Ascendance of a Bookworm

The invitation to Otto's house was officially received by Corinna through Otto. It was a thin board with letters on it.

"I just can't answer it alone. I need to ask my mother..."

It would be strange to send out invitations to pre-christening children for as much or as little as anything. Isn't it usually intended for parents? Because I have to ask my parents to confirm my absence.

With that said, Otto raised his brow gently and shook his head.

"Aren't you the only one in the family who can read the letters properly? Besides, I can't refuse this invitation. If I say no, your mother and sister could get out of work."

"Huh!? Duh, what do you mean!?

Corinna seems to be a great sewing guild because her parents are wealthy chambers of commerce and she is capable in person.

After various explanations, I understood that if Tulli, a needle apprentice, was in a position like a flat or part-time employee, and my mother, who works in dyeing, was in a position like an assistant manager, Corinna was in a position like an officer.

Identity society, scared. You can't refuse, can you, yeah?

If this is not a Corinna invitation, but an invitation from Otto, it seems possible to say no under my father's authority. Quite difficult.

"Besides, I thought I'd take this opportunity to study invitations."

"I see. I'll take care of you"

I studied the invitation and how to write its reply as I watched the invitation with Otto.

"It's an invitation from Master Corinna!? Huh? Mine!? Why!?"

"Otto told me you wanted to try 'Simple Lincoln'."

"Well! Oh my God!?

My mother panicked when she saw the formal invitation I took home.

For the first time in too much of my mother's panic, I said, "Should I have said no? When I asked," I peeled my eyes off excitedly and got angry.

"I can't say no! Make sure there's no coarse phase!

"Yes! I'll be careful"

Apparently, it's closer to a subpoena than an invitation.

From there my mother hastily began to new my apron. They're rude in their usual clothes to go to Corinna's.

Take every precaution that you can come up with to me, because there must be no crude resemblance to invitations from the rich while making them.

I'm just going to teach Corinna how to use Simple Lincoln, but it's been kind of an awesome fuss.

"Nice, just Mine...... I'm the one who made it."

"Can I come with Touri, Mother?

"No! I didn't even invite you."

I'm the one who thought about Simple Linshan, but what I've made so far is Thuri.

Though I think Touri deserves to go too, it still seems rude here to take uninvited people on his own, leaving a message no matter how envious Touri is.

Otto and I met in Central Square on the same three bells as the last meeting.

On my usual clothes I put on a new apron that my mother made for me and I go with my father to Central Square. I put it in my tote bag, not forgetting Simple Lincian and Jin in a small pot.

Otto is already waiting near the fountain in Central Square and I will be handed over to Otto by my father.

"Sergeant, you don't have to worry. I'll take care of it responsibly. Well, let's go, Mine."

"Yeah. I'm coming, Dad"

"Ah."

After waving at my father and breaking up, Otto began walking against the walls.

They have Otto's house close to the walls. The closer it is to the walls where the aristocrats are, the higher the rent, so Otto's house will be in a so-called luxury residential area.

"Mr. Otto, you're a soldier, but you live near the walls?

"A room was set up over Corinna's parents' house. My brother-in-law, who doesn't want to let go of her lovely sister, says he can live here."

"Ha, I see..."

Speaking of which, I think I heard Otto was like an adopted son-in-law. Indeed, without the assistance of my daughter-in-law's parents, I wouldn't be able to live here on the salary of a lower-end soldier.

He said that he had taken all his property to buy citizenship, and maybe, at the beginning of the marriage, his daughter-in-law's officials also had a head.

The situation of those around me changes little by little from my area of life. The cloth joints are gone, and the design uses a lot of flickering cloth.

The condition of the stores lined up on the ground floor also changed. The store itself will grow, with more employees and more customers entering and leaving. There are more carriages coming and going down the boulevard and fewer robbers pulling luggage cars.

It was shocking that there was a difference between clarity and hierarchy so far in the same city as far as I could walk.

I read it in a book and somehow knew it as knowledge, but the imagination is completely different from what I actually see. blinking my eyes, I observed my surroundings.

"This is the third floor."

"Third floor!?

Otto's house was on the third floor of a seven-story building.

The first floor is a store, and the second floor above it is largely inhabited by the family of the owner of the store. The third to sixth floors are rented out and the seventh floor is often the apprenticeship and employee room of the store's dwelling. The closer you are to the street and the closer you are to the well, the higher the rent. We're somewhat on the fifth floor of a place close to the gate, so I want you to guess the income situation.

The fact that a room was prepared over my daughter-in-law's home meant that my daughter-in-law would be the lady in this big store.

... You've been allowed to marry a lot. Surprise. In a traveler and a lady from the Chamber of Commerce, I feel pretty different, but what about in this world?

"I'm home, Corinna. I brought you mine."

"There you are, Mine. You've come a long way. I am Corinna. I'm Otto's wife."

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Corinna. Mine. I always take care of Mr. Otto."

The first time I saw Corinna, she was a surprisingly cute, adorable woman.

Light cream-colored hair, like a collection of moonlight, is fluffy put together, highlighting the relaxed neck muscles. The eyes are also silver-like gray, pale in colour throughout, and look dazzling.

Yet, big tits. I'm out of here gleefully, and my hips are cuddly and creepy.

Mr. Otto's delicious!

Passed into the reception room, I exhaled gently, ha, to the tapestry of patchwork on the wall and to the decorated work of Corinna.

I've never seen a decorated family before since I started living here.

I can tell from the decorations made using tons of clothes and pieces that it is probably a room for talking about work with my client. The tastefully decorated room on a colorful cloth was somewhat of a hospitable atmosphere.

However, still, it was much more qualitative than I had imagined as a wealthy merchant's house. Neither a round table nor a chair is furniture that is carved or glossy polished of anything, but a simple one with the wood intact.

Indeed, the furniture of the Nordic ones is simple, because they are not tired of using it for long periods of time, so this area, which is closed to snow in winter, may also be making furniture with that intention.

"Thank you for taking the time to come. I was so excited to hear you were going to clean my hair."

With herbal tea in, Corinna also has an atmosphere of a well-groomed lady from the gentle voice she calls, a soothing system in which a relaxed atmosphere makes her crave for asylum.

"I'll come. I was also very excited to hear from Otto about Corinna. Not only was it beautiful and cute, but I heard more about the taste of this room and the clothes lined up."

"... you're a really good lady. Plus, beautiful hair as I was asking. Can I be like this, too?

Corinna strokes my hair in a nagging manner.

To make the product look more valuable, I started using Simple Lincoln last night and it was polished by my mother and Touri. Today I am more than usual.

"Quickly, do you want to clean it?

Corinna sparkled her face as she took the kettle out of her tote bag.

He's a cute guy with an honest emotional expression. Otto can also snort to drown.

"I want to wash my hair, so I need to be ready to take a bath. Can I have some water in the bucket and a cloth to wipe my hair?

"A bath?

Not Corinna, Otto peeled off her eyes and flipped her voice to surprise her.

"... the only thing you wash is your hair, Mr. Otto. Um, while Otto is getting ready, Mr. Corinna can get dressed wet."

"Yep."

"... what, keep your clothes on"

It's not a child's rutz, and that's exactly what I'm not telling an elderly woman to take it off.... I mean, why, do you sound disappointed?

The hard work is all about men's work. Let Otto move and get ready for a bath.

I laid a cloth in the bedroom and had the water carried, so I prepared a cloth to wipe my hair and placed a small kettle side by side.

"... this. What are we gonna do with this?

With intriguing eyes Otto waves the kettle, peeks inside, and smells it.

If Otto were here, even after washing him, I'd get a tingle of a feeling that things were going to be very troublesome with all kinds of hands, mouths and going into the world between Corinna and the two of us.

"No man can do it. When you're ready, Mr. Otto can wait in the other room."

"Huh? I'm your husband, huh?

"If you're a husband, you just have to look at your beautiful wife and praise her. Don't be wild to see the fashionable process."

"Well, Otto can wait in the other room."

Corinna and I drove Otto out of the bedroom, willing to sit down.

I hear footsteps roaming in front of the room, but when I ignore them and take the kettle, in front of Corinna, I pour it into the bucket.

"This, I say 'Simple Lincoln', put this much water in the bucket, this much"

"Yep."

"I will soak my hair in this and wash it. Hair, can you untie me?

I'm going to put Corinna's untied hair on a barrel in such a way as to fear it. Apparently, Corinna's hair hasn't been as dirty as I expected since I took a water bath before.

Wash over and over again with liquid so that the scalp is clean.

"Wash this area with special regard."

"... it feels good to have people wash you. I've never known that before."

"Mr. Otto would wash it if you asked, wouldn't he?

Instead, I feel like I don't have to ask for it.

"Oh, isn't it wild to show the fashionable process?

"... I just thought I'd be in trouble if they got into the world of the two of us right in front of me"

"Well! Pfft, what the hell does Otto usually say to such a young child like that?

It's harder to wash because it's bigger than the Touri you always wash up, but Mr. Corinna's satisfaction must change the number of nails you can get from Otto.

Apply more to the arms and wash carefully.

"... Hey, Mine. Can I ask you one thing?

"What is it?

Corinna's voice sounded a little stiff, and I accidentally stood up.

"What's Otto like at the gate?

"... Huh?

It was an unexpected question to me that made me wonder if I would even be asked how to make a simple Lincoln, and I didn't immediately understand it.

Corinna clouds her expression and squeals at me tilting her neck.

"I'm worried because I'm going to give up my merchant job..."

"You don't have to worry about it. I'm a full merchant at the gate."

While he says he's busy, he brings in all his work for the financial period by himself, interacts with merchants who come to deliver supplies, makes the most of the gatekeeper's work to gather information, and Otto's principles of conduct belong to merchants.

"Huh?... at the gate, are you a merchant?

"Yes, I live with a very merchant-looking black smile, especially when I'm dealing with vendors who come to deliver or are priced when ordering"

"Heh, Mine looks like Otto to me as a merchant. Yes, it is.... I feel like I've got a hold of my heart."

The more I wipe Corinna's hair with a cloth, the more lustrous the cream-colored hair will be, and when I carefully add the tweezer, it will shine like a pearl.

I also thought when I washed Rutz's blonde hair, she was beautiful and jealous. I wish I had hair like this.

"If possible, use wooden objects. Because the more you use it, the more the tree absorbs the liquid, making it more lustrous."

"Okay.... you're really going to be so beautiful."

Then I shrugged like I was impressed, touching my hair.

"Mr. Corinna is beautiful in her original color and seems to have been taken care of, so you glossed so much that you can see it differently in just a little bit. You should wash it with this about once every 5-7 days"

Corinna tilted her neck as she explained the frequency, indicating the kettle where the rest was still in.

"Can I have this? Oh, no, I'm sorry. Instead of something..."

"It's okay. I'm supposed to get a nail from Otto as consideration."

"... nails? Huh? Not priced? Are you all right?

Even if it's somewhat priced, I didn't teach you how to make it, and you get the nails you wanted, and every time Corinna wants an extra Simple Lincoln first from now on, she's going to demand something else, so there's no particular problem.

"Um, Mine. My clothes got a little wet, so I need to get dressed. Can I have Otto and I wait?

"Yes."

Corinna said she would change, so if I opened the door to leave the bedroom, Otto would wander around and wait for the starving bear to appear in front of the room waiting for the bait.

"Corinna!?

"I change because my clothes are wet. Otto, thank you for your hospitality."

Try to get just a little face out the door, laugh nicely and Corinna says so.

Still not completely dry, moist, wet hair glides over the wet clothes, and embarrassing words and actions make you feel strange in color.

"I'm sorry I showed you this condition. I'll get dressed in a hurry."

When Corinna leaves me out of her bedroom, she closes her doors with a scratch.

When I asked him how Otto was, he fell in love with me staring at the closed door.

I decide to gut pose in my heart at what Otto looks like that I'm completely blind to. Definitely fell back in love with Corinna.

"Nfu, Mr. Corinna, don't you think you've gotten so pretty? Cream-colored hair shines like a gem..."

"Eh! Corinna!

"He said he was getting dressed!

I thought it moved, and suddenly I panicked to stop Otto trying to rush into the room.

Of course, I will not stop at my power. Corinna is the only one who can stop the rampant otto.

"Otto, are you going to expose me to Mine while I'm dressed?

The quiet inquiry from across the door stopped Otto perfectly like a doll with a dead battery.

After a moment of silence, Otto, curling back, gasps at my shoulder with a terribly beautiful smile.

"... Mine, don't you remember the emergency?

I want to have sex with my wife who's fallen back in love, so you're saying go home. I understand.

"Depending on the number of nails you can get, you may recall."

I looked at the bag of nails placed on the kitchen table and laughed nicely.

Otto compares me to a bag of nails and lifts his brow. It seems visible that calculations as a merchant and love for his wife are rocking on the balance.

……

"If I get it all, I feel like I can excuse my father well,"

Otto, who said he would keep it responsibly, laughed, trying to push all the nails that were on the spot, so I decided to spend a lot of time.

... Rear charge, explode!

I got more nails than I expected, so, well, fine. Take your time after that.

With a bag of nails, I walked away alone.

The nail is heavy. One bottle is light, but heavier when the amount increases. My arm pulls after just a short walk.

No. I have a break.

I can't get to the house like this. At the fountain in Central Square, I decided to sit and rest once.

My arm hurts.

Waving and rubbing his hands with Prapra, he saw Lutz, who seemed to be returning from somewhere, crossing in front of him suddenly.

"Is that it, Lutz? What's the matter with you?

"Mine!? Mine is what are you doing here? Huh? One!?

My scope of action is basically gates and woods. I only walk the shortest distance, so I never go through Central Square. And Lutz peeled at me for acting alone, not knowing when or where I would fall.

"Hmm? I'm home from Mr. Otto's. I got so many nails. It's heavy and it's pretty far away, so I was taking a break."

"I'll take it, so lend it to me. Why aren't you sending it right?

Lutz brings me a bag of nails while I complain about bumps. The bag of weight that I hurt my arm doesn't seem to weigh heavily on Lutz either.

"Thanks, Lutz"

Report what happened today as you walk home with Lutz.

When I talk about getting nails with Simple Lincoln, Rutz seems to have gone to ask people familiar with the woods and people who deal with lumber about trees that are easy to paper and things that are likely to be trolls.

If you want to make japanese paper, use trolloa oi, but when it comes to the twisted liquid here, it seems that the edil fruit or the body fluids of the slurmo worm float best.

Ugh, ugh, I'd rather have edil fruit than bug fluids. Though I guess it's the bugs that can be taken throughout the season.

I didn't want to think about taking body fluids from Slurmo worms, and after shaking my head with a pull, I changed my story.

"You got the nail, and now you can make a steamer."

"Hmm? What about the size? Didn't I tell you I'd go with the pot? Did your aunt tell you the pot could be used?

Steamers for steaming trees don't have to be that big at first, but I'd like to fit the pot in size if possible.

However, pots are only available for every household to use in cooking. He wouldn't lend it to me if I asked him to.

"... I didn't say. Instead, don't let anything but food in! I've been pissed off before."

My angry mother, just trying to add dried food, can't believe she lent me a pot for making paper that steams or boils trees.

"You can't."

"I can't.... What shall we do?

"Exactly. I can't make a pot."

The pot is expensive. It's very expensive.

Even if it breaks, it will be used all the time while repairing it.

It's not easy to get even if we want it, and it's hard to make because it's metalworking.

"That's right... Shall I make a girder first? Then I can make it because I've decided on the approximate size."

"... we'll have to make it from the one we can make"

I got a lot more nails than I thought, and once I found something that was going to be the raw material for the trollo, for now, one step forward...... right?