He wasn't aware that his impeccable handwriting had astonished the bishop and the little girl. The Hero set down the exquisite feather pen.
As the Noble Lady of the Viscount's House, although her parents always embraced a laissez-faire attitude with her, they never lacked in providing the material needs she should have.
For the things a noble lady should learn, the Hero could say she hadn't missed a single one.
However, for a Battle Mage, no matter how much of this she learned, none of it would count towards any form of evaluation.
One could even say it's expected, much like breathing, and only receiving strange looks if praised for how smoothly one breathes.
Similarly, with calligraphy, although the Hero had earnestly learned how to write, she lacked anyone around her who could discern the value of her handwriting.
Even if she had shown it to close friends or others, limited by their perspectives, the most they could offer was a remark like, "Your writing is really beautiful."
