As of now, after the introduction of my patron, the Dormitiar family, brokered by Captain Leonis. Well, actually, he is only just a secretary by any means. We are now separated from the main cabin into the guest lobby room. Lord Remer, Maison, and I are stuck in this rather spacious room. Confined is a heavy word. We at least have tea and confection on the table where Maison actually is happily munching each sweets on it.

“So, Clef, right? Your name is Clef?” he asks, reconfirming what my name is, in a timid way. I nod as for my response.

“Yes. Nice to meet you, Lord Remer. That is true, my name is Clef.” I answer, “And this lady right here, who is beside me - her name is Maidelle.” as I introduce Maison in a straightforward fashion to my patron’s delegate, where I present my hand. Maison doesn’t pay much of the attention as she still proceeds to gobble the confections on the table. She doesn’t put much of a thought, where there are retches and stains painted all over her face.

Lord Remer laughs, whereas he notices Maison’s unladylike and non-etiquette manner of eating. Lord Remer says: “Nice to meet you, Maidelle.“ the delegate smiles directly towards Maison, as he is trying to get the attention of Maison who is busy eating.

Maison finally come to her senses, replying: “Oh, hello! P-weasure has al-ways b-ween mine! (Pleasure has always been mine!)” where all the stuff filled in her tiny little mouth.

“Sure, Maidelle. I am also happy to be acquainted with you.” the delegate to the Dormitiar family answers, where he follows it with a wink. And afterall, Maison continues the food, enjoying the sweets and nearly finishing it all.

Lord Remer take a sip on his cup as he sighs, following: “So Clef, where do you hail from and what are you up to?” whereas the main point of view now is onto me. The gaze of his eyes is very intimidating, as I find it uncomfortable when he plants both of his elbows on the table with a clenched fist.

“I am also an Inglovian too, Lord Remer. Specifically, in the big harbor, the huge trading center of Siscär….” when Lord Remer summons for my attention, glance unto him and answer his question in a confident mood.

“Siscär, you say?” he questions for my answer.

Lord Remer furrows both of his eyebrows and wherein I realize: “I mean, pardon for the mistake, Lord Remer. I do mean the pilgrimage - Eisschrein.” where he tilts his head, “And as for my livelihood? Well, I run a small business in the pilgrimage - a fruit stand per se.“ correcting my mistake, as Lord Remer keeps nodding his head, as if he is agreeing to what I want to imply.

Damn! So much for a first impression… I blew it all up… ! I recall when he mentioned: ‘Lightheim’. I hope I can be saved this time despite my stupidity. I know in the back of my head that this is an interview whether I am fit to the standards of the Dormitiar’s or if I am not of the cut due to the fact that I messed up earlier. Oh my Lady Wellicia, how I miss home. Siscär in my head. As Siscär is what I blurted it out of my mouth.

“For simplicity’s sake, what kind of fruit do you venture? One over the other, what is profittable, what is liability, and what is for the risk on your business?” he follows it up.

“Well, yeah, Lord Remer. I have to say that is difficult to say. Since the sale has several factors such as the season and the festivity of the region. But one-by-one, I would say they are: the apples as the profitable revenues, the sweet potatoes since there are not many lands so arable to plant it anyways, and the rambutan.” I clear my throat, continuing: “Of course, perhaps, what I would think of it - it is a foreign fruit.” I answer. The answer itself is inaccurate since it holds it until then when I was still in the other Inglovia - my homeworld. And as therefore, the answer to Lord Remer’s question bears little to less credentials. That was three (3) years ago. Of course, it is not viable up to this day and the game of business is ever changing at such a pace.

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“Rambutan? I see. In all honesty, I haven’t seen that kind of fruit before - frankly speaking.” Lord Remer answers in a candid way.

Rambutan is an otherworldly fruit which doesn’t exist here in Inglovia. Though the fruit can live here for all I have known. ‘Oriens’ is its home region which exists in my plane - Inglovia II. I explain to the secretary to the Dormitiar the characteristics of what a rambutan looks like - red and hairy. Sounds dirty but well, that's what it really looks like. I won’t be surprised if the fruit is going to be colonized, so to speak… Inglovianized. Renaming it to red testicles. For sure, that would be the course I will be expecting to. Jokes aside, it’s a form of hybrid of berries although the coating of the seed is the edible one.

“Fascinating! I am curious to taste this kind of fruit! I would like to have one!” Lord Remer exclaims, showing his excitement upon hearing this exotic fruit rambutan.

Phew, that was close! It swerves a little less but I hope Lord Remer’s attention might divert away from my blunder about the place Siscär - which is my original home. Well, but I’m sorry Lord Remer because I can’t give you what you are wishing for. Due to the fact that rambutan is not a native fruit here in Inglovia, let alone in this plane. However, surely, it is a slight certainty that there is a particular individual who might bring that fruit in this dimension. Someone knocks the door, as the butler who is preparing to pick up the mess incurred by Maison alone. The lad drops a basket on the top of the table and as I open it. My eyes widen.

“Clef, why do you look so shocked? What is happening? You look like you have seen a ghost…” Lord Remer points out how startled I am.

“Well, Lord Remer, it seems that your prayers have been answered.” I reply, to which Lord Remer raises his left eyebrow and furrows his lips as I show him the content of the basket.

“What is that?” Maison insets herself, asking the same question of the curiosity of Lord Remer’s gesture.

“An ethereal fruit.” I answer.

"An ethereal fruit, you say? What is it, Clef?”

“Interesting, what is it then?” as both Maison and Lord Remer are still curious about the small fruit inside the basket that I am showing it to them.

“Wait, is that-,... I think, is that a rambutan?” Lord Remer realizes the feature of the fruit that I mentioned to him a while ago. I smile, confirming his answer is to be true.

Lord Remer looks at me whereas I can tell he is fascinated about it, saying: “I’m sorry for doubting your statement up until now, Clef.” and he is kind of intrigued by seeing it for himself closely.

“Let’s dig it in, shall we?!?” as Maison can’t contain her excitement diving into the unchartered waters of food, serving before her eyes.

Lord Remer laughs as he can’t contain Maison’s childish escapade displaying earlier up until now. My reaction says otherwise. Good thing that Maison is not carrying the name of Kehina - our kingdom. I sigh.

“I can’t believe you were just a stoic woman when we were at the captain’s cabin, miss Maidelle.” Lord Remer comments about Maison’s behavior.

“What do you want to say, Lord Remer?” Maison responds to Lord Remer’s aggressive assumption.

“It is just-,... I mean … well…” he continues to stutter, unable to complete his thoughts.

“Meaning?” as Maison tries to redirect the conversation by interrupting Lord Remer.

I clap my hands to disrupt the tension surrounding this room, perhaps, I know what Lord Remer is trying to do. Lord Remer is too afraid to direct his thoughts towards Maison who is totally engrossed in eating the fruit - rambutan. Inserting: “Right, let’s eat before Maidelle gobbles all these fruits.” where Maison doesn’t react at all and resumes on eating as Lord Remer chuckles at my comment.

“Sure…” as Lord Remer says, picking up a rambutan in his hand.