An Old Country Bumpkin Gets into a Long Conversation

“No... That’d be completely out of place for me.”

I turned down Allucia’s proposal for the time being. Who would willingly put themselves in a situation like that? Even if I did attend, it’d suit me just fine to hang back and quietly keep watch.

“Even so, you do have an appointment letter bearing the royal seal.”

“Hmm...”

Allucia pressed the point, explaining her reasoning.

That was a hard argument to counter.

It was true that I hadn’t been formally knighted, so I wasn’t a knight. But I was also an instructor appointed by the king. The letter of appointment she’d shown me the day we reunited in Bidden Village made that clear.

I had no intention of asking His Majesty directly what he meant by it—and couldn’t bring myself to do so, either. But since I’d been formally appointed by one of the country’s highest authorities, I couldn’t exactly push back if they told me I ought to at least offer my greetings.

“It’ll be a fine opportunity to make Beryl-dono’s name known in other countries!”

“Oh, stop. You’re making too much of it.”...