The three of us, Rufus, Leander, and I find a good restaurant to eat at. We decided to book a private room so we can talk about what just happened.
After the waitress leaves the room, Rufus immediately bombards me with many questions.
"Csille? What are you talking about? Recorder? What recorder are you talking about? When did I have a recorder, and what is a recorder?"
I drink the tea first before answering him. "You don't, Rufus."
Rufus frowns. "What do you mean I don't?"
Leander shakes his head. "You don't have the recorder. It means that the recorder Csille is talking about is non-existent. You're the son of the Duke. How come you don't know that we didn't have any invention that is called recorder?"
Rufus scratches his nape. "My father doesn't like to meddle with the monarch. Have you forgotten Leander?"
