It's been getting busy lately since I got home. They are militias roaming around - friends or foes alike. Quest commissioning at the Adventurers' Hall has been halted all because of the coupé. Oh how I miss you, Haganalopolis! Aunt Ç, I hope you are doing so well. I unconsciously say it out loud this time: "Aunt Ç, I hope you are doing so well." lately I don't mean to blabber it.

"Who is Ç? That's quite an unusual and peculiar name, indeed." as one of the female servants overheard me talking, it makes me feel edgy.

"Oh yeah? Your method of observing people is something else, dear ???" I stop, asking for her name.

"Jyana, milord." where she tells me her name.

"Oh, dear 'Jyana'. Apologies for making an assumption of you but you're quite nosy." I add the following afterwards.

"Oh I'm sorry, your grace. My action is so not endearing and a misdemeanor on my part… pardon me, if you're flabbergasted on my approach. Indeed, I tend to privy others…" she smiles, as she does a curtsy before my presence.

"No! I am actually sharing with you this personal archive of mine or what you deemed to say it. Well, you see, I have a part-orc and a part-elf in my distinction…"

"Yes, I know, milord… though, your superficial semblance is more of a human." she interrupts me.

I clear my throat, planning to restart my explanation: "... moving on, my aunt is the matrician of my own hometown nation…"

"Yes, the epitome of the world's top commercial merchant republic - Haganalopolis." she does it again, disrupting me while I'm speaking.

"Of course, by planar standards. Haganalopolis, it is!" and on the side note, she points where my country stands.

"... alright, I am quite in awe of how knowledgeable you are in regards to my birthright's history. I'm glad!" I cast a smile on my face.

Meanwhile, she discusses all of the written chronicles relating to the family of Hagan and the thalassocracy of Haganalopolis. I'm impressed by her feats she's displaying. Really. She is maybe one of the paparazzi or some sort of chasing after us to unveil to the open. And during our conversation, it becomes more apparent that most of the history books and annals have been published are ninety-nine percent true. When we are delving more deeper, some of her hindsight behind those articles issued are close to being precise. Surmised to the public yet I am quite worried pertaining how one-by-one, she answers with definite accuracy.

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"Jyana?" I call her attention and at the same time, stopping her from speaking… "Who exactly are you?" hereof, I question her identity afterwards.

"What do you mean, milord? My loyalty? My plight?"

"No, what I mean is how can a lady like you working for us as a???" snapping my fingers, where I am oblivously of her standings here.

"I am working as a maid, milord." she gladly answers, saving another breath of mine in lieu of gasping air or stuttering a word.

"Exactly! What is your deal herein?" confirming and adding my statement.

She moves closely to me, approaching in rather a sultry beckoning. As we are of about a nose distance away, she caresses my chest. Leering me in a point blank length. She now then moves her entire face to my left ear hereafter. I am nervous as if she is about to insinuate something. Jyana blows a small gust at my ear lobe. She then snatches my stylus ball point pen clipping between my ear helix and my left temple. Disparaging. Exasperated. Of course, this is provocative for me! What the hell is she doing? I hold a higher position in this country! Is she planning to bewitch me? However, my tongue got caught by a cat, thus, I am unable to speak up - let alone open my mouth. My lips are sealed in absolution!

"Okay. I get your point, Jyana. This is rather queasy than pleasing. What do you want?" I reiterate my erstwhile statement, as I am getting more anxious. The hand, in essence, it is Jyana's tinge; on my chest is drawing closer to my abdomen. I wince in reaction. She finds her way to cackle by my deed. As Jyana makes a distance between us where she gestures a prostate pose.

"Alright, don't worry about it. I-..."

"It is peculiar. I admit. What were you asking again, milord???" she inserts in-between herself yet again, it is applauding she has the audacity to cut me amidst my sentence.

"Hehe… uhm,... I am just a bit dubious of your stance. How can a lady like you whose knowledge is making a living in this country. This nation is about to be annihilated. Kehina's fate is impending. I can't deny. So why?" I bombard Jyana with a series of blabbering.

"Nothing…" just like that, she says.

"You're a stalker, I take it?" I assume.

She laughs according to my comment, replying: "Pretty derogatory, milord. Of course not, how can you be so disparaging that you label me as such one of a kind. Am I that menacing to you, Lord Geoff?" as she smirks, striking a leverage with the question on how I determine people whom I yet to know. I am taken aback because of that response. My bad, I mean it.

"Well, it is pretty strange. Indeed, pretty strange that you are here breaking your back in this volatile situation. Kehina, one day, will be burned into ashes. Or, Hell, will be erased into oblivion!" I warn her and her stance on coming here.

"Hahaha… are you that doubtful of the country that you are protecting? With all due respect, Your Grace - the emissary of this state. Isn't it your task to defend this nation with all your might? From rinds to bones? Or are you not giving your all, representing your unwillingness to the oath you swore for?" she slaps me with those harsh words, my knees tremble into surrender.

As I get back up, I remain my composure in a calming pose. I gulp howbeit, I can not find an answer to her question. How frustrating! With these questions throwing at me in the public, this damsel should be executed right off the bat. No questions asked. Since we are here alone in private space, she gives me something of a wake-up call on my part. My fealty lies to both Kehina and Haganalopolis… no doubt about it! I stutter with no response for her cry. She left.