"Interesting."
Amon looked at the Outer Deity beside him, who claimed he wanted to resurrect his father, and replied with a chuckle:
"I agree."
While Lin Chuan carried Amon around the Forsaken Land of the Gods, trying to teach him about humanity, courage, and sacrifice...
Friday, July 6, 4 p.m.
A sudden downpour struck Tingen, rain pattering against every window throughout the day.
In the living room of No. 6 Daffodil Street, Klein and Lin Chuan sat on the sofa purchased the day before, enjoying the afternoon tea on the table and chatting about this and that.
-Getting to know the neighbors was an indispensable part of renting a home for people who considered themselves middle class, and Klein had come to No. 6 Daffodil Street for a morning call.
"...So I don't understand. Why are visits between two and six in the afternoon called morning calls?"
Klein picked up a glass of sweet iced tea, gulped it down, and asked in bewilderment.
"I don't know either," Lin Chuan said, setting down his lemon cake. "Maybe it has something to do with the meaning of the word."
He picked up a glass of sweet iced tea as well, took a sip, and said:
"For those nobles, all the hours between getting up and dinner count as daytime, so they call it a 'morning call.'"
"Is that so?" Klein nodded thoughtfully, then asked with curiosity, "Where did you read that? In a newspaper?"
Before his visit, Benson had mentioned that explanations of social etiquette, such as "morning calls," generally appeared in newspapers intended for families and women.
The thought of Lin Chuan reading that sort of newspaper struck Klein as oddly incongruous.
*Hmm, how should I put it... he doesn't seem to have much to do with either of those