Ascendance of a Bookworm

"Then you'll have meat later. It's time to buy a lot and keep it salted or smoked."

My mother, who has finished buying vegetables and fruits, enters the back of the market. They line up close to the outer walls selling meat.

"Why do you buy a lot?

"We have to do the winter shift, right? This is the best time of the year to sell a lot of meat because every farmer leaves as much livestock as they can winterize and crush the others. Animals also nourish their winter cages so they can get delicious fat meat."

"... uh, winter is something that will lose the market too?

"Of course, right? Few vegetables can be picked in the winter. The number of times the market opens will be much less."

It's obvious if you think about it, but I had no idea.

Even in Japan, until house cultivation flourished, vegetables were seasonal, and local consumers were the norm until distribution developed. In an age when refrigerators and freezers were ready and could not be preserved in a fresh state, preserved food should have been something to prepare in one's own home.

"... I've never had a winter shift."

"Did I say something?

"Yeah."

Saving food at home. I wonder where we're going to save it in that small house? Even storage isn't that big, is it?

I can't help you much. I'm a toddler who won't be scolded so much, and I'm really glad.

"... ku, smell"

Smells like meat.

As the butcher approaches, the odor becomes stronger. My mother walked with a normal face in front of me walking holding my nose down.

Was meat smelling so bad? Ugh, I have a bad feeling about it.

Even as he held his nose and breathed with his mouth, he reached the point where the butcher stood in line when the air coming from his mouth was stinking and tearful.

Besides bacon and ham, the butcher was lined with thighs whose toenails still left the shape of an animal. Behind the store hangs bloody animals, lined with rabbits and birds with white eyes peeled and tongues sloppy.

"Higgie, ahhh!

"What's wrong, Mine!?

Honestly, the butcher in this world was too irritating for me when it was completely dismantled and I had only seen packed meat that was cut into bite sizes if I was bad.

I have goosebumps all over my body, and my tears creep up. I want to close my eyes and not look, but once I open them, they stay fixed and don't move like I forgot how to close them.

"Mine!? Mine!?"

My mother rocks her sagginess and mine.

That's when the pig popped into his eyes screaming about being dismantled. Around, there's a bunch of smiling people who look like they're having fun, waiting now or now for the pig to be killed.

Why does everyone seem to have so much fun?

Niyanya, are you laughing?

Stop, stop, stop! Scary!

"Hih!?

With a small scream, I passed out on the spot before the last blow was made to the pig.

Something poured into my mouth.

It's a rather irritating, dull liquid with an alcoholic odor. Unlike what I consciously drank myself, unexpected alcohol entered my trachea.

I cough up and let my eyes go black and white, and I jump up.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Ooh!"

Is it booze!? Which one of these fools did you give your favorite toddler to drink?!? What will you do if you get acute alcohol addiction!?

When I opened my eyes with excitement, I saw a mother holding a liquor bottle.

"Mine, have you noticed? Good. You noticed."

"Koho!... Mother?

It's a little hard to put out in your mouth because you hug me with a horny face, but in your heart, can I say it?

Don't make a toddler drink this strong! That, too, is just a sick toddler who is dying of a high fever and finally has just dropped his fever!? Are you going to kill me? Are you stupid? Are you going to die?

"Come on, Mine. If you notice, I'll go buy some meat."

"Huh!?

I shook my neck unwittingly. The sight just now is burning completely in the back of my brain. It's a sight I'm going to dream about for a while, and I don't want to go to that place, even though I have goosebumps just to think about it.

Using liquor for sickness and toddler notices, or trying to take my daughter to the butcher again who fainted in front of the butcher... Could this mother be quite a livestock?

"... yep, still disgusting... sitting here. Mother, go."

"Huh? But..."

Turning aside my reluctant mother, I turn around and ask the aunt of the store. Make sure my mother knows where she is before she takes me.

"Um, aunt, let me wait here. Don't bother me, I'm sitting still."

"You're a small but solid little girl. They're buying you booze, too, that's fine. Finish your shopping quickly. Hey. I'm telling you it's disgusting. It's gonna be tough if you take the kid around and fall down again, right?

Perhaps my mother bought a liquor for her notices, an aunt from an alcoholic stall, who lightly undertakes it with a laugh of kara.

My uncle at the grocery store next door looked at me with pity and invited me.

"If you're in the store, some of the guys are going to take it..."

My uncle put me in the back, so don't hesitate to let me sit down.

I feel like the strong alcohol that was just put in my mouth is roaming around in my body. It's dangerous to move around now. Even if you fall for acute alcoholism, no one will notice the cause, in the sense.

As you sit back and gaze at the products of the two shops blurry, the liquor store seems to be in season when just a new fruit liquor arrives, with one customer after another buying into a smaller barrel. In contrast, grocery stores have dull feet.

What the hell is a grocery store in this world selling?

If you look at the products that line the grocery stores, you don't know how most of them use them. Point to the item in line with the mess in front of you and ask your uncle.

"Uncle, this, what?

"Has the lady ever used it yet? It's not what you use to weave cloth. This is a trick to hunt."

My uncle, who seems to have no guests and is free, gives me answers to each and every one of my fingers. All that counts as daily necessities in this city is something I don't know. Trying to explore Mine's memory, I don't remember much interest.

Heh, and looking at the product with admiration, I could see a thick, large back cover that was just one book, but well-fitted, on the corner of the grocery alongside the mess.

It is a fitting that seems to be in a glass case even in the library, with fine finishing on all corners with gold on the cover of the skin. Feels like it's about 40 centimeters tall. I won't even be able to hold it now.

Not a book!? That, maybe, not a book!?

The moment I find the book like a fitting, my vision gets all rosy stained. My heart cleared brighter and clearer at once, as darker rain clouds were paid off all at once.

"Oh, uncle! This!? What is this!?

"Oh, it's a book."

Yay! I finally found it! There it is, book! There's only one book, but there it is!

A book I found in despair that it might not exist in this world. I stare at the back cover, trembling with emotion.

It looks pretty big and heavy, and it's a great decorated book. It seems expensive from wherever you look at it, and I don't feel like you can buy it no matter how much you treat me.

But some books must be smaller and easier to hold because they exist. I asked my uncle with such impetus as to devour him.

"Uncle, do you know where the store sells books is?

"Shops? No stores."

My tension drops all at once when my uncle sees me like, "What are you talking about, this kid?"

Um, what do you mean there's a book, but there's no bookstore?

"... Huh? Why? You're selling it here?

"The book is borrowed and written from the author, because it's too expensive to be sold that way, etc. This is also your aristocratic draft, which you can no longer repay your debts, and is not yet for sale. Well, it'll be for sale soon, but it's not like you're a nobleman who wants to buy something like this."

You aristocrats! If I had been born a nobleman in Temple Street, another world reincarnated, I could have read a book! Why am I a civilian?

Gently murdered the nobleman. It's too blessed to be surrounded by books from birth. How can you?

"Is this the first time you've seen a book?

To the words of my uncle, I kept my eyes open from the book and nodded again and again.

I've never seen a book in this world before. And this could be our last encounter, more than a sale and no bookstore.

... then!

"Uncle! I need a favor!

I gripped my fist tightly, and once I stood up and corrected my posture, I knelt on the spot.

"What? Suddenly what happened?

Suddenly my uncle opened his eyes slightly to me with his knees and hands on the ground.

It's the basics in the basics that show more sincerity than I ask you to do here.

Speaking of the form of good faith, dungeon.

Keep your head down and tell me honestly how you feel.

"I know I can't buy it, so at least, let me touch that book. I want to cheek. At the very least, I want to enjoy just the smell of ink!

And, I asked sincerely, but the scene and the painful silence just filled me with nothing back.

When I looked up in horror, for some reason my uncle looked at me with a mixed eye of amazement and disgust, like he had chewed up a bitter bug, like he had seen an incredible pervert up close.

Is that it? Doesn't feel like there's some kind of sincerity going on?

"Hey, I don't understand what you're talking about... It's not safe to let the lady touch you."

"Oh, shit!?

I tried to ask again, and there was an out-of-time voice.

"Mine, wait. Let's go."

"Mother."

Hearing my mother's voice, I could not help but cry.

Even though the book is right there, I haven't touched it yet. I haven't even smelled it.

"What's wrong, Mine? Did they do something?

"Chi, no, no!

All of a sudden I shook my head in a panic at the figure of my mother, who turned her swordswallowing gaze to the shopkeeper.

If you don't hurry and solve the misunderstanding, you will revenge your grace for telling me about the book, hiding from going to the butcher because of it.

"I feel sick around here. Mom, what did you give him to drink earlier? It's been weird ever since I woke up."

"... oh, maybe you were too smart with the liquor you noticed. When you get home, just drink some water and be quiet, you'll be fine."

My mother nods as convinced, but she doesn't think anything about letting her child drink. All you have to do is pull your hand and urge me to go home.

I looked back and laughed nicely at the two liquor stores and the grocery store.

"Thanks for letting me sit down"

Don't forget to thank me or I'll be mentally restless. I didn't seem to have had the habit of bowing my head out of my memory, so I shook my smile for a moment.

Smiles are essential for smooth relationships. They both smiled and dropped me off, so they had the effect of smiling.

"Mine, are you still sick?

"... yeah"

Word short, I hold hands with my mother and walk towards the house with potatoes. Bookstores still don't exist in the street stores on the way home.

I had a child-friendly picture book for my mother today, and I was going to learn a little bit of writing, but it ended in vain.

Even though once there was a lord's castle and a city with splendid stone gates, there was no such thing as a bookshop in this city. I was told that books are not for sale, so maybe there are no bookstores in the world, not just in this city.

Desperate.

Didn't God think it would be cruel to tell Reino the Book Madness to live without a book, who had just skipped dinner two days a day and was satisfied with a book?

At least if I could be reincarnated into a nobleman...... Kuh! I can't believe you reincarnated into civilian life... God, did I do something wrong?

No matter what I say to my parents that I want to be a nobleman who can buy a book, it will be lightly flushed as a cute grunt for my dream child. I can't tell you I didn't want to be born into this family.

But I want to be a nobleman. Even if I couldn't be a nobleman, at least I wanted the financial strength to be able to buy and fish the fallen nobleman's grass.

I just learned that I get hit by an environment that is so terrible, but I never get a book even when I'm crying. Even though the bookstore doesn't exist, there's no way you can get it.

If you can't get it, what do you do?

We'll have to make it ourselves, won't we?

The truth is, I want books from this world, but I can't say luxury. In order to quickly fulfill your request, we'll be a little behind in remembering this letter and making a book in Japanese that we still remember.

If this happens, I don't choose the means.

I'll definitely get the book!