a clear idea of what they were going to do.

Winry and Alan sat near a table, helping themselves to some food. Alan hasn't tasted food like this in ages. He always had a wonderful feast when he was a king... But decades ago, he did eat like a monster inside dirty and dark inns, on long nights.

It took Alan some time to figure out that Elijah was a leader, not just a member. Besides, that Aether guy called her 'Captain Leaf.'

"Winry... What is the name Elijah is famous with?" Alan asked the little sister. "Oh, she's called The Leaf of the Wind. Many humans call her that actually... or the commoners who are not associated with this organization." She answered.

'Fuck me!' Alan cursed to himself. The Leaf of the Wind. He could recall this one from his past life. The one who Rivalt was always going on about. Alan didn't know that she had such power. She had taken down half of the knights in Telor who were put in charge of defending the carriage of Princess Silvia.

"Jesus! Your sister is quite famous!" Alan muttered to erase the suspicions away from the sister.

"Yes, she is!" She jabbered, smiling cutely. But seconds later, her mood changed and seemed to be frowning slightly, once more.

"Any problem, Winry?" Alan asked out of curiosity.

"No... It's just that..." she scratched her head and looked at Alan's eyes. The boy's eyes did not seem like a man who's about to betray them, but... she hid the truth from her sister.

"I'll... I think I need some sleep."

She wasn't ready to ask it from him yet. At least not here. But even that guy saw the orbit turning yellow... So she knew that he had some faith in her of keeping the secret from his sister.

After finishing their dinner, Winry asked something from Alan.

"Alan... Right?"

"Yes."

"Can we take a walk outside... It's almost midnight. The skies are clear so the nightmares had returned to the shadows... Are you ok if you slept a bit late today?" Her cheeks went red as she asked this.

Alan couldn't say no, so he agreed with her.

They went out in the same way they came in. The two of them sat in the chair they appeared in and flipped the coin that was lying on the tool in front of them and they appeared in a place with little space, but it wasn't the chairs in front of the bartender.

"Wha —" before Alan could move a little, Winry tripped and fell onto him. Alan fell too and hit his head on the light wood that covered them.

"Ahh! I'm sorry! So sorry!" Winry yelled as she tried to get up. Her large breasts juggled as she struggled to stand. Her legs were spread wide and she was sitting on Alan's lap, face first.

Alan felt a little heated after some time. It had been a day since he was reborn... So he hadn't felt the heat all day long since the other night until the little sister sat on his lap.

She instantly got up, blushing. Then, she pushed through the wooden door in front of them, opening the box; which was technically a cupboard.

"I'm... Sorry." Winry apologized once more. "Haha... No need to be sorry," Alan whispered to her.

She blushed even more. "Now then... Why did you need to come outside?" Alan asked her.

"Let's go out first."

The two walked out of the darkroom and appeared through a door from the back of the bar. The drunk people had settled down. All of them were either engaged in some dark whispers or sleeping tight on their tables.

Winry let go of the chain and grabbed Alan from his hand. "Come..." she said as she took him out of the bar.

Alan smirked as he felt her soft touch on his cuffed hands. 'A fine girl indeed. Maybe I'll share a bed with her soon...' he thought as his smirk slowly turned into a wild grin.

The two of them stepped out of the inn into the night streets. Before they stepped out, Alan checked the hourglass that was on the bartender's table. It was midnight indeed.

The night was silent, but the whispers of the nightmares still echoed in the air. It made a chill run up on everyone's spines.

Alan looked up at the seeming sky that spread far and wide. There were millions of stars shining and some silhouettes cut through the air like eagles. But when their shadows fell upon the village, one would notice that they were not birds... But dragons.

"Moon-seekers," Alan muttered as he saw the dragons soaring through the clear skies.

Winry looked up at Alan and was utterly astonished. "Moon-seekers indeed... But how'd you known? I hardly see them in these parts." She asked, dumbfounded.

"I have my fair share of knowledge about the world... Explored many lands, ya know," Alan said.

Suddenly, Winry became silent. He did not see any reason for her to be like that. Then again, he remembered the moment. She knew that he lied... That's what this was about!

"Alan..." she finally managed to mutter to him. "Can you tell me... Who you really were in your previous life?"

She raised the wand that was in her pockets and created 2 light blue orbits. The ones that represented feelings.

"Tell me... The truth."

Alan stared into her eyes. What can he do now? Should he really tell her the truth? What should he really do now? The king was confused.

He closed his eyes and stepped back.

"Are you sure... You're a darling little flower. Plus... I do need to bring justice for something, but if you dig the truth... You might just kill me right here, right now."

Winry shook her head. "I won't... I am the person my mother and father wanted me to be. Their cute and little girl who picked up the wild berries every day... Their cute little girl who just wanted to make her wonderful pie for them to taste..." she said.

The moonlight shone through the tears that filled her eyes. "Please... Tell me the truth..."

Alan sighed. He remembered the order now. The order that he gave... To murder a certain elf named Rayworth.

Then, he turned to the girl and smiled sweetly at the girl. "Winry... Do you remember the day your parents died? Day of the Crescent Crown. That day, the elves ran through the streets with the bloomberg petals filling the air. That day... The nights ravaged the houses searching for an elf who murdered..." Alan paused to take a deep breath. He couldn't honestly spill it out straight away.

...one prince that loved the elves more than anything. He was on a hidden mission... To give this village honor. And then... An elf murdered him. Only now do I recall the moment... When I saw your face in tears. You are just like him, Winry Rayworth."