C2: The Elvish beauty I met in the Woods

[You have unlocked the Elemental Skill of 1st Grade Water Manipulation]

"What?"

The water that had been manipulated instantly dropped down back to the river, splashing the water up to Alan's face. "Shit..." he wiped his face from the edge of his shadow cloak.

"I don't even like water manipulation... How much luck do I have?" The boy asked himself, jumping from rock to rock towards the river bank.

For a moment, it reminded him of the old days at Telor. A mage named Windmir came to him and invited him to a dual. He was the reason he hated water manipulation so much. He had such a hard time battling the guy that it even took half of his time spent with Princess Iris, in bed.

The river was not as wide as the main rivers he had seen in his many journeys... But it was quiet. At least quite for a village such as Hysteria.

"Green Lights," a butterfly species that fly about in the trees and lives among the elves. If you follow these butterflies, you can find elves for sure.

"Hmm... Green Lights there, and there." He spotted quite a few fluttering above the tall trees. Only these species of butterflies could fly at such a height... So they are easily spotted.

As he slowly paced through the forest filled with large trees and bushes, he found himself a trail of Green Lights. "Aha! Gotcha!" The boy uttered as he hurried along the trail of butterflies.

He has focused on the butterflies high above; he even forgot to look down when he walked. And a minute later, CRACK! He stepped on an old stick that was rusting away.

The sound of the simple crack roared through the dead silent forest.

"Fuck..." he cursed under his breath. It silenced the forest even more than it did before. Now that he was all ears to the sounds coming from the forest, he knew one thing.

There was someone who watched him. As a King who had survived for centuries, he would know if someone was following him or not.

"Come out... You scum! I am ready to face your foolishness," the king — the boy blurted out. Well, it was his usual line... Why wouldn't he use it now?

"Scum? That's harsh... Coming from a handsome beggar like you, darling."

Just by hearing the voice, he could imagine the shape of her fine body. Thighs thick as ever, breasts plump as well-cooked marshmallows... But a hole that had not faced the spear of manhood. Or was has his refined tastes rusted? You'll never know until you get her to bed.

'Wait... I'm losing control here.' Alan finally came to his senses. 'I don't have the power... Fuck, I'm probably weaker than a woman!' The boy told himself.

"Now, now... No need to get angry. I know that you're weaker than me, darling. I don't even know why you were hired by Telor," the woman said.

'Hired by Telor? What the fuck is she talking about!? Of course, my knights won't hire a bastard of a null level like this!' The boy was outraged... Because of the true loyalty, he had deep in his heart.

"Show yourself! And what do you have against the Throne!?" Alan questioned her out of curiosity. He hadn't even seen the woman yet... But he could sense a powerful aura coming from whoever was near. "Show yourself! Only a legend would have such mana as yours! Who are you!?"

"Only a legend?"

The voice came from right in front of him. "Ugh!?" Alan stepped back, frightened. "Where are you — Oh ho ho! The invisible cloak!"

The woman pulled down the hood of the cloak and she appeared in front of him. The invisible cloak... A tool of a thief. But the woman herself was one hell of a beauty.

He could remember the other day... A case of an invisible cloak being stolen from the collection of the great Rivalt's house. And this was the answer... But the girl...

Fair as an angel, tall, thick thighs, white short hair, pink eyes and two breasts in the size of an average woman and long pointy ears. Fine woman for a weekend... But can he do her in this form?

Despite the cute look in her appearance... That face was nothing compared to the body. That face... It speaks of something devilish. Seductive to its utmost. Utterly sadistic.

"Oh..." an astonished moan escaped her dirty mouth. "You can sense me, huh? Only a legend would sense a legend's mana... And just who are you? If you're not working under the throne... Where could you possibly meet another Legend?" The seductive-looking elven girl questioned him.

[Level 750: Rank Legend]

'Ha... I forgot... The trait of a non-leveler. These puny bastards can see the level of a person just by looking at their faces!'

Beside the elven girl's face, there was her level and rank. He could see it in front of him.

"Now... Shall we start talking then?" The girl asked as she pulled out one of her hands, which was hidden under the cloak, and summoned a magical red orb on top of her palm.

The orb sucked all the air around it and grew by inches. Alan knew those orbs. That spell is called "Orbit."

No one knows the effect of an orbit. One can use it for healing, destruction, and even some unknown magic used by dark mages. But Alan knew one thing... The magic that appeared in crimson red is bad.

The elvish beauty's smirk turned into a vicious grin. Alan couldn't do anything but sweat. "Uh... I don't know much." Alan said. There was no benefit of hiding the truth from this elf... So he decided to come clean.

"I transmigrated... And lost all my memories of my past life... Except for some memories that flash in my head from time to time." He was quite the storyteller in his previous life. Coming up with this lie was nothing for him.

"Eh?!" The woman looked outrageous. "Transmigrated!? Oh..." suddenly, she got an idea. With a smirk, she questioned him once more. "Is there any possibility that the one who lived in your past life... Is associated with Telor?"

"Ugh..." Alan was lost. He didn't know what to say to her. The woman's smile turned to a malicious grin once more.

"You're coming with me... If I don't have any use of you... I might sell you off as a body pillow for my step-sister! AHAHAHA!"

"Wha —" before Alan knew it... The magical orb in the woman's hand blasted towards his face. "Oii!"

Boom! He flew towards a tree and banged his head on the tree trunk, knocking himself out right away.

The elven woman came closer to him and stood there, wrapped in her black cloak, hiding the beautiful sculpture of humanity, underneath.

She leaned down and looked at the unconscious boy. "You truly are... Handsome..." the girl whispered underneath her breath, touching his face.

Suddenly, her face turned red. "Wha - I'm never falling for a lowly human like him!" The woman instantly stood up.

"Now... Where should I take you?"

The village of Hysteria was just outside the forest, and that's where she lived. For so long, she had been hiding from the knights of Telor, even though she was right under their noses.

And the best place that came up to her mind was non-other than the sadist's house itself. Winry's house!

"Let's hope Winry won't dominate you right away..." Elijah sighed, picking up the unconscious boy.