Kapitel 56: Mr Irwin's Deteriorating Condition

For the love of all things caffeinated and drenched in chocolate, how is it possible that there are more than a hundred ways to greet people from every corner of the realm, and she's expected to master them all?

Is she a magician?

"This shouldn't be too difficult for you, considering your noble upbringing." Said her instructor, who appeared to be a woman in her fifties, with her light brown hair neatly tied in a bun, but from the way she carried herself and graceful manner of speaking, it was hard to tell. "Surely, you're already familiar with some of these, having likely encountered other royals from different realms."

Her instructor remarked with a firm yet calm tone. "Interacting with supernatural beings can indeed be quite challenging, but if there's one thing they cherish, it's being greeted in a manner that is customary to them." She explained, and Esme suppressed a wide smile as she nodded, lest her innocent cheeks betray her amusement.