“Thanks to you… Thank you, Your Eminence.”
Raywin had now become quite proficient in formal speech. As always, the affable assassin, Ash, worried about his Hyung.
“Ray Hyung, why did you drink so much?”
“Just…”
No one delved deeper into his evasive words. After all, everyone knew the situation. Ash’s earlier words were more of a reproach than a question.
Ash said, “When you drink next time, please call me too. I’ll keep you company so you won’t be lonely, Ray Hyung.”
“Yes, thank you…”
“You’re planning a drinking session? Then please call us too.”
“Priest Hestio, Sir Ifeil, shouldn’t you two abstain from drinking?”
Here, Hilde stepped forward. “There is no prohibition on drinking in the teachings of the Church of the Word!”
“Ah, is that so, Your Eminence.”
“Yes. So, please be sure to call me too, Young Duke!”
“Ah, yes.”
Seeing Raywin’s flustered response and Hilde’s enthusiasm, Printz laughed with a rumble in his throat.
“Since we’re at it, how about we all gather at Duke Hispenril’s castle this evening? I’ll ask Grandfather to arrange a place.”
“Oh, Brother Rinz! Such initiative!”
“Sounds good!”
“Good, Oppa.”
“Since everyone agrees, let’s go inside now. It’s time for the service.”
“Yes,…