An Excuse to Take Out the Notebook

Backlund, North Borough, beneath St. Samuel Cathedral.

In the spacious room, a man and a woman danced gracefully, arms linked.

An elegant, winding court dance melody echoed through the room, yet there was no orchestra in sight. On closer inspection, one could spot a chair opposite them, with a metal-cased music box placed atop it. The grand and intricate music was actually coming from that tiny music box.

"You seem rather impatient."

During a pause in the melody, Daly leaned slightly closer and spoke to Luther.

Although their steps were perfectly coordinated, the sensitive lady had detected a change in her partner's mood from his subtle movements.

"Can people talk while dancing?"

Luther asked without changing his expression.

"Of course. In fact, taking the initiative to converse with the lady while dancing this kind of dance is proper etiquette." Daly chuckled. "That is why the choice of topic is important too. Different subjects may need to be brought up based on the other person's status and experiences."

What a bother.

Luther thought silently.

Why did he need to know the social etiquette of those nobles?

Boring, hollow, and pretentiously refined. In truth, it only highlighted the poverty of their souls.

"Heh... Your Excellency, you've drifted off again."

Daly slightly tightened the hand gripping his arm, reminding him.

"Yes, sorry."

Luther came back to himself and replied.

At Archbishop Anthony's request, he was undergoing intensive ballroom training under Daly here. From social etiquette to the details of conversation, then to dance steps... these complicated and meaningless things were truly vexing. Luther would rather fight hundreds of cultists than remain here another few minutes.

But since he had already studied for so long, he should take it seriously and try to finish class sooner.

Come to think of it, he had not