Enatic Clans

The aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air as I sit with Lord Sevesters at breakfast - that is after I humiliated myself earlier without knowing the rudimentary etiquette. Right beside us is a window. His face glances towards outside, his sharp eyes glinting with mischief beneath the morning sun. The banquet room was adorned with tapestries depicting ancient battles and scholarly pursuits, instilling the air with a sense of history and grandeur. As on the other side, there can be a simple interior design such as blue and white. That is we are here as of now. An organized university - Lüadenstadt. This academy city is nestled in the heart of the countryside, and is almost a character in itself. One I had grown fond of over my years there. Well, in the other reality, I would say. However, today's company promises adventure. It is Lord Sevesters.

"Another round of exploration?" he asks me lightly, leaning back in his chair.

His nailed fingers entwined with each other speak both of elegance and strength. Though I have known Lord Sevesters for only a brief time, it is apparent that he is the one not to shy away from immersing himself in new experiences… much like my own eagerness. As for me, this is my first time visiting and indulging such privilege.

"Sure! Where to first, Lord Sevesters?" I ask him, resting my elbows on the table. He then responds: "The lab or perhaps the culinary grounds? Well, Clef. This is your last chance to explore the entirety of the University of Inglovian Occidental. Classes start tomorrow." suggesting eagerly; both locations held potential for everything from experimental science to improbable dishes.

"Lead the way, then Lord Sevesters…" I agree and say with a grin that as well brightens his entire demeanor.

"Alright, I think we should tread first to the laboratories."

"Have it your way, Lord Sevesters."

Lord Sevesters and I exit into the lush campus courtyard where early bloomers painted patches of color against green expanses. So pasture-like, like the ones I have worked on them. As Lord Sevesters and I stroll alongside each other, my mind is alive with questions about him - where he hailed from, what immense knowledge lived within his thoughts… and maybe more about why someone so distinguished chose to wander in this institution. University of Inglovian Occidental is a satellite campus, for sure. Then why does Lord Sevesters choose to study here rather than in the main university - University of Inglovia?

First and foremost - we make our way toward the laboratories first. The door creaks open ominously as Lord Sevesters and I enter, revealing rows of sleek equipment humming softly under fluorescent lights. Glass beakers and test tubes lined meticulously organized shelves while an intricate array of diagrams filled chalkboards. And of course, the elective mandate minor subject entrenches as well as for cooking classes which I notice that there are trenches shelved in a certain ledge.

"I've heard fascinating tales about alchemic studies here." Lord Sevesters muses aloud while tracing a finger along one such diagram depicting transformations - the rubies, amethysts, diamonds, and so much more magic stones prominently featuring among them.

As I am listening intently to Lord Sevesters. He then continues, stating: "The fusion between science and mysticism is endless." with a slight remark playfully, recalling some recent projects that he had yielded unexpected but enlightening results.

He sighs appreciatively before moving towards an experiment left untouched by previous students; its ingredients in a precarious state. Well, perhaps waiting for inspiration combined with actionable curiosity to ignite their purpose once more.

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"Shall we attempt a little bit of shaking?" Lord Sevesters suggests, with an ardent and enthusiastic flare painted on his face. His hand says otherwise with the innuendo of lewd remark moving in a reciprocal up and down motion.

I curl my eyebrows - that sounds dirty. I feign on my face with a baffling get up at his bravado but couldn't resist entertaining it further; this is Lord Sevesters after all. "Eh?!? But I don't want my name etched in the autopsy." he chuckles at my cracking joke. "It is better to have your name on it, Lord Sevesters. Sevesters." Lord Sevesters really does get into my frolics the moment when I am miming my hands while saying his name in the air.

"Sure. Sure… Hahaha, you really are a funny lad, Clef."

"I can be your familial jester, Lord Sevesters."

"Hah! That is not a joke, you know?"

Half an hour later, after hilarious attempts that quite ends up creating some sparks… and quite literally! We find ourselves caught up not only in scientific exploration but also deep conversations amidst laughter.

"This university has far exceeded my expectations," he stated earnestly while examining our final product - a curious green potion trapped inside a heat-resistant flask. It is almost like a texture of a goo. "Its reputation is well-deserved." making claims that this satellite campus is far better than the main one, so does Lord Sevesters say.

Proudly, I reply: "And we'll make sure it stays legendary." We share a knowing laugh and step out into daylight again. Hence, Lord Sevesters and I did the cleaning…

"Legendary? I am the legendary one!" Lord Sevesters purports, as we both laugh together.

"Home Economics and Livelihood Quarters… ?" Lord Sevesters suggests where our next journey will be.

Rather than a whimsical tour. I would say it is planned. However, this is something entirely different - the culinary grounds. A world devoted to flavors rather than formulas. As we walk toward one side of campus decorated by arched brick walls covered in climbing ivy, we could already smell delicious spices wafting through open windows where culinary students practice their craft diligently.

Suddenly enthused at the idea of exploring flavors together, excitement bubbling inside me. I turn my face toward him: "Have you ever cooked, Lord Sevesters?" as he gives me a grin.

"Clef,... there is so much more to learn." I don't know if he is mocking or something. That response makes me think that Lord Sevesters does cook.

"To create is essential for life." he replies firmly as though lecturing me through an untarnished conviction - no wonder where does his confidence come from.

But there was warmth behind those words suggesting deeper understanding driving them onward. Hey! Wait, what?!? But that does answer not my question!

Before long we wander into kitchens bustling like honeycombs filled with activity; students run amok chopping vegetables under the direction of experienced chefs simmering sauces bringing scents alive from every corner possible until finally reaching dessert stations littered atop marble countertops worthy enough for royalty themselves! An arrangement signals us over, inviting attention away from chaos into a delightful array: in a natural designed pastries sparkling under overhead lights draw us both closer mesmerized till inevitable tasting ensued exclamations bursting forth!

"Oh!" He exclaims upon sampling a delicately crafted éclair: "Perfect balance!" as Lord Sevesters sneaks up the confection right straight into his mouth afterwards.

I nod joyously pretending noble duties lay within our capabilities magically sparked by complimentary dessert exchange - we savor each flavor longingly amidst jestful banter punctuated with pseudo-bravado choices made throughout this charming expedition continuing onwards…

As Lord Sevesters and I tread forward, realizing: "I think I am going to join culinary grounds… Well, to be honest, I got more slots since I didn't take up most of the elective mandate minor subjects." I express myself, walking side-by-side in a calm pace together with Lord Sevesters.

"I think, maybe, Clef. You should shift into arts. You are in Business, if I am not mistaken, aren't you?" he replies, stuffing his mouth with sweets, while they are more surplus on his hands.