Like what Lord Sevesters have told me: “Just follow me… we have something to do…” and I quote, then without resistance and reluctance, with my two feet - I follow the young master.
And the idiot of myself that I am - what I just respond to him, replying: “Sure. After you, then Lord Sevesters.” it is like that I don’t have a say in it anymore.
He is the master and I am the manservant. In the realm of-,… I mean, within the family of Dormitiar, that might be the case. With the suspicion that Lord Sevesters would drag me into somewhere, well, somewhere nasty, I would presume; so I raise my guard - of course, it has been a couple of minutes since we are walking in this aisle. I am really itching to find out where he is leading me up to now. After having not much of a thought, without interrupting Lord Sevesters leading into one of his traps, we turn left. And as I say it through my mind, this is some development… then, in just a few steps there is a big, huge ass door.
I don’t know where that door might lead us to, therefore, I ask Lord Sevesters, inquiring: “Lord Sevesters, what is with that huge ass door?” same as what I have thought before speaking, as I never bother to sugarcoat what I want to say.
Lord Sevesters is not looking at me directly or doesn’t bother to look at me at all. Let alone listening to what I have been saying. Just shrug my shoulders, don’t bother him once more for another word, eyes forward, follow Lord Sevesters like a drake to his mother duck, and just accept my fate as an insignificant goon walking beside Lord Sevesters. He then opens the door ajar and looks at me directly in my eyes. For I, one, do miss what he is trying to speak - in all, sense of order.
Lord Sevesters tilts his head towards the door open, speaking: “Come, take a gander inside…” and sure, without further askance, I daresay it is not a trap or some sort - I believe he wants to show me something of a significance.
“Sure, milord.” I oblige, as I peek through the inside.
“What, do you say?”
“There are people inside, milord. Food. Drink. Reveling in this morning?!? Are you certain we are under a hypnosis or some sort not at all?!?" as I am appalled, seeing such a sight.
Lord Sevesters opens the pathway further and begins to laugh, then he nudges me… he answers: “Hahaha… come, let us take breakfast.” guiding me towards the counter.
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And to be honest, I am not sure what I am supposed to do out here since back in the kingdom, the food is served on the table. And as for the food that has been placed, it is a given thought that it should be eaten - therefore, herein where I am as of now… like I could say,... ugh! This is humiliating!
“Clef, what is wrong?” Lord Sevesters asks me since I have been stalling for a bit.
Lord Sevesters is right behind me and the line of the queue is quite long when I glance back. This is embarrassing, indeed. God damn it, how should I say this?!? Well, since the advance of the line has been halted and all because of me. From behind, all of the dudes are starting to shout despising words coming from their mouths. Jeez! they don't give a rest, don't they? And I am jovial, for the fact that Lord Sevesters is starting to ease up the rowdy guys while appeasing any forms of hostility so far and as to my end, saying to me that: ‘I should take my time’. Not verbally or rather I can feel he is attempting to say it, otherwise. A shape of compromise is further implemented when several of the students sport a band on their foreheads and while together at the same time, one of the students who is holding an acoustic loudhailer has appeared to the scene. As per Lord Sevesters's statement that they are the student enforcers and the one of the members of the student body. To render the bedlam, the upper echelon asks us to make way for the way others instead which Lord Sevesters and I comply with.
“What was the problem back there, Clef?”
“I don't know…”
“What?”
“I mean,... Lord Sevesters, don't laugh, alright?” I give Lord Sevesters a caveat.
“Well, sure. What is it, then?” he says, and I think he is ready for him to come in clean.
“I can't read, Lord Sevesters.” I answer in a sheepish way.
“Oh yeah? Well, too bad, my friend. It is not a secondary school, it is an expertise school. Trade, right?” he doesn't faze, as I am impressed about him - instead of making fun of me.
“Yes, I believe I am in a trade curriculum.” I confirm.
“Can you, at least, read numbers?”
“Yeah, I believe so.”
“Great. Then, there is nothing to worry about, Clef. You are all fine.” Lord Sevesters gives me reassurance, then follows it with a hard tap on my back.
“Luckily, you just happened to be in our family now. And technically speaking, you are a part of our family. And families help out for each other, one way and another. And yes, if you need help, Clef, you can always ask me.” following, as Lord Sevesters entails me yet again another assurance based on his words.
Ever since that my younger brother, Gondola, once again showed into my life - my life is filled with vibrant sensation. In my mind, when I thought that Gondola was just passing by in the kingdom, I was disheartened but he said that he was going to stay for a while after I was done with mine. And as of now, I thought family is just something that only of the same blood would do. And as a part of the Dormitiar family, I will do my best to serve them. And it is thanks to Lord Sevesters, helping me to realize those.