As the rooster trills, as I also wake up. Lessons and lectures will be up ahead - the next two days. Ha! Normally, most of the freshmen should be here now. Out of six beds, I am the initial one who settled here first. Five of the personal bunk beds and tiny wardrobe that looks like a chest are still unoccupied. Since the university dorm offers a double-decked bed, there are three of them - thus, I settle the lower bunk across the window pane. And it means that until tomorrow I will solo this room.

From this point onward, I find the arrangement of the room is far too spacious than whatever I imagined. Two latrines, cubicle-size. One lavatory and there is a mirror too. A big ass mirror that could fit from head below until the lower torso. Well, I don’t know about dwarves and giants though. I am basically estimating the measurements with my body. And also Lord Sevesters told me that the free unclaimed area in the middle is called a ‘mini-sala’.

By words of Lord Sevesters, quoting: “You know, Clef. Such wonders we have never discovered before. By the likes of these: we have never thought that whether it is how cramped or spacious the area is, how we called them ‘savages’. In fact, they are all more well-organized than we are. We have just assumed that the space between is an ‘alley’ or an ‘aisle’. But, you and I, we Inglovians, are all damn wrong!” as I imitate his mood and tone in an enthusiastic fashion.

Tears are welling in my eyes, I imagine how hilarious the way he moved and the way he explained things that I couldn’t care of. Damn. I wish I could see Lord Sevesters do that once again. For all it matters, I didn’t catch his words, as I distracted to his hocus pocus while he was explaining; waving around his hands, twirling his body, posing in rather that a normal individual couldn’t do, and the cream of the crop is where he did some splitting and running during mid-air. I think that is a ballet move, I wager.

I sigh: “And just for the ‘sala’-thingy, he was frolicking before me or he was just behaving like an idiot.” as I somewhat am satisfied, recalling what occurred last night yesterday.

“I guess to reason it out that all the intellect are crazy.” adding, as I also question myself of this doubt. Well, I assume ‘crazy’ is a harsh word - let us just say that they have their own worlds running in their heads, how they would operate like gods of their own universe. Fancy.

“Clef, are you there?!?” as a voice coming from the other side and follows it three thuds on the knob knocker, crying. As I am cut short by the shout from outside.

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“That must be Lord Sevesters, of all people.” then I realize, adding some to my thoughts, “Is Lord Sevesters a morning person? Well, I always knew that nobility and royalty don’t wake up until afternoon.” assuming my first hand experience with Lady Anda. Therefore, it means that the aristocracy is also guilty of this kind of lifestyle.

“Coming… !” I shout, whereas I hear the knob is starting to roll counterclockwise - Lord Sevesters must have heard outside: ‘Come in’. Whereas he is trying to get inside of the room.

The door is still locked and of course, Lord Sevesters may have thought that I am playing a prank on him. He keeps knocking on the door in a continuous gentle thud. As he is trying to summon me by calling my name in a low voice.

“Yes, I’m coming right away, Lord Sevesters.” I answer in a responding shout.

I open up the door ajar for Lord Sevesters, replying: “Are you not so damn early, Lord Sevesters? I barely had a serious sleep last night.” as I protest, as it pertains that my body is still coping up with the new environment.

In my mind, it would be kind of rude if I am going to just bugger him off since Lord Sevesters bothers himself to go to such lengths in visiting me. He comes here to bother me, as it seems so. I know. I know. He is my patron,… well, a relative to my patron, that is. But does he know what is a personal space or a private time? No need to be a genius to know this - he is kind of annoying me as of now.

As Lord Sevesters ‘the Harry’ comes up with an answer to reply to me, saying: “Come…” with just that one line - I don’t know what he is talking about.

“Yeah… ?” a half-baked ass reply, I just spout obliviously out of my mind.

Well, I am still inside of my room. It is whether to invite Lord Sevesters to go inside or me personally going to confront him at the doorstep. I am still divided, which is which. A part of me wants me to do that contrast, which is catering myself to Lord Sevesters while I suffer due to stress. And my gut implies that I ignore him - literally, shut the door but that sounds so harsh and rude since he is part of the family whom I am serving to. So, technically, he is my patron too. Though, a younger master. And still, I call him ‘lord’, which states he is rather older than me. I guess I will leave that for the time being. We are not that close yet thus I won’t be asking such more personal or rather,... confidential information about himself.

“So, where are we going, Lord Sevesters?” asking, I step out of the room, and of course, it is not so enthusiastic - it is quite a bit of distressing, actually.

There is a huge smile cast upon his face. I clearly don’t know what he is planning to do. With that connotation, it gives me a creep - the vibrant atmosphere turns into an eerie concern.

“Just follow me. We have something to do.”