Ascendance of a Bookworm

Marc, who made our table clear to female employees, brought a basin with all sorts of things.

I'd rather say tray, although it might fit Sebastian-like marc, the flat circle being made of shredded trees could only be described as a basin.

Marc lines up the table with what he brings. Pens, tablets, stone brushes and cloths made of several layered plates, ink kettles, thin bamboo-like reed-like plants.

Put everything undistorted, pissy, and Marc looked up.

"Now I'll teach you how to write a purchase order"

"Regards"

"Oh, please"

Marc spoke to Rutz after comparing me to Rutz.

"Lutz, can I write a letter?

"... I can only write my own name"

Apparently Lutz firmly remembered how to write the name I taught him when he was making clay plates. But I lay my face down like I was in trouble that my name would not be the only one used here.

Marc, listening to Rutz, nodded one, and took up the tablet and placed it before Rutz.

"Can you write your own name? I heard you weren't a merchant child...... I was surprised. I have no problem with the contract. But letters are for everyone to remember if you become an apprentice. Practice basic letters while Mine writes a purchase order."

He didn't seem to think Rutz, who was not a merchant's child, could write his own name, and he seemed to plan to make him remember it by the contract.

After rescheduling, Marc writes about five basic letters on the tablet and starts letting Rutz practice. Is it an apprentice educator? The way I taught and proceeded looked very familiar.

"Mine, can you write?

"There may be words I don't know, but if you can tell me the words, I can write them"

"Nice."

Marc lined up two boards before me.

It's a board with nothing written at all and a board with letters already written on it. It would be an example. Some words I don't know, but I can read 70% of the time.

"This is the letter of the purchase order"

Point to the letter written at the top, says Marc.

And ask me to give you the format of the purchase order. It's not that hard if you tell me who ordered it, how many items you ordered, etc.

"So do you know the tools and materials to order?

"Yes."

I nodded aloud and started writing, but it's harder than I thought to write on a rattling board. And the pen I'm unfamiliar with is even harder to write and I don't like it.

With this pen, the coal pencil I made is so much easier to write. After a little rubbing, the letters collapse and turn black, and I can't read them, though.

"Ugh, unlike a stone brush, it's hard to write"

"For the first time, he can write well."

Being praised, I try to stay on track.

Writing crunchy, Marc looked at the purchase order and frowned slightly.

"... Mine, there is a pot, but how big is it?

"Um... I thought our second largest pot would be nice..."

Marc frowned even more. I don't know by that explanation, it says on my face.

Yeah, that's right. You don't know what they say about our pot, do you?

But I don't know the unit that represents the size of the pan. I don't think it's a centimeter, what can I explain?

"Hey, Lutz. How big is the pot that Lutz can carry with water?

"Ah? Hmm, that's about it"

Lutz makes a circle out of his own arm.

I threw a round of explanations at the kids in this world and got it right...... waffle hoof, it seemed right to ask Lutz, who was going to use it the most, and Marc instantly took out something like a measure and just measured the round Lutz made.

"Depth?

"Lutz, how long?

"That's about it"

Again, Marc takes a quick measurement.

There was no measure around me, and until now, I had managed with a rough eye mass. I didn't need to know the exact length.

But if we're going to make it ourselves, anyway, if we're going to order it elsewhere, we're not going to talk ambiguous.

And I held my head, and moaned small, and lifted up my hand toward Marc.

"... Marc, before you write a purchase order, can you tell me the unit of length?

"Absolutely."

"And today, some things I can't order without measuring the length when I get home, so can I borrow a measure?

If we don't measure the length of the digits that we've already made, we can't make a X-ray.

"Order the measure as well. You'll need it from now on."

At the stage of making a prototype, it's about the size of a postcard, and I'm going to try a lot of different types of trees and proportions to mix, but when I decide on the best, I'll make a bigger piece of paper.

Then, naturally, the tools also need something big. Measure is mandatory.

I'm going to borrow the measure from Marc and write a purchase order while he teaches me how to measure it.

steamer, pan, corner material, ash, sag, girder, paper floor, heavy stone, flat plate. And raw materials, trollo.

I wanted to start making paper as soon as possible, so I thought I'd write everything down, but I don't know how big the steamer would be if the pan didn't come. I don't even know the size of the tree I would need to build a steamer if I did.

This is about the corner material, I will use it this way and explain it to Marc to determine the size and weight. Ashes also don't know how much you need unless you try making paper once. I'll order one small bag first.

I held my head, not knowing how to explain what to order.

"Oh, it's hard. I want to take the digits that have already been made and talk to the craftsman directly."

"Right. You might want to do that for something called this. Because I don't really understand it when I look at the diagrams drawn on the tablet."

Marc also managed to write a purchase order for something other than "(10), which he was good at.

While I was fighting with the purchase order, Lutz also worked hard to practice the letters. I'm not supposed to be used to sitting and writing for a long time, but I showed a surprisingly long concentration.

It was nothing like a soldier apprentice coming to the gate. When it comes to what I still think is necessary for me, my concentration will also change.

But I'm curious if you've focused too much, or if Rutz is somewhat faceless.

"Now that we seem to have some time, let's also remember to calculate next. Here we use a calculator to calculate."

After a short break, Lutz was asked to teach him how to use the calculator.

I don't know how to use the computer here. I listen with you next door, too. Marc tilted his neck wonderfully as he was messing with the calculator, thinking it was time to resemble the van.

"Will Mine do the math? Is that what your husband tells you?

"I can't actually use my computer."

"So how do you do the calculations?

"I use a tablet."

Computation will be done with a stone brush to solve the computational problems put out to Marc.

I was told that I could not believe in doing a large number of calculations without a calculator, and for some reason I was to teach Marc how to calculate.

"If you can use a calculator, you don't have to remember 'Computation', do you?

"We need it when we don't have a calculator. Besides, I know how to use a calculator, but I didn't know how that number came up. It's really interesting."

It feels strange to see Marc satisfied with an arithmetic course for elementary school students.

It's not normal for me. Again, I thought about the awesomeness of compulsory education in Japan.

Should we not spread this poorly?

I personally think we should share knowledge, but I don't know if that meshes with common sense here. Maybe I've done something extra.

"It is time for my husband to return. I'll get you ready for contract magic."

"What is contract magic?

I can't stop my chest pounding at the fantasy-looking words I've never heard before.

For me, it was an unclean, inconvenient old world that only appeared in books, but I didn't know it was a fantastic world with magic or anything.

Could I use magic, too? Rebirth Cheats!?

Moaning, waiting for Marc's answer, he was tickled and laughed.

"Magic is, as you know, the power of nobility alone."

"... just nobles?

"Yeah, that's right. I don't usually see it, so it's a force we don't really understand."

The thrilled and excited mood for a world with magic was smashed in an instant.

What kind of power does a nobleman have?

You aristocrats can't believe you have all the books or even magic.

"Contract magic was originally meant to make it binding on tyrannical nobles. For this reason, you will need special ink and paper with magic. Now you can bond by magic when you sign a contract. This will result in a strong contract that cannot be terminated without the consent of the contractor."

"Heh, that's convenient"

I think a contract tied up with magic and unable to destroy it on its own can be very useful if you don't think about violating or deviating.

"Convenient, but since paper and ink are so expensive and rare with magic equipment, they won't be used unless it's a contract that has so much profit to be expected"

I see.

Apparently, Simple Lincian has a lot of expected profits.

Indeed, the consumables used on a daily basis are strong. Once it's gone, you're going to need the next one, and once you know your hair is slightly saggy, few women can go back to the days when it wasn't there. Especially if you have money and a noble woman who cares about her looks.

... Could it have sold too cheaply?

I had that idea in my head for a moment, but if I was greedy, I wouldn't be busy.

What we needed was security, stability and precedence. Let's be satisfied with that.

"I'm sorry. You kept me waiting."

Benno walked into the room early.

He seemed to care about keeping us waiting.

"Have you finished writing your purchase order?

"I could write as much as I could right now"

When I showed my stacked board, Benno muttered, "That's a lot of it".

There's something I haven't measured yet, so more, but it's nice to meet you.

"How's Lutz?

Marc answers Benno's words with his hands on his chest.

"I could write my name from the start, so I spent time studying otherwise. He remembers quite well."

"Right."

Even as Marc praised him, Lutz just nodded small with a face like he was thinking of something.

I spent half a day studying, so maybe I'm pretty tired. I feel so tired when I do things I'm not used to.

"I think Marc also explained that this is the contract paper and special ink used for contract magic. It is given only to merchants recognized as noblemen."

What Benno took out was an ink kettle with an unusual design. The contents look like normal ink at first glance, but they seem to be something completely different.

Benno carefully spread the contract form before me staring intrigued.

"... it seems so expensive, rare, is it okay to use it?

"Don't worry, I won't use it unless you think it's worth the contract"

... even if they say they don't care, they do.

Benno puts a pen on the ink kettle and even writes down the contract. The ink is blue, not black. Stand still and watch as the fluent letters you are used to writing are written.

"Mine is to cede all rights to Benno regarding Simple Lincoln.

Instead, during the period leading up to the baptismal ceremony, Benno shall pay for all the costs of producing the paper that Mine and Lutz make.

Mine has the right to decide who makes the paper, and Lutz has the right to sell the paper.

However, neither of us has any rights to prices or benefits. "

Mine read the contract that said that very carefully from end to end.

I suck the smell of ink all over my chest in the name of making sure something weird isn't written.

Oh, I'd love to make some paper and a book.

"... anything wrong?

Ha, ha. He returned to me in Benno's strange voice. Benno's astonishing eyes and Lutz's shuddering eyes are at me. Somehow I think Lutz finds out I was snoozing at the smell of ink.

"Heh heh!? So, it's okay! It says exactly what we talked about, so this is fine."

"... that's fine with me"

Benno nodded at Rutz's words and put the pen on the ink.

Benno writes his name at the end of the contract.

I was offered a twirling pen, and after a glimpse with Lutz, I received it.

I stroked the parchment softly at my fingertips, slightly softer than the paper I knew, and, indulging in the sensation, put up a pen.

Gently put it in the ink kettle, put the ink on, and write your name under Benno, feeling a little hooked on the tip of the pen. Unlike the purchase order I wrote on the board, it is very easy to write.

I knew it wasn't a board, but it would feel good to write on paper.

"Yes, Lutz"

I take the pen like Lutz, with his lips drawn and tied, is nervous, ink it and write the name.

I can see at a glance that I'm not used to writing yet, but I can write it right without mistake.

"Then..."

"Hia!? Mr. Benno!?

Benno suddenly took out the knife and hurt his own finger.

In front of me and Lutz, who are a little, I push the blood judgment so that Benno can wear his name with another finger to confuse the puffy, uplifting blood.

The moment I inhaled the red blood I pressed all the way down, the blue ink turned black.

Such scary magic, I hate it!

"Next, then..."

Benno has turned his gaze to me.

When Lutz took out the knife with his sigh when he saw me, scared of Benno's knife and the red drops dripping from his fingers, and his blood was drawing.

"Get your hands out, Mine."

"Uh-huh!

I can unwittingly pull my hand back.

"Anyway, you can't do it yourself, can you?

"Oh, yeah..."

I'm afraid to scratch my own fingers, but I'm also afraid to have someone do it to me.

I hate it when it hurts.

"Who decided to sign the contract?

"Wow, I..."

When I was ready, keeping my eyes closed all the time, and putting my fearful hand forward, Lutz cut my left hand pinky softly. Blood drips with gin and a hot, painful sensation.

"Push that blood on your thumb."

"Ugh... no"

As I nearly cried, I put blood on my thumb and pressed it all the way to my name, the ink color changed just like Benno did.

While Marc was stopping my pinky and wrapping the cloth around me, Rutz just cut off his own finger and pressed his judgment in the same way.

How can you cut without hesitation!? Aren't you afraid!?

At the same time Lutz releases his hand, the ink part glows and the hole widens from the ink part so that it burns, and the contract paper itself disappears.

Even though it's happening right in front of me, it's like I'm even watching a movie made up of CG.

Wow, fantasy.

I had no idea I was such a fantasy world!

I watched the contract disappear, bewildered by the way it was contracted out of common sense, but returned it to me once again.

What are we gonna do about refraining from the contract?

"Now the contract is complete. Depending on the degree of breach of contract, it's life-threatening, so don't break it."

"Life!?

I jumped up frightened by the horrible words, but Benno just looked down at me frightened with delight at Niyaniya.

"You don't have to violate it. But now you've got the coverage the lady wanted?

"... thank you. Thanks for your help."

After all, there was nothing to refrain from in the contract.

When I leave Benno's shop after contract magic, the sun is leaning quite a bit and I see the reddish golden sun slowly setting.

I started walking with Lutz in the same way as I did when I came through the city of dusk, which showed a different face from the day.

"You're late than I thought. Let's hurry home."

The people around you seem to be busy coming home, and they look like they're walking early enough in their hearts. On the waves of such people I walk alongside Lutz in the city of dusk.

"You're tired today, aren't you?

"... ah"

Although there are a few purchase orders that need to be written down, today, when the purchase orders that I have worked so hard to write have been processed and the ingredients have arrived, I can focus on making paper.

Besides, contract magic also guaranteed my and Lutz's rights, so if the paper was finished, they wouldn't be thrown out of the store anymore.

It was a tough day, but I think it was a fruitful one.

"After that, if you only make paper, it's cheap, Lutz"

"... n"

Rutz's mouth is so heavy that he walks next door that he can't hear it scratched off by the hustle and bustle.

I was concerned about Lutz's dull reaction, which usually talks about distracting me with slow feet.

Are you more tired than going to the woods?

Did you not like to learn letters or do calculations?

I saw Lutz walking next door.

I can't see Lutz's face in the shadow in the position of looking up just a little, even though it is illuminated by the sunset and his blonde hair looks dazzling red dyed.

"Hey, Lutz. What's the matter with you?

Even when asked, Lutz answers nothing.

As I almost said, my mouth, slightly open, was immediately closed and pulled together. Keep it up, slightly lean down and keep walking in silence, like you're thinking of something.

I guess it's the natural speed of Lutz, who's always been my pacemaker. Now I can't catch up if I don't get into a small run.

I have a bad feeling about Lutz's unusual appearance and my heart goes out.

"Wait, Lutz"

Lutz, who stopped his leg in Central Square, twirled and turned to the side.

With my lips pulled together, with serious eyes, my face, with Lutz looking at me, rises about half lit up in the sunset.

A slightly faint voice came out of his mouth open as he was ready.

"It's you... Mine, isn't it?

"Huh?"

The back of my throat hummed. He seemed to have his heart eagled, and for a moment, he felt the blood in his body stopped.

The ambient stiffness is scratched out by the tinnitus, and the sound of bacon bacon and blood flow sounds loud in your ears.

"If Mine... how can you talk like that?

"Talk like that?

"I'm talking to your husband today. I didn't know half of it. Mine can talk to adults about things I don't know... weird"

Tinnitus continues in the back of my ear.

I listened to Rutz as he swallowed his gokuli and spit.

"You're really Mine, aren't you?

I manage to move my sore throat to the confirming Lutz voice.

I leaned my neck tightly in the guise of a wind that knew nothing.

"Does that... to Lutz, you mean I look other than Mine?

"... bad. I said something weird.... I'm a little surprised that Mine talks to adults equally."

Rutz managed to put something of a grin on his face and started walking.

It would seem odd if I had stopped.

Seeing Rutz's back getting smaller one by one, I also began to move my legs.

... failed, I did.

I thought so.

Until now, there were few people to deal with. I had no arm, no strength, I had little use.

I've helped Otto work at the gate, because, at best, he was a little better at calculating than the others, and there were no children on the spot who usually dealt with me.

I've been with Lutz to the point where I dug clay and shredded trees. Regardless of the purpose, all I was doing was what even kids could do, and what kids didn't do was weird.

But today I did my best to keep myself and Lutz in position so they wouldn't swing around like Benno's good. I've been working too hard.

I'm sure for Lutz, I wasn't mine for my sister today who was sick and weak and I had to protect her.

From now on, in the process of making paper, there should inevitably be more dealing with adults. Suggestions and instructions will be needed to gather the tools and have them made.

Obviously not a child. I have more words and deeds, but I have not chosen the means to get the paper.

It will keep moving away from the Mine that Lutz knows.

It must not be so far away that Lutz, acting together, is convinced that I am not Mine.

I wonder what Lutz would think if he found out about that?

It's not Mine. What are you gonna do with me?

On the way home at dusk when I can't see Lutz's face, I can no longer go back in line next to Lutz.