Ascendance of a Bookworm

As I cling to Ralph's back, bluffing my legs, I could see the gates of the outer walls.

The outer walls are walls to protect the city and are fairly high when viewed up close. It is about 2 to 3 floors tall and thick in Japanese buildings. There's a gate to the east, west, north and south of the outer wall, and they've got a few soldiers checking out people entering the city.

The gate in front of you is the south gate and you can see a few soldiers. One of them should be my father.

I don't know which one my father is, but Touri seems to have figured it out. I hugged the wrap and ran away waving my hands wide.

"Father!

"Thuri, what's going on!?

"I'm here to deliver something I forgot. You're here, right?

Blinking his eyes to his father in surprise, Tulli handed him the wrap he had nickeled.

Kind. Too kind, Touri. How dare I not give such kind words to my father when he was Reino? Even now, he says, "When you forget to go, your mother's mood is plummeting and this one's annoying? Forgot your morning condition?" I have a problem with my heart coming out on its own.

"Oh, thank God....... uhm? You've let mine go!?

After receiving the offered wrap as if it were a hoe, my father frowned. Apparently, all I could see was my beloved daughter Touri, and the Ralphs, of course, haven't noticed the beloved daughter part 2 being carried.

Touri sifted and shook his head, pointing to Ralph.

"Yeah, I'm here with you. Look, Ralph carried me."

"Huh? Oh, yeah"

Feeling so bad that it wasn't in his eyes, my father put Pong and his hand on Ralph's head as he let his gaze wander slightly.

"I'm sorry you had to carry me, Ralph"

"I'm going to the woods. Come on."

Ralph lowered me from his back, scratching my head at my squeamish and my father's, looking annoying. And take your own baggage that Faye and Lutz were letting you hold.

"Thanks, Ralph. Thanks Lutz and Faye too."

I escorted Ralph and the others out of the gate to go to the woods, and I and Thuri were asked to enter the waiting room at the gate.

The outer walls are thick enough to make about six tatami rooms in the walls, not that big, but they also have waiting rooms and dormitories. The waiting room is just a room with a few simple tables and chairs and one cupboard.

It's like when you go on a sightseeing trip to a foreign country, and when you're tempted, someone from my father's colleague puts water in you.

"You're such good daughters to deliver forgotten things"

From home to the gate, it takes about 20 minutes to walk on Touri's feet, so I would very much appreciate the care you put in the water.

The water put in the wooden cup is squeaky all at once and exhales loud and puffy.

"Ha. Yum. You're coming back."

"Mine barely walked himself, did he?

Everyone laughed in unison when they heard Touri's words pointing at his lips.

I'll try to swell up a lot, but Ralph has seen me carrying him, so I can't even argue with him.

A soldier came into the room alone as I drank a change while everyone laughed at me. Take a wooden box like a toolbox from the shelf and leave the room immediately.

I frowned unexpectedly at the rush.

"Dad, isn't something wrong?

"A cautious guy will just have come to the gate. It's not that worrying."

Wave patsy and my father tells me not to worry, but seeing how hasty it is makes me a little worried. Will it really be okay?

'Cause this is the gate, and the gatekeeper's gonna bum out, right? Doesn't that sound like a troublesome flag?

Behind my heart, Tulli leaned his neck so tightly with a look that he didn't feel a sense of crisis at all.

"What kind of man is caution? Have I seen it?

He can't immediately think of anyone in Touri who would panic the gatekeeper at the gates he always passes.

My father searches for words as he strokes his beard jolly flat in his hand.

"Uh, the evil side of criminality somewhere, or vice versa, nobility like you'd better get ahead of your lord"

"Heh..."

Evil people, it seems, are judged solely by their faces. But from a living environment, I don't even think the transmission of information is developing, so I might have no choice but to stop and find out who looks like a criminal.

"You have to wait in the other room, and it's up there to decide if I can let you in the city."

Oh. So there are some waiting rooms at the gate? Convinced.

I'm sure waiting rooms for nobles and bad guys faces vary from size to furniture. Every world is intelligent, isn't it?

While I was thinking about it, the young soldier came right back with something round like a crate and a barrel. That look has no sense of urgency whatsoever. As my father put it, it didn't seem like a big deal.

And I stood in front of my father in my left hand with the luggage I had in my hand and slapped my left chest twice with my right fist. Given that my father also stood up and corrected his posture and returned the same gesture, it is perhaps a salute to this world.

Otto, please report.

I groaned small at my father's stern face that I had never seen at home, oops. It's so fresh because I only know how sloppy it looks. You look pretty cool.

"Count Rowinwald wants the walls open."

"What's the seal?

"Confirmed"

"All right, let it pass."

Otto sat in the chair in front of me after another salute. I put a crate on my desk and spread out another thing I had in my hand.

Smooth, a little thicker than paper, with a slight smell. Besides, my eyes nail.

Parchment!?

I don't know if it's really parchment, but it's like a piece of paper made of animal skin. I can't read it, but the letters of this world are written there.

In front of me gazing open, Otto brought a pen of a plant like an ink pot and reed pen from inside the toolbox and began to write something on the parchment.

Whoa, whoa! There's someone here who can write letters!

He's the first civilized man in this world. I'd love to know the letters of this world!

Looking at Otto's hand so he could eat in with that in mind, my father said, "What's up?," he put his hands on his head.

Looking up at my father, I pointed to what appeared to be parchment. I have to check my name. I can't even ask next time.

"Dad, Dad. This, what?

"Oh, it's parchment. Paper made of goat or sheep skin"

"What's black over here?

"Ink and pen."

As expected.

I found paper and ink, so now I can make a book safely.

As I endure my desire to leap and rejoice, I gather my hands in front of my chest all the time, and look up to my father. It's a whole-hearted snake.

"Hey, Dad. This, hey."

"No. It's not a kid's toy."

My snare was lightly dismissed for trying to completely push out the cuteness of these days.

Of course, just because it was rejected doesn't make it so easy to give up. I have trouble getting a sweet look at the adhesion to my book that I was told would eat up like a spoon and not peel off like a hot cake.

"I want to write about this. I want it. Please."

"No, no! Mine probably doesn't even know how to write, does he?

Sure, if I didn't know the letters, I wouldn't need paper or ink. That is why the Father's words will be my greatest chance.

"Then tell me because I'll remember. If you remember, can you give me this?

A young low-end soldier can write, so even a boss-like father can naturally write.

I didn't think there was anyone in our house who could write a letter without a piece of paper, but this is a really delightful miscalculation. If my father could teach me how to write, it might not be my dream to read books in this world.

Feeling one step closer to my ambition, someone blew out a "fuzzy" near me with a full grin. Looking for the source and circling his gaze, he laughed like he said Otto, who was listening to parent-child exchanges over parchment paper and ink, was overwhelmed.

"Hahaha, 'tell me' cause... cunt, the squad leader didn't like writing, did he?

At that moment, I heard a crack in Pakin and my ambitions. I can see for myself that my smile froze like I was showered with cold water.

"Huh? Dad, can't you write?

"I can read and write some. I have paperwork, so I need to be able to read the letters, but I don't need any more letters than I do about my job. It's enough to hear and write the names of people coming from the extra space."

"Hmmm......"

I stare at my father with cold eyes making excuses with a musty face.

I mean, my father's literacy level is in Japan. Aye. Can you read your table and write the names of your friends in your class? I don't know, maybe.

So much so that Otto, who seems young, says "I don't like it". So your friend's name is also sometimes at the wrong grade level, I'm sure.

Blah, I can't use it.

"Come on, don't look at your father like that."

He blamed my attitude with the look of Otto rubbing his mind, the culprit who dropped his father's stock in me. And explain the soldier's work in such a way as to defend his father.

"A soldier is a job of policing the city, but the cavalier class comes when you get an inquiry when there's a big incident in the city that involves a nobleman, and you're done reporting small incidents verbally. I don't touch letters very often. If you write a person's name, it's enough."

My father strained his chest a lot, too, to see if he had reconsidered his support for Otto. He was surprisingly hurt by my cold gaze.

"If I were a peasant, I'd only be able to read as many letters as a village chief, so my father would be amazing enough"

"Bye, great dad. I want this. Hey, dude."

If it's amazing, I want my pretty daughter to give me about 100 sheets of paper as Baburn.

As I stared into my father's eyes, my father stepped back, frightened.

"... it's like a month's salary flying away in one piece, can you do it to a child"

What is it? January Salary!? Hey, parchment, how expensive is it!?

Well, it sure doesn't have to be a kid, it's not like I can give you a wheel.

Same reason there's no paper in the house, same reason I don't see a bookstore in the city. It means it's not as expensive as it can be bought by civilians.

It's no use saying you want paper to make a book with us that only pays your family enough to finally live. You can't possibly buy it for me.

I pounded my head lightly as Otto comforted me, dropping my shoulders with a sob.

"In the first place, we don't sell to stores where civilians come in and out. Because paper is used by large merchants and officials who need to be connected to nobility and nobility, and not by children. If you want to study words, why don't you use a tablet? You want me to give it to the guy I used to use?

"Is that okay!? Glad!"

Nod immediately and promise to get stone slabs thank you very much. Because of this, I also want to study words, so let's appoint Otto as my teacher.

"Thank you, Mr. Otto. Teach me the letter, surely. I'm counting on you."

Next to me smiling, my father had a very pitiful face compared to me and Otto, but I decided not to look.

Being able to practice words and getting stone slabs is what brings my mind to life, but what I want is a book, and all I need is paper.

Because I can't save it on a tablet. A tablet is like a blackboard that is written many times to be erased and used. That's fine if you practice to remember the letters, but stone slabs don't make a book.

There's so much out of the math that civilians can't even sell me paper.

How do I make a book when I don't have any paper?

If you can't get the paper, what do you do? What am I supposed to do?

You can make it yourself.

Before I make a book, I seem to have to start from where I make the paper. But making paper wouldn't be that easy. I don't think I can do much with an extension of my child's play.

Ugh, the journey to the book, far away!