As we stood in front of the man on the throne, I couldn't help but wonder if he was the Lord of the Realm or just somebody else. I could just follow Cera, and Cera didn't show any courtesy towards him, so I did exactly like her. The man on the throne was looking at me; I could see his head tilting around like he was scanning.

A few seconds later, I could see his mouth open and he began to talk, "I believe I sent another woman who convinced him to come." He turned his head towards Cera, "Why does this woman change into the saintess? And where is she?"

Ah yes, I forgot about her. Where is she actually?

Cera began to talk, "The woman you have sent to bring him to you, is under me right now."

Since when? Is it from the teleportation? Because somehow, after the teleportation, I didn't see her, or maybe I just forgot her.

The man said, "Since when the saintess are doing kidnapping?"

"I believe you couldn't say that word after everything that had happened."

"Forget it!" He leant back on the throne and turned his head towards me, "Now, I have the person I want to talk to…" He began to stand up from his throne, and as he stood up, I realised he was short, maybe around 150 cm, or perhaps he was just still young because I felt he was still not mature enough, which Cera has said, 'The previous Lord, I don't have any problem, but this one is a little bit different and unique.' It could mean this man was a new Lord of the Realm. However, his presence filled the room with an air of authority that made his stature seem larger than life.

Talk? Talk about what?

Slowly, he was walking towards me. As he was walking towards me, somehow I felt uneasy as I heard his footsteps become louder and louder towards me. I couldn't shake off the feeling that something was not right. Around 3 metres from me, immediately Cera tapped my shoulder. Suddenly, I felt at ease again. I turned around and saw her smiling face. She whispered to me, "Stay close to me!"

This is so weird; for some reason, I could handle the demon lord Lilith, of whom some winds said no creature could stand her presence except in her order. However, this man in front of me right now is different; somehow his presence could make me uneasy, and it could say I felt terrified.

As he was right in front of me, I could see he was smiling at me or smirking at me; I didn't know which one. Maybe calling Cera is the right thing to do, and maybe a life-changing decision. He walked towards me, as he was an inch from me, even though I needed to look down at him. I could see his eyes twinkling mischievously.

He opened his mouth, "It's no fun, you sought help from the saintess…" He turned around and slowly walked back towards his throne while saying, "When I heard some winds tell the saintess and her party were passed out, I was thrilled about it." He stopped at the second stairs, turned around, and sat down, "Immediately, I imagined what creature is that to make the saintess and her party with the goddess' relic pass out, maybe more terrified than the demon lord, Lilith. What kind of creature could possibly be more terrifying than Lilith herself? You know I kept asking myself that question all the time; it made me don't sleep." Suddenly, he frowned his face. "However, I am shocked; that creature is just you, a mere human…" Out of nowhere, he was lying down on the stairs.

…….

I was confused, as Cera and I were waiting for him. It made me more confused, as I didn't know what the heck was happening and why the frick I was doing here. In there, I stood just watching him lie on the ground.

Cera took a step in front and said, "So, what is the purpose you want him to come here?"

He turned his head towards me and looked intensely at me. While he was lying on the ground, propped on one elbow, he was looking at me from the tip of my toe to the tip of my head. He opened his mouth, "First of all, what is that attire?" He pointed at my attire.

I looked at myself and said to him, "You mean this attire?"

"Of course that…What else?"

"This is my late father's attire…"

"Your late father? That attire is so different, and are you comfortable wearing that? Somehow, I see that attire as too big and thick; it's not like normal attire, an example of mine."

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I could see his attire was long tunics with belts at his waist, which were embroidered with geometric patterns. He wore a shawl over his tunics with some intricately pleated designs. It reminded me of the Babylonian period, which actually reminded me of Gilgamesh in a lot of legend books. Of course, it was different than my attire. His attire was so light and thin, and my attire was thick, which people would see as heavy attire. However, the other people in front of him who wore crowns didn't wear the attire like him; their attire reminded me of the mediaeval period.

He said, "Does your attire have a name?"

"Yes, the name of my attire is Beskap."

"May I try out your attire?"

"Sure…" I started to unbutton it; luckily I wore an inner vest.

As I have unbuttoned all of it, at once, he said, "Again, what is that attire?"

I pointed at my inner suit and asked him, "You mean this?"

"Yes…"

"It's an inner vest; it's an attire that absorbs the sweat from my body and prevents it from seeping into Beskap, or it could serve to keep outer garments from being soiled or damaged by bodily excrements, to reduce the friction of outerwear against the skin."

"Hmmmm…I see…"

As I tried to hand the Beskap to him, a person from people beside me and in front of him stepped in to prevent me from coming to him, and Cera pinched my hand as a communication to not come near him. However, he told me to hand it to him, and he would hand it over. I did what he told me.

While the person walked towards him with Beskap, I could see he was lowering his tunics. The person immediately helped him to wear the beskap from behind. As he had worn it, he stood up. He moved his upper body, like trying to determine the weight of Beskap, as he had said before, was too big and thick.

He said, "It's actually a little bit heavier than other attire I had worn." He continued, "However, it feels comfortable, and the thickness shows more authority and power than my tunics." Then, he asked me, "What is the purpose of this attire?" He took a seat at the stairs.

I explained to him, "That attire is an official uniform…It used back then for a—-"

He suddenly, interrupted me, and said, "Wait, wait, what do you mean by official uniform?"

Is word of official actually in this world? Because the word official comes from the 13th century, that's the late mediaeval. I explained, "Official means a court officer…"

"You mean like those guards?"

"No, I mean like these gentlemen right here. The official could lead into nobles."

"So this attire is for nobles…"

"Exactly…But a lot of it comes from the royal family members." Back then, nobles in Java, especially in Surakarta and Yogyakarta, were based in one single line, called Kraton, after that, it was divided into two. Kraton is like a feudal government but with a clan government inside of it. All the nobles were basically family members of Kraton, and all the government officials were family members of Kraton. Even though I am a family member of Kraton, the line is so far; I am the 18th generation descendant. So in the view of Kraton, I am basically nobody. It means Beskap and Surjan could be called the royal family's attire, but it was an official or civil servant outfit back then if we ignore the Kraton as one family member like clan government.

"Royal family members? You mean like them?" He pointed at the people in front of him.

"I guess yes, because I still don't know who these guests are."

"These guests are basically the officials like you have just explained."

"You mean nobles?"

"Yes, but more than nobles. They are kings and queens in the human realm…"

I was surprised. I had thought these people must be high-ranking nobles because they were in front of the Lord of the Realm; as Cera said before, all kings kneel before him.

He continued, "I like this attire; it's comfortable and warm." His head turned to me, "May you give me this attire?"

Immediately, all the kings and queens focused on me, waiting for my answer. I couldn't let Beskap from my late father, but the pressure from them made me say yes.

Cera came to help and said, "I believe that attire is from his late father. Late means deceased; when he gives you the attire, he will be very sad that the one that belongs to his late father isn't in his possession anymore."

He turned his head to Cera, and said, "I'm not asking you, saintess…" Then he backed to me, "May you give me this attire?"

I tried to compose myself and said, "Forgive me, but I can't let that attire, it is indeed like the saintess has said, it's from my late father."

The kings and queens frowned, and the situation was palpable, as they told me to let the Beskap go and let him have it. I stood up my ground.

Firstly, he frowned as his request was denied. However, a few seconds later, he changed his expression, smiling softly and nodding in understanding. He stood up and walked towards me while unbuttoning it by himself. The king beside him tried to help him, but he denied his help.

In front of me, he handed the Beskap by himself to me. As I took the Beskap from him, he said, "I forgot to introduce myself. I am Muranu; as you can see, I am the Lord of the Realm."

I said, "I am Darya, just a human…"

"Just a human, huh?"