"Sire Johnwin…" as the woman who was looking at me with an intensive stare.

"Johnwin? Johnwin, who? Who in the hell is Johnwin?" I asked and I stuttered.

"Your name is Johnwin Clauses, am I correct? Is that supposed to be your name, is it not? Sire?" she clarified, as I later lowered my distress in a massive hysteria.

"Oh? Oh yeah. Yes, I am." I answered with a tad stammer.

A month ago before the Ruby jubilee of the school. 'University of Inglovian Occidental'. And also the prior moment of our meeting at the memorable cove. The gust was sharp and the breeze had surely been cold and damp. The gal whom I am referring to was Lady Anda. I didn't know what social standing she was before meeting her up closely. At the moment and at the kiosk, she said in her nation - Kehina is where she rules the people of her ethnic race thus claiming her to be a royalty or an aristocrat.

"I have come in peace. Once again. To resolve anything or some friction has had misled upon us." I knock, I visit thrice, as I speak in a valiant manner, entering the chamber.

He looks at me with a death stare. He does even not bother to wave at me or say something to capture my attention. I would assume that he yet does not cope up with the excruciating reality entailed upon him. I neither do matter at first nor give a damn about what he stated unto me. He lashed out against me via how spiteful and fiery his words and his tongue, respectively; and by human… or in general, by mortal nature, it's my responsibility to oblige protecting myself. I may be an orcish-elven mixed but I know for sure, I do want not to get myself in trouble and by not sufficiently defending my welfare.

"Hey, halfing. Isn't it supposed to be your call time? It is dusk as of now." he calls me with a derogatory tone when saying the word: 'halfling' and of course, it ticks a 'lil bit.

"Let's not get ahead of ourselves, Lord Aisla. Skipping a meal won't hurt much for my diet, as per usual my well-being. What the matter is that our brotherhood is in shambles. Don't you seem to understand now?" I respond, in the second motion.

I admit I've gone so hostile. I have never been aggressive since Lord Aisla prompted. I might be lying to myself if I am tolerating this to happen but I've had enough of his skepticism about me and my capabilities. He questions every decision I make. He stands in my way of doing beneficial things for Kehina and outrightly vetoes it. The past month before the wedding between Lady Anda and Lord Guan, he interfered in most cases that I've gone to.

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"West Burgraviate. Failed. Repatriation affairs. Failed. How can I put my confidence in you, Lord Geoff? If every judgment that you make, every move that you make, all seems to go awry?" as his skepticism goes to a higher degree, he asks, questioning once more the sequence of my decisions in the past and as of the recent.

"Most of them were compromised because of the budget cuts that we're encountering and before during this tempestuous moment, Kehina was still in surplus." as I implicitly base on the fund and expenditure of the military.

"Are you looking for compensation, Lord Geoff?" he notices the tone of my voice, mainly on how he responds to my call.

He shoves his quilt over his bed as it transposes all of his anger for replying to my vindicated response. I pick the warmer and give it to him. In just a spurt of a second, he shifts into a polite gentleman where he says: that he is very grateful… despite the awkwardness ensued, his face changes mood afterwards.

"You're welcome." as per retorting to his response, nodding, I say.

I clear my throat to restart the discussion: "Well, it doesn't matter if I am looking for a compensation because I know any paybacks might be repaid in the future - sooner or later." moreover, using his argument and throwing back at him. I still can't forgive him labeling me out and how racism he reflects upon the prior.

"Stay out of my ventures for a while, Lord Geoff." as he turns meek.

"As of lately, since the outbreak of the war. You've been intervening in each of the cabinets that you ought not to handle. And members of at least each sector are getting tired of your so-called divine intervention." he finishes, as he emits all of the transgressions he might be holding it for himself.

"I see." I wonder.

"But I never refer to myself like a god. I admit that I will not supplant the name of the faith. I am not the next big thing... the next of Lady Welicia." adding, as I continue to think about it.

I place my hand on heart, beckoning: "It seems that you... I mean 'you' have had misunderstood the planning and all... I don't seek to procure such renown and prestige for the sake of publicity. Because in the end, I am blessed with it as a noble. An aristrocrat of the Hagan Clan and from Haganopolis. My intentions are vivid as a water. It is for the best of the interests of both Kehina and Haganopolis to retain the the status quo. Haganopolis, my son who is sitting at the throne, gives us the advantage that we might need in the future. Without them, Kehina may fall. And despite of how apt you are, General. With all due respect, you can not handle them alone." as I give him a content wrapped in a cloth fasten with precision and then I leave the chamber afterwards when I hurt my throat and desalivate all of my liquid in my mouth.

Farewell, Marshal. May the favors of the gods bestow upon you.