Klein hadn't sent me a message through Sefirah Castle this time, but mailed me a letter instead?
Nimrod raised an eyebrow and headed for the villa's second floor.
Only after locking his door and setting up a Wall of Spirituality did he sit down at the desk in his room, unfold the letter he had just opened, and begin reading it under the bright light.
Unlike his residence in Tingen City, this house had distinctly tasteful furnishings that looked carefully designed. After all, "Dionysus Fried" was supposed to be a publisher and an impoverished noble whose ancestors had lost their noble status, now returning to Backlund to start afresh.
Of course, the details were somewhat lacking. Never mind comparing it to a great noble house like the Hall Family-even the furnishings in the home of a minor noble such as Viscount Glaint were far more meticulous than those here.
To Nimrod, this was another kind of "deceit"-deceiving the Church's Beyonders and other nobles.
For an impoverished noble desperate to regain his noble status, even an earnest effort to preserve aristocratic etiquette and taste would inevitably fall short in the details compared to established nobles with generations of accumulated wealth.
This was also the so-called "nine truths and one lie" approach to withstanding investigation. To Nimrod, aside from the fact that he was not the fictional "Dionysus," everything about "Dionysus" was real, enough even to fool an official Beyonder's scrutiny.
And "divination" could not penetrate Nimrod's level either. Even if a True God personally divined Dionysus's identity, the only answer would be, "Everything is normal."
Under the faintly yellow light, lines of "Rosellean" entered Nimrod's eyes. He narrowed them, finding the letter's format somewhat odd:
"August 16. Nimrod."
"Ah, since I'm writing to you, I'll dispense with the formalities. But I'm