☀️ Arselia and Akonia

—Good day to you, miss. I see you have recovered quite well after this "journey." You may feel a slight fog in your head as a residual effect, but don't worry, it will pass quickly. My name is Klin, and I serve Her Imperial Highness, Princess Welferna, Naria Es Diesra Arual. —the knight made the same bow as he had to the other guests before, giving his companion and the newly arrived a chance to introduce themselves.
—Her Highness has instructed me to explain the situation to you and answer any questions you may have, so I ask that you try to listen to me to the end, no matter how absurd what you are about to hear may seem.
Klin paused briefly, giving the guest time to prepare for the upcoming story, and then continued:
—The fact is, miss, that you were summoned here, to this residence, by a special magical ritual, which was conducted under the supervision and with the direct participation of Her Highness. Judging by the other guests, magic is a common element that unites all civilizations, like water or air, and therefore I dare to assume that you too have a general understanding of what is meant by a summoning spell. I wouldn't even venture to guess what sensations you experienced when moving from one point to another, but I doubt I would be wrong if I said that it was not the most ordinary experience in your life. However, that is not all. The main difference in your situation is that you, miss, were summoned not just to another city or another country. You were summoned to another world altogether.
The mountain man fell silent again, waiting for the guest's reaction, similar to those he had already observed.
—... That's right, the empire where you are now is beyond your reality, just like many other worlds. My esteemed colleague next to me—who is also a recent guest in our world—can confirm my words. And he is not the only such "outsider." However, I doubt you will believe all this at first, but I assure you, it is enough to go outside and look around to be convinced of the truth of this fantastic picture. Therefore, I will be brief, because reality affects the mind much better than any words. I believe that, if she wishes, Her Highness will also want to meet with you. In the meantime, I am ready to answer any questions you may have, to the best of my modest knowledge, of course. Her Highness's residence and her staff are at your service, as a guest of the princess. —Klin bowed politely to the newly arrived guest once more.

The stranger's explanations did sound rather absurd, at least at first. If she was summoned to another world, why does she understand the language this otherworldly darkie is speaking? And why was she summoned, and not someone more outstanding, like Lord Twyce? On the other hand, she knew that in her own world, there was magic for summoning entities from other planes of existence—demonology. According to the consensus among scholars and theologians, demons did not materialize from nothing but came from their own world. That is, the existence of other worlds was considered a potential possibility. Of course, few people made assumptions about the existence of worlds similar to hers, let alone rituals that would allow ordinary people to be summoned from these worlds... but that doesn't mean it wasn't all true. Perhaps the Lythian warlocks were actively studying these issues, but any information on this subject was intended only for a narrow circle of people. In addition, Alaria had already been to the mansion of Alfarad Asparagus, a place that seemed to defy the usual laws of existence and adapt to the whims of its owner. At the moment, the Tanarian could not think of anything that contradicted her interlocutor's story. At the same time, from personal experience, she knew that things that had once seemed fantastic to her, or even things she had not even thought about, were quite possible. As for summoning her instead of the hypothetical Lord Twyce... here one could return to what Alaria knew about demonology. Summoning a powerful demon was a much more complex and risky process than summoning something simpler. Perhaps similar rules applied here. Or maybe there was no real control over who your magic would cunningly snatch from his native world. Not to mention that to summon the hypothetical Lord Twyce, you need to know about the existence of this hypothetical Lord Twyce. So, Alaria could somehow rationalize the man's words as something not entirely meaningless. Of course, it would be naive to believe all this right away, but as the stranger said, she would have the opportunity to verify the truth of this whole story herself in the future. Besides, the idea of deceiving a person with such fantastic stories seemed to the Tanarian to be something no less strange, or even more absurd. Moreover, many times over. But concealing or distorting certain facts is a completely different matter! But to catch the interlocutor in a lie, one must first have at least some understanding of what he is talking about, and Alaria's knowledge in this area was extremely limited. A healthy skepticism has never hurt anyone, certainly not her, but refusing to accept objective reality is a very different matter. At first, one should proceed from the current situation: she is in an unfamiliar place, probably with an unfamiliar culture, and she is needed by the local princess for some reason. And time will tell whether the whole story is true or not. Besides... in a way, it was even flattering that she was summoned out of a myriad of interdimensional beings. Of course, at the same time, it was difficult not to worry about the current situation in Rheime, but it would be foolish to deny that she had more pressing problems at the moment. Besides, time could flow differently in different planes of existence, and while she was "traveling" to this world, a thousand years or even mere fractions of a second could have passed in her native world... However, there was little point in guessing exactly.
—Oh... —the Tanarian said, finally breaking the silence and, perhaps, the image of a strong, silent newcomer, or someone who had nothing to answer to this monologue, —... I don't want to seem overly rude, but first I would like to know what the purpose of my being here is. I think you understand that it is not every day that you are magically snatched from your native world. At least, in my native lands. Perhaps things are a little different here. Oh yes, —the girl quickly realized, —and what should I call you? Perhaps I missed this moment.