"What... are you trying to do to my wife?"
Just as Reinhard was about to lift Theresia's conical hat, Fang Mo seized the moment and suddenly grabbed his wrist.
"Uh."
Hearing Fang Mo's accusation, Reinhard's expression seemed to stiffen slightly, but he still insisted, "I understand this is rude, but there is something I must confirm no matter what..."
"Oh, is that so?"
Fang Mo suddenly smiled. "There's something I forgot to tell you. Little Cai and I aren't from this country, so we have customs entirely different from yours, especially when it comes to partners... There are a great many taboos."
"Another country?"
Reinhard asked instinctively, "Could Your Excellency be from the northern nation of Gusteko?"
"Where we come from, touching a woman without permission is extremely rude."
Fang Mo did not answer him, merely shooting Natsuki Subaru a sidelong glance. "I know you have plenty of strange etiquette here... hand-kissing and the like. But cultures differ, and where we come from, that already counts as a highly offensive act."
"Hm?"
Hearing this from nearby, Natsuki Subaru suddenly recalled the scene he had witnessed yesterday.
That was right. Someone had knelt on one knee and kissed Emilia's hand, and Fang Mo had earnestly lectured him afterward.
Remembering that incident—
Natsuki Subaru immediately turned to look at the purple-haired man.
At the same time, Fang Mo spoke again. "Of course, what you just did was even ruder. No... to a husband, that already counts as an open provocation. So this is the character of the strongest Sword Saint of this age?"
"That isn't it."
Reinhard shook his head in explanation. "I have a reason for doing this. Your wife reminded me of a deceased relative, and even her Divine Protection..."
"You said it yourself. That relative is already dead."
Before