Ascendance of a Bookworm

It's a tough season to wake up in the morning and get out of the futon. In the futon, it was cold, and I was trying to, and my father, who worked in the morning, spoke with me almost ready for work.

"Mine, how are you feeling today?

"Hmm? As usual? What's wrong, Dad?

Maybe they mistook me for not feeling well because I was squirming in bed? As I rose, my father frowned apprehensively.

"Otto wanted to have a winter meeting, so I talked to him about his health and weather, and he said," Will you come? "

"Okay. I don't have a fever today, and Mr. Benno hasn't called me, and I'm going to the gate."

Drop off my father who will be at work for the two bells of the gate, and I will get dressed quickly on the bed.

"Mother, Thuri. I'm going to the gate today."

"Right. It's time to pick less in the woods, and Mine should stop going to the woods already, right?

"Touri's right. It's harder for Mine to fall from the fever, so you better stop the woods where the kids are going alone."

It's been getting cold lately and it's been a cold-prone season, and more and more days I feel I'm not feeling very well myself. When I work hard, my surroundings are often annoyed, so let's go to the woods and weigh ourselves down.

"Oh, Mine. Is that the gate today?

Lutz speaks to me like that with only a tote bag.

Unlike me, who was dressed so much not to catch a cold, the other children dress relatively light-hearted. Because wearing it too much makes it harder to move. A short period of time before it snows becomes the last part of firewood collection.

Walk out to the gate with the kids heading into the woods. Lately, I've finally been able to walk without getting too far away from the kids around me. Though Lutz often stabs me with a nail the moment I try harder.

"Well, I'll stop by on my way home, okay?

"Yeah. Lutz collect, good luck"

Everyone else is going to the woods, so say goodbye at the gate.

I salute the gatekeeper, who didn't look like my father at the gate, but who is already familiar with him, and ask him to let me through to the inn.

"Mr. Otto, are you there? Mine."

When I opened the door and entered the dormitory, I could see that the shelf at the wall was already full of budget wooden plaques.

"Hey, Mine. Nice of you to come."

"Mr. Otto, it's been a while."

After a bishy salute, I can recommend the chair closest to the fireplace. On a slightly higher chair, he finally climbed halfway up and sat down before removing the tablet and stone brush from the bag.

"I have plans for the winter, how long is Mine going to be here?

"Uh, I talked to my dad, and it turned out to be a good day for me, at least not a snowstorm, when my dad was on the morning or noon shift"

First of all, there are few days in good health in winter. I hope you have shorter number of colds to catch and days to sleep because you should have more strength than last year, but I can't predict at all what will happen.

Next, the weather. Not so many days are not snowstorms. You don't have to shine. My father said it wouldn't matter if it was as snowy as flickering, but he actually thinks he can stop it when it snows.

And when my father works nights, it's a third of the time in winter.

"Maybe coming to the gate won't cross your hands until spring"

"... Well, I was feeling that way, but even if I just had a day of help last winter, it got a lot easier, so I really expect it. I'm glad you could make it."

"Yes."

Let's just calculate and make good because you can earn stone brushes. I think I need more stone brushes than I did last year to study with Lutz this year, so I'm going to make some good money.

"Oh, the stone brush you use when you work on a budget isn't your stomach, it's your expense, right?

"Buh, ha. That's a lot of merchant-like thinking circuitry. The stone brush I use at work is an expense. Calculate with confidence."

When he came up with it and confirmed that to Otto, Otto turned his eyes round and then blew it out.

They laughed at me, but now I can work with confidence. I rubbed it with my sleeves, rolled my sleeves just a little so the letters wouldn't disappear, and put up a stone brush.

"Ready"

"This is what I do today"

Otto brought a wooden plaque with him. It was the tally of the equipment used by the great men in their department. Otto seems to be in charge of all the accounting for this department. I asked him to be bad, and clapped his neck because pointing out a miscalculation was a hassle.

I will sum it up, making sure I do the math so that I don't make any miscalculations either.

"Otto, are you there!? Stand at the gate immediately!

One soldier jumped in in in a panic. As you can see how far you've calculated, put a line in the wood tag and leave the calculator untouched, Otto rushes away.

Somehow the whole gate is noisy. There's a lot of footsteps going down the hallway across the door, and because of the echoes with cobblestones, if I do that footstep, I can hear it loud.

There was a bumpy and rushed atmosphere and I was very much like, "What happened?" Oh, my God, you can't open the door and ask someone.

I've come to the gate many times already to help, but I've never had an atmosphere so purposeful. Sometimes left alone in the dormitory, twitching anxiety occupies my heart.

If we stay here, we'll be fine, right?

I felt creased and dizzy on my way around the inn where no one was, consciously breathing slowly and deeply.

The heat in my body is about to burst out so that I don't miss just a few moments of weakness in my heart. The fever trying to come out of the back is pointing out as if it were a weakness in one's mind.

As I remembered my frustration, I put my strength into my body so as to gather heat in the center of my gut. It prevents heat from coming out and can be pushed in with the image of a lid.

"... ha, I'm tired"

The anxiety was considerably diminished after the offense was over because of the concentration on the offense against eating.

As I began my reckoning, Otto returned soon. Get the calculations done quickly to a good point of cut and start cleaning up your own paperwork.

"They've got trombes out in the woods. A child came to call for backup, so about half the soldiers jumped out. I have to stand at the gate, but Mayne, can you calculate here? And when the letter of introduction arrives, I'll turn it over to you, so please handle it."

"Yes, I understand"

Now that I know why I was in a hurry, I can work on the calculations with a little relief.

Speaking of which, I thought Lutz said before that trombes would be out in the woods in the fall. Maybe Trombe got it.

Hmm? But enough for soldiers to join the war, is it growing too much to be used on paper? What do you think?

I mowed just the kids before, so I didn't have to worry so much when I heard the trombes came out, and when I was calculating the numbers side by side on the tablet, it also became noisy across the gaya and door.

"Mine, Lutz is back. I need to talk to you, so you're saying you want to come home with me, but what do we do?

"If you mowed a trombe, I think that's the story, so I'm going home. From here to here, the calculations are complete."

"Thanks for the help. Thanks."

The children who mowed the trombe with the soldiers also seem to have returned, and I see soldiers and children with trombe material roaming by the gate.

Looking for Rutz's appearance, my father mowed round about my thickness and rushed over.

"Mine! Look, my father mowed a trombe this big!

"Wow, that's big. Is this, like, firewood?

"No, trombes don't burn so easily, so they don't become firewood. Furnish it. Sometimes a fire doesn't burn, so it's used to put valuables in."

"... hey, that's right. Amazing."

That's the wonder plant.

I can't believe the fire doesn't burn, because it's not a tree anymore!

As I exhaled with admiration at the addition and subtraction of so many surprises, I could see Rutz inviting me from behind my father.

"What's wrong, Lutz?

"What, Lutz only mowed such a thin tree?

Look at the trombe my father has in Lutz's cage, chest up like he won, but I hope he doesn't stick with his kid. Embarrassing.

I sighed hah, but in fact, the trombes were so difficult to cut that I could see the thickness of the trees I had pruned and the size of the branches among the soldiers and children around me.

"Thin trees are useless."

Because it is hard to burn, even though it cannot be made into firewood, young, soft and thin trees are not fire resistant enough to withstand fire, nor are they as strong as they can be made into furniture.

"You can't use a tree like this!

It was in the corner of my sight that one of the children, who seemed to have been compared and ridiculed, had a seizure and threw down the branches of the trombe a bit.

"Then give it to me."

Even if the child doesn't want it, it's a good quality piece of paper for me. It's outrageous to throw away thin, soft trombes.

"You sure you don't want it?

"... Hey, I don't need it!

That's how a cute boy abandons his surrounding gaze and runs away.

When I picked up the abandoned trombe, the children continued to throw the equally pruned trombe out of the cage.

"I'll do mine, too. You know, I'm just having trouble taking it home."

"I'll give mine too. What you don't need."

Quite a few branches pile up around me.

"Lutz, I've got plenty of them."

"... right"

I pick up a stacked trombe with Lutz and pack it in Lutz's cage with a cucumber.

A dazed father, looking at his accomplishments, frowned as troubled, comparing us to a trombe-packed cage.

"... Hey, Mine. What are you gonna do with this?

"It's a young, soft tree that we use, so this is fine. Lutz, let's go."

Walking out with his back to his father, Rutz opened his mouth scratching his head like he was in trouble.

"I also mowed the trombe because I thought it was an ingredient. Paper material has to be processed by about 5-7 days after picking it, right?

"Yeah, right?

"... what do we do? Me, I don't want a river in this time of year, and I don't have enough extra firewood to steam a bell, do I give up?

Going to the woods at this time of year, I know I don't have much firewood, but if I waste a trombe on account of that, Benno must change the color of my eyes and be furious.

"... I know what you're going to say, but would you like to talk to Mr. Benno for once?

"I knew if you threw it away on your own, you'd be pissed. Ha...... It's so cold, you can't get into the river."

Pompous walked to Benno's shop, but Lutz was to wait outside the store when the watchman told him he couldn't just put the right Lutz back from the woods in the store.

The watchman spoke to me, and Marc came out, so I went in with Marc.

When I entered the store, a customer had just come out of Benno's room. I can hear you sniffing and sniffing at me dressed incompatibly in the store as I pass by.

Maybe I should get my clothes on early after all.

I don't want to do anything to discredit the character of Benno's shop because of me. To do this, it looks like we need to save money quickly.

When he was guided to the back room, Benno looked lightly at him.

"What's up? You didn't plan to see him today, did you?

"I didn't have plans, but I had a consultation... Actually, there was a trombe out in the woods today"

Benno stood up rattling at my words and embarked on himself.

"He said it was a trombe!? So, you mowed it!?

"Yes, I got quite a lot of material. But right..."

"What?"

"It's hard to make paper."

"Why?

As Benno says he doesn't understand, he frowns and looks suspicious.

After this I opened my mouth, predicting that I would be absolutely angry.

"Uh, actually, you know, there's no firewood to just steam a bell for, like, a river..."

"Fool!

Before giving all the reasons why the river was cold enough to get in, Benno's thunder fell.

"Don't compare firewood to rare trombes you can buy at any time! I'm not saying we can't even calculate costs and profits!

"... I knew you'd say that. I want to buy firewood, so can I go to the lumberyard with Mr. Marc?

I don't even look like a child whose christening ceremony is over, and even if I ask for a tree to turn it into firewood, they will look frigid and pay for it in front of the door.

"... what happened to Lutz?

"I'm outside. I came back from the woods and came here directly, so it wasn't the right place to put it in the store..."

When I said so, Benno rang the bell on his desk and called Marc.

"Marc, ask Lutz what's going on with Mine today and if he can make it to the lumberjack."

"Shit."

"Mine, you write the purchase order here."

bang, and was slapped on the edge of the desk, but I shook my neck to the side.

"Um, I was just going to the gate today, so I don't have a purchase order set."

"... here it is"

Benno gave me wood tags and ink, so on the spot I started writing purchase orders.

"Mr. Benno, I'd like just enough firewood to burn one bell, what should I write?

"Write it down. They'll give you some room to sell."

Yes, in reply, as I was writing, Marc, who had spoken to Lutz, came back.

"Mine says it's better not to walk any further. If I could write a purchase order, I would go with Lutz."

"Regards"

When I deposited the purchase order I wrote to Marc and dropped it off, Benno gave me a few wood tags.

"If you're free, read it."

"Pleasure!

That should also be said to be the merchant's understanding, and it was a wooden plaque with this written about the contract.

I was happy to read the letters, hum hum hum hum, and I was looking through my nose mixed, but more and more question marks come up in my head as I read them.

"Mr. Benno, in lieu of the firewood just now, are you going into a forward investment?

……

In silence Benno merely turned his gaze to me, trying not to answer anything.

"Besides, I was just wondering, during this time, Mr. Benno said that he was going to cut off the upfront investment because he had a prototype, right? But in contract magic, until the baptismal ceremony, wasn't it? The cost of a large girder doesn't actually go into the upfront investment?

As Benno deliberately contemplated the meaning of letting him read the wooden plaque about the contract, one thing came to mind was the content of the contract magic.

"... Shit, have you noticed"

"Why are you fooling me!?

"I'm not fooling you. I just tried. Do you remember the contract you made? [M] I was interested in how they would move when they violated it. I thought you didn't remember because you didn't say anything."

Hung and snort, Benno stares at me as he slaps a ton at his fingertips and on his desk.

Ugh, and for a moment I was stuck in words, but I glanced back at Kiki Benno.

"They told me it was over because I made a prototype, and, oh, I see. I didn't think Mr. Benno would fool me, because contract magic couldn't confirm the contents of the contract because the contract was no longer on fire."

To my words, Benno shrugged his shoulders, honking his nose and laughing with ridicule.

"My contract burns, so I had to either write it down to something else or remember it exactly. You're sweet."

"… I remember the liver"

Benno hasn't spoken differently. If it weren't for the refrain of the contract, I should have made a good note of it myself or remembered. It is a fact that the punishment was sweet for the term tight contract witchcraft.

"I can pursue it properly, so I'll pay for the upfront investment."

"I'm going to pay you, isn't that what the contract was from the beginning? Isn't that a breach of contract?

When I pointed my lips, Benno looked at me with a smile of victory and a joyful expression.

"If you can tell me I won't pay, I'm in breach of contract. This time it's your lack of pursuit. Pursued, so I pay. If you pay, it doesn't apply to breach of contract. If you're going to be a merchant, remember exactly."

"... ugh."

To me, regretting, Benno caught the edge of his lips more and more, laughing, "If I had read a wooden plaque about the contract and noticed nothing, I would not hesitate to rip it off".

Benno gave me a hint to notice, so he thought a lot about raising me as a merchant, and I decided to take it positively for once, but regret it.

Now not to be fooled, and I looked carefully at the wood tag again, Benno stopped his work hand and called out.

"Oh, yeah. Mine, can you do a little bit of winter handiwork up front?

"We're almost done with winter support, so I think we can figure it out if we want to?

Our winter period depends on the convenience of my father's work. Every soldier at the gate needs winter support, but there's no way they can all take a break from work at once, so they're going to take turns.

Last year I was on winter leave quite a bit later, so I was on winter leave until it snowed critical, but this year I am finishing relatively early.

"Can't you make hair decorations in different shades, like, 10-20? The guild chief bragged about his granddaughter's hair decorations and made a lot of inquiries.... because there are a few things I can't say no to."

"Doesn't it make you feel less special that Frieda is the only one to put it on at the winter baptism ceremony?

When I tilt my neck, Benno slightly swims his gaze, wondering if I could do something that would no longer justify my blurring.

"... I'm the only one who made it for me. It would stand out even more because it is completely different from ready-made ones. No problem."

"If there's no problem, it's fine, but I'll finish it in a hurry, so can I get a express rate?

When I laughed nicely and demanded a ride, Benno turned his eyes and complained.

"You..."

"When you can take money, from where you can, as much as you can, what you keep, right? I'm looking to learn from Mr. Benno, to be a merchant."

Ha-ha-ha, laughing, Benno turned bitter and made him pull his face.

"It's 10 medium copper coins per hair decoration. Double it, so you're not complaining, are you?

"Well, then, no. 11 or 13 medium copper coins, please. Considering the ratio of flower decorations to molasses that Lutz decides to make, it's not convenient not to do so."

I decided on the price of two medium copper coins for the flower decorations and one for the bamboo part, and I also told my family. I'll split the rest with Lutz, so I honestly have trouble if the medium copper coins I get are even.

"I have no choice. Eleven. You good businessman."

"I praise you, and I know the joy of it all."

"... really, where did you learn those words"

With a frivolous and amusing look, Benno says so and flaunts his shoulder.

"Oh, and I want a medium copper coin for one hair decoration. You can pay it up front or you can take it out of my savings..."

"That doesn't matter if you pay up front, what are you gonna do?

"I need it to do the magic of a great hurry."

If I want to make as many as 10 by the time it snows, I can't do it without my mother and Touri working together, and to get them to work, I need motivation.

Especially since my mother has been working by hand for years, I know that the cost of handiwork for hair decoration is outrageously high compared to others. So there is a verse somewhere where I suspect that you are being deceived or that if you make it you won't be able to pay for it.

Every time you can do one, if you get the money on hand as prescribed, you must gain trust and motivation.

That's when the door was knocked and Marc came back.

"I'm back now. The firewood ordered will arrive at the store by today's closing. Tomorrow morning, I'll have it brought to the store."

"Thank you"

"Well, be careful, it's cold"

When Marc dropped me off and went outside, Lutz stood carrying an almost empty cage. He left a trombe in the warehouse as he went to the lumberyard. I see you didn't want to take me.

Walk slowly toward the house through the streets where the sun sets faster. The truth is, it's cold, so if you want to hurry home, but you move with your instincts, you're definitely going to have a fever and fall.

As I return, I tell Lutz the story of the winter handiwork being brought forward. I promised the express fare, and when I asked my family to help me, let's make it, Lutz lowered his brow anxiously after nodding one.

"In my case, trombes are more of a problem than winter handiwork that seems to work out on its own without the help of my family."

"Trombe?"

As I leaned my neck, Rutz dropped his shoulder and sighed heavily.

"... Hey, Mine. They tell you not to go to the woods, but can you work on a trombe? Could it be that I have to do this alone?

"We're going to work in front of the warehouse this time, so we can do it together. I don't know what my family's going to say because one bell is going to be outside."

I'm not going out the gate, and if I say I'm going to Benno's, I don't think it's hard to go out in itself. Though it is difficult to catch a cold and have a significantly higher likelihood of developing heat because of the long time you have been outside.

"A warehouse... doesn't have to be a river?

I opened my eyes wide as Lutz surprised me. But without having to think about it, Lutz can't go to the woods alone with pots, steamers and firewood.

"I used to have to pick up material and firewood, so it was more efficient to work in the woods, but this time all the material's trombes and firewood are in the warehouse, right? You don't have to work in the woods on purpose, and you can't carry them all to the woods."

"Oh well. I have to carry them all."

The anxiety of going to work alone was greater, and Rutz didn't seem to be able to figure out the amount of luggage he was going to carry.

"It's not going to be river water that exposes the steamed trombes, but that's because it exposes the steamed trees to cold water once and makes it easier to skin them. It's cold enough for well water now. You're gonna have to draw water from the well a few times so the water doesn't get warm, but it's easier than going to the woods, right?

But Rutz's temper doesn't seem to have disappeared, and his complexion is darker than ever.

"Well, that's easy.... what are we going to do after that? You're saving it with white skin, right?

"If possible, it should be processed to white skin, and then stored, but not even black skin, so it's okay. It may be a little cumbersome to peel off the black skin, but it's suicidal for me to go to the woods this season and for Lutz to go into the river, and stop it."

"Ooh!

With the anxiety material dispelled, Lutz let his face shine. "Oh, good. Horrible," he repeated persistently, with a slightly larger foot width to walk.

When I got home, I asked my mother and Touri to help me with my handiwork and... steam the tree tomorrow.

As I walk around thinking about my plans after this, my thoughts slip away a little bit because of my hunger.

... If you have a steamer, I'd love some sweet fudge potatoes or some mollusc potato butter with a snack. There are no potatoes that fall into the category of sweet potatoes, but if they look like potatoes, you can still get them here.

If you take the potatoes from us and have Lutz bring the butter, you can have the potato butter tomorrow, right?

Oh, nice. My mind and body seem too much. Yeah, decision.

Looks like he was getting to the well in front of the house while he was lulled into his happy imagination. Lutz stops and looks back.

"Mine, I'll go get the keys tomorrow, and I'll go get the firewood later, so you can wait at home till then."

"Okay. Don't forget, Lutz is ready for butter."

I wave heavily and jump into the building.

Rutz's moving voice echoed through the light window as he began to climb the stairs.

"Huh? Huh!? Butter!? Why not!? What do you use it for!?

Didn't I tell you? Failure, failure.