"This is an invitation, isn't it? It's also for nobles and important people."

The young bookkeeper who asked Kilik to call on me, upon first reading the letter of call, said farewell.

At this time, I decided to ask because I thought it would be good to be unschooled.

"I don't seem to have a date, but how do I reply?

"Oh, that's what it says here. When the inclination of the moon imitates the right cheek of God, so it's seven days from now."

"... so, are you going to have specified"

"So education is questioned around there. In the Book of God, they have fables of such contents. So, in reply, I think it would be a good idea to use parchment paper that has been slightly degraded (ranked). The format of the letters is the traditional Lhasan way, so make it the Lhasan way as well, and the pattern around it mimics the plants of the season and expresses a welcome. So this is..."

And, the lecture by the bookkeeper went on to tell me a lot about the typical fable used to specify the date and time, the character and type of parchment used to reply, the manner of the letters, and the meaning of the pattern used to decorate parchment.

That's how I understood it.

"You should leave this to the experts..."

That's what I meant.

It appears odd from being accustomed to the culture of casual emails and letters in the original world, but to the upper classes of nobility and priesthood, letters are a part of politics.

The failure of a single letter also leads to the loss of a political position.

I have also heard news in the original world that a famous shrine has become a major problem due to the misnomer of his service to His Majesty.

I felt comfortable glimpsing the horror.

"Reply, what do you do?

and the bookkeeper asks.

"I don't care what you do, hey"

I have no right to refuse this one.

At the very least, I wish there were a few more conditions on the invitation.

This one, what kind of outfit should you wear?

Will I eat before I am invited? Will the liquor go out?

Will the attendant and companion be allowed? Can I take my escort?

Even if you've ever been summoned by a Nicolo priest, that's only a private matter.

No courtesy or anything else was demanded of the common people.

"Aren't you trying to bring out a small captain?"

That was Kirik's opinion.

"Born?"

From an unexpected point of view, I turned to Kirik.

"It was at the head of the regiment (of ours), too. To some extent, if you set a pattern or become famous, you will be called to the banquet (party) of that hand. I'm a civilian, so it's only a rare beast face. So if we do well, we can get the aristocracy together. Even nobles want to see their faces if they want to entrust them with important tasks."

I mean, is that the clergy version of it?

You mean to sell your face as a katana of the Nicolo priest and appeal to you as a faction person?

"I don't want to be born..."

You can live abundantly enough just to make shoes and booklets with the support of adventurers, and that's fine.

I can only smell trouble if I'm serious, and I don't think I can do it as well in society as Jilboa did.

"So, what do we do with the reply?

I couldn't help but find myself annoyed by the face of the bookkeeper asking at my pace without worrying about this grid.