Who Is The Lord?

I squeezed the hem of my dirty dress. I might have taken a bath, but I was still wearing my dirty dress.

I forgot to ask for a change of clothes; I was too anxious to care about a trivial matter.

Shortly afterward, the boy joined me in the living room, where I was seated on the couch.

He was already cleaned and was radiating a sweet scent of flowers. He looked at me with a confused face,

"Why didn't you clean your dress?"

I winced, "If I wash my dress, the dress will get wet, and I won't have anything to wear for now."

"Huh?" He looked surprised.

"What?" "You don't use magic to clean your dress? Don't tell me you can't use magic?"

He held his laugh and tried to look polite.

"Oh, so, this is that kind of world," I murmured.

"Now, now, sorry, I didn't know that an outsider can't perform basic magic," he said while lifting his hand.

Then, a light beamed out of his hand, and my dress was covered with the same light rays.

After a few seconds, my dress got back to its primal state. It was very well cleaned.

A favorable smell from my dress lingered within the room.

"Um, thanks... What should I call you? I don't know your name."

He sat across from me, "Arlo."

Arlo smiled briefly before speaking again, "And you?"

"Me? My name is Lorelei. Just call me Lo for short." Arlo seemed to be thinking deeply.

"Are all outsiders like you?" He asked me.

"What do you mean, like me?"

"I mean, you can't use magic."

I nodded before adding a statement, "Yeah, I have never witnessed someone from my world using magic. Magic is only a work of fiction for us."

He looked puzzled by that fact.

"Then, how do you clean your clothes? by hand?" He inquired with a funny expression.

"We have something called a washing machine. As long as you have that item, you don't have to wash your laundry with your hands," I replied.

"So, is it similar to magic?"

"Um, that... Probably?" I didn't know how to answer him.

Arlo's eyes widened with amazement. "Washing machine?" A hint of laughter in his voice.

"Your world sounds intriguing. Maybe we could use some of those here."

As our conversation continued, a sense of camaraderie developed between us.

After a brief pause, I decided to shift the topic to a question that had been lingering in my mind.

"Arlo, how did I end up in this world? It's all so confusing." Arlo leaned back, his expression turning thoughtful.

I continued, "I entered the green door with someone. But, as soon as I stepped on the meadow, that someone was gone. This individual also mentioned that there is no need to be alarmed by what awaits behind the green door. But, as we know, the sky is rampaging."

I paused for a while before continuing, "It was out of pure luck that I stumbled upon that sheep and met you. If you hadn't found me, I would probably still be roaming around the meadow, avoiding the rage of the sky."

Arlo's face stiffened; he seemed to be pondering.

"I don't know this place; I'm scared," I chirped.

"You mentioned that you didn't come here alone but with another person. What does this person look like?" Arlo inquired without hesitation.

He seemed very determined to know, "I think I may have some ideas of what happened if my guess is correct. So, tell me, what does this individual look like?"

I averted Arlo's gaze and started to recall my memories of Kiel,

"Well, this person is a boy about the same age as me. A few inches taller than me, black hair, red eyes, extremely pale skin, umm... what else? oh and, have I mentioned that he's pretty?"

I blushed at my description of Kiel.

"Does he wear a necklace with a stone as a pendant?" Arlo's eyes flinched.

"I've never seen the pendant because his shirt covered the necklace. But, yeah, he does wear a necklace," I nodded.

Arlo was greatly surprised, "Oh wow...".

Then, he looked at me with a serious face, "I think that person you've just described is the lord. I'm pretty sure of it."

He sighed after stating his opinion.

"I think we're in big trouble. I have to meet someone and discuss this further. You stay here."

His finger was pointed at me. He immediately stood up and walked to the door.

"Wait!" I called for him.

"Is it because of me?" I asked him.

"I don't know for sure. I have to consult a particular someone. Making assumptions won't help us."

"Then, take me too!" I held his sleeve.

"I can't just stay here, can I? Besides, there's a big possibility that this happened because of me, am I right? I still remember your suspicion of me" I told him.

Arlo paused, considering my plea. After a moment, he sighed and nodded reluctantly.

"Fine, but stay close and don't wander off."

As we left the cottage, Arlo led the way through the village, the red liquid rain still falling from the sky.

I could see some trees were cut off by lightning and the tornado got more severe and unforgiving.

We walked for what felt like hours. Sometimes we had to run to avoid the sky's rampage.

We arrived at a peculiar structure, a building with symbols etched onto its walls. Arlo spoke an incantation, and the door opened to reveal a dimly lit room filled with ancient books and mystical artifacts.

"What did you just chant?" I asked him out of curiosity.

"Well, it's like a key to enter this library. So, the door will direct us to a room based on our incantation."

In the center of the room, an elegant woman in her thirties with a graceful demeanor and wise eyes awaited.

Arlo began explaining the situation, recounting my arrival and the strange occurrences with the sky.

The woman listened attentively, occasionally glancing at me with a thoughtful expression.

When Arlo mentioned the boy with black hair, red eyes, and a necklace, the woman's eyes widened in recognition.

"The lord," she muttered, deep in thought.

"This complicates matters."

I couldn't help but feel a weight on my shoulders, realizing that my presence in this world was intertwined with the chaos in the sky.