"Where am I, peasant?" Asked a boy who was no taller than one and a half meters, had filthy black hair, long dirty nails on all limbs, ears full of wax and was completely naked.

"Is that any way to talk to someone who you need help from?" Answered an adult man who didn't seem to mind the grimy conditions of the questioner, but the personality.

"Your brown hair and those ragged farmer clothes indicate that you are a peasant, do you deny?" Said the boy after setting a careful quick glance at the agriculturist who had a pitchfork over his shoulder, standing on the same dirt road as he did between two small ploughlands.

"Heh, true. But us, peasants, do not actually like to be called peasants. It's a common insult used by the aristocrats, ya know boy?" The farmer didn't deny and took the pitchfork off his shoulder since it started to feel uncomfortable being there for too long.

"I'm aware. So where am I, peasant?" Asked the boy once again without even considering how the farmer will take to being called a peasant after his teaching dialogue.

"You know, it's all good if you are trying to be precise calling me a peasant, but others might not take so well to your words. Besides, I don't see you being dressed any nicer than a peasant. You aren't wearing anything at all!" Finally the farmer took the boy's appearance into the conversation.

"Be glad, peasant. You have a chance to set your eyes upon my divine body. Do you not joy?" Said the boy proudly. The farmer was speechless for a few seconds and sighed afterwards.

"Before calling your body divine you should cut off those nasty nails and clean yourself." It was very puzzling how the boy could take up such an attitude while looking like that.

"The passage of time does its works. Moreover, are you ready to give me the long-awaited answer?" The boy said while slightly shivering, having tiny dots pop out all over his body.

"Alright, at least you didn't add the confining title this time." Said the farmer as he leaned onto his tool.

"Peasant." Added the boy.

A long sigh sounded out of the adult's mouth.

"What's wrong? I thought you weren't disturbed by your title. So typical of humans to contradict themselves." Shaking his head, the boy replied to the long sigh.

"Now you're calling me a human? Are you trying to say you are any different from me?" Now the farmer was curious as to where this 'special' attitude was coming from.

"Ready your knees to impact the ground ignorant human, for I am the will of power, incarnation of absolution, true monarch of creation and the Emperor's brother!" Aggrandized the boy with a smirk as he pumped up his chest and crossed his arms.

"...Who's Emperor?" The farmer simply blinked and asked the boy who 'Emperor' was.

"W-What!? How are you not on your knees!? Y-You jest!" The lad was in shock after witnessing the truth before his eyes, the man was indeed not hugging the dirt road.

"I don't know who this Emperor is, but you claiming to be the god of everything? You spoke so subtly to the point that I even thought of you to be a well-educated child, but now you are just making things up." Said the farmer while giving a disappointed look. The boy realized that the man is not lying, he truly was ignorant of who the Emperor was. The boy's face emanated red as he felt embarrassment.

"Forgive my display of foolishness, it was I who was ignorant and oblivious of your and my own conditions." The boy apologized as he placed his hand over his chest and bowed, surprising for someone who was so rude in the first place.

"Uhh, what's with the sudden change?" The farmer raised his brows in revelation to the rapid change in behavior.

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"That is not relevant. However, what is important is that I know where I am right now. The broad-view if you may." Said the boy as he raised his head to look straight into the man's eyes, like a sharp arrow aimed at the heart.

"If you insist the broad-view.. then you are located in the Bolatant kingdom." Said the farmer while looking to his left to see two children running on the field.

"B-Bolatant kingdom?!" Extreme shock was indicated by the boy's stuttering and his widened eyes.

"What's wrong?" The farmer asked seeing the unusual face that he had.

"T-That means!!" Stuttering once again, the boy continued.

"W-What does it mean?" It started to even terrify the man in front of him.

"That means... I don't know where I am." Revealed the lad.

The man's palm covered his face and he let out a long sigh, just as before.

"Will you adopt me?" Asked the naked child who was shivering uncontrollably from the cold.

"HUH!? Don't you already have a family?" Hearing the words of the lad would surprise anyone if someone had a conversation with him. "You know, with that sharp tongue and what you said about that Empero-" Added the man.

"Will you or not!?" Interrupted the boy.

"I suspect you to be pranking, you should try your luck somewhere else, boy." The farmer turned away the lad's request while putting his tool back on his shoulder. "If you really are in distress, the orphanage at the edge of the village may be able to take you in. Though, if you disturb the peace there, I will personally punish you." He said and started walking towards the ploughlands that he owned.

The lad didn't say a word and left as well, opposite of the farmer's direction.

The man who conversed with him earlier looked back and thought how strange the fellow was, naked and bipolar.

At least 10 minutes of walking led him in front of a worn down yard fence made out of wood, behind the fence being a small chapel that served as a place of worship and as an orphanage. On the way he received uneasy glances from the villages' residents.

He didn't know how to enter through the fence gate since he wasn't familiar with its mechanics. Meanwhile, other children were playing around in the yard with a chubby nun watching over them.

"Hello." Behind the lad a woman greeted him who was dressed in the same clothing as the nun inside the yard, a black ankle-length robe, a white veil over her head and brown sandals. A few strands of hair were hanging out from her veil which gave her an unintentional glamour look. She had an appearance that was attractive and young, enough to seduce any desiring man.

"Who are you?" The boy naturally wasn't interested in sexual pleasures at the time.

"Eh? Uhm, I am sister Ela. And who might you be?" She asked in return while raising a brow, she was confused of the new face that appeared in the village.

"A child in distress." Was the answer she got. It told a lot, yet it didn't say who he actually was. He also seemed to have dropped the 'Emperor's brother' identity.

"Are you lost?" She asked with a smile. No doubt she was experienced with children who are in trouble.

"In a way, yes." Answered the naked and cold boy whose eyes were closing more often than should.

"Okay, why don't we then head inside and get you to warm up before helping you get back on your way." She said as she reached out a hand for him to grab onto after unlocking the gate.

The boy ignored the hand and simply walked towards the chapel, making nun Ela sigh as she noted him off as a 'special' child.

The lad sat on a bench in the main hall, as he was told to by Ela, while waiting for clothes. It was slightly warmer inside than outside, but the cold bench under his uncovered bottom continued to freeze him. It didn't take long for the sweet nun to arrive with the clothes. She placed the 2 clothing piece stack next to the shivering child and unfolded the first one on top. It was a gray shirt that wasn't in the most well-kept condition.

"Raise your hands." She said. The boy felt awkward being treated like a child, but he wasn't capable of struggling much as cold as he was. He barely raised his hands straight and was equipped with the clothing. The next piece of clothing that was unfolded was brown sweat pants.

"You want to put these on yourself?" She asked. It wouldn't feel exactly comfortable to have her put these on for him, she thought.

"No." He replied. It would feel more uncomfortable to put them on himself since his arms didn't have enough strength to fight with the abnormally shivering legs. Ela giggled and kneeled down to assist him with the clothing.

"What's your name?" She asked while half-way done helping him.

"Why do you need to know my name? Do you intend to harass me?" He asked instead of answering.

"It would be convenient. Calling you 'You' certainly isn't the best way to talk, don't you think so?" She replied once she was done equipping the second clothing on him.

"Good reasoning, I am Laizan." The boy answered since he was impressed with the nun. She smiled at Laizan and stood up.

"Nice to meet you, Laizan." She said. "Do you know where your home is?" A question that was crucial in helping Laizan and get him from being 'lost' to 'found', but there was no answer. Laizan's head simply leaned down.

 He fell asleep.