Ascendance of a Bookworm

I get stunned by too much snow when I go outside. I rarely go outside during the winter because it is basically a pull. Seeing the snow accumulating higher than my height really makes me poker.

The narrow alleys out onto the boulevard are snowy and have enough roads for people to manage to get through, but I'm afraid the snow piling up next to them is going to fall.

"Mine, look"

As my father gave in and spread his hands, I was held up quietly, clinging to my father's neck. If I had walked through this snow, my father would not have reached the gate by the time of his change.

When my father held me up, my face appeared above the snow. When the cold wind blew, I could see the white glitter spreading on one side waving like the sea.

"Does Dad even snow on the boulevard?

"so that your aristocratic carriage can pass by."

"... you don't have to travel through the snow like this"

With all this snow, I thought that few people would cross the boulevard, but there were more people going early than I expected.

"So much snow, so many people out there"

"It's because it's the time the occasional snowstorm stopped, right? That's just not much when you're snowblowing."

My father became somewhat hasty as the flickering began to snow as we had that conversation.

"I started coming down. Let's hurry, Mine. Hold on tight!"

"Heh heh! Fall!"

Wow. I got to the gate while I was making a scene. After paying for the patties and snow, we head to the inn as soon as possible.

When I knocked lightly and opened the door, there was a desk in front of the fireplace and Otto appeared to do the calculations while piling up tons of materials.

"Otto, I've got your long-awaited assistant. Clear the front of the fireplace."

"Thank you, squad leader! I've been waiting for you, Mine."

While cleaning up the materials on my desk, Otto clears up space for me to do my job. Even if you think about it from being welcomed with a huge smile, you must have quite a load of work to do.

Took the tablet and the stone brush out of the tote bag, and I sat a little good in a slightly higher chair.

"Bye, Mine. I need to know if this department's calculations are right."

"Yes."

First of all, we need to clear this mountain. It doesn't look like we're going to be able to talk. When I saw Don and the pile of material, I set up a stone brush.

For a while, keep quietly calculating. Only the sound of Otto playing the calculator and the sound of me moving the stone brush sounded.

After the sound of Concon and Knock, a young soldier came in.

"Excuse me. Mr. Otto has a question…"

"Mine, even the questions."

I kept an eye on the calculator and the material, and Otto nominated me.

"Huh? Is it me? Wait a minute, please. Just this calculation......"

And when I had finished my reckoning, I put up my face, marked with confirmation of the answer.

The young soldier sighted lightly and sighed out the parchment after comparing me to Otto, who was running the calculator with impatient force.

"This, please"

"What is it?... Oh, that's an aristocratic reference. Is there a sergeant now?

"No, he said it was his night shift today..."

"Then get the general manager's seal and arrange for him to make his way to the walls as soon as possible. If this is a long journey in the snow, even warm aristocrats could usually be concerned, so processing is quick"

"Ha!"

"If it seems to make you wait, you might want to get him into a waiting room where he can hit the fire right away and serve him even warm tea"

"Okay."

Salute and a young soldier popped out of the room. When I return my salute, too, I proceed to the continuation of my calculations.

"I'm getting used to it."

Otto said without resting his hand to calculate. I also answer as I move the stone brush.

"The way we deal with it is the same."

The work of the gate is the work of the bureau. The basic way to deal with it is the same. Once you remember the manual, you can handle it unless you're so exceptional.

I'm getting a little tired after a while of calculating. When I put together the amount of calculations I could confirm, and I was stretching my back a lot larger, Otto seemed stiff and began to compile the materials.

"You're just tired. You want me to take a break?

"Yes."

Otto got me some hot tea from the dining room. Drinking it little by little, I began to consult Otto.

"... and my mother said it when we were talking about that. Taking care of Mine, the position of an apprentice is not sweet enough to be able to work. He said he was distracted from taking care of Mine, and he'd be halfway through the job."

Otto nodded in the face saying it was normal for my mother's words.

"You're right, aren't you? Less than half a serving of apprenticeships take care of others... Oh, my God, it's just halfway there. If Lutz really wants to be a merchant, he can't take care of Myne."

"... I knew you would"

I'm not an apprentice now, so I don't have a job to do in the store, I'm just holding on to the product. So Lutz can act with me as I look at my health.

If you become an apprentice and do your job, you can't be very concerned about my health, and you can't let me carry that burden.

I wondered what I would do, and Otto listened, staring at me with a quiet eye.

"Hey, Mine. Are you seriously going to be a merchant?

"So far, I'm planning on doing that. I'm thinking of a few things that might be a product..."

I can't buy or sell if I don't belong to a commercial guild, so it's just a matter of decision for me to get into business.

"Whatever you buy or sell, you should stop walking into Benno's."

For once my apprenticeship was decided by Benno. Now I feel uneasy about doing my job, but I want to know why Otto tells me to stop Benno's shop.

"Why not?

"That store is a rapidly growing one. Everyone and he are jumping to work. Too intense, I don't think Mine can do it with her strength."

The reason given with a gentle glance over my shoulder was that I was anxious, which Benno also pointed out the other day.

"... Actually, Mr. Benno also told me. I was wondering if I could really do my job."

"It's hard to leave the merchant's job to kids who don't know when they're going to get sick because of all the calculations and all the paperwork they do"

"That's true."

I know that Benno doesn't want to do me in other stores thinking about how to commercialize and profit from the information I have. But given that I actually work in a store, my strength, my lack of arms, is deadly.

I don't think they can hire employees in Japan who are so anxious about their health that they don't know if they can come to work every day. Even if I'm a manager, I don't need an employee like that.

"It's not supposed to be like telling a kid. I know it's gonna be a tough opinion, but you want to hear it?

Otto leans his neck a little and stares at my reaction. Otto was consulted because he wanted an objective opinion that would not come from someone who would treat me with overprotection.

I nodded slowly, gripping my hands under my desk so that I could be told anything.

"Please"

"The primary reason why I think Mine shouldn't go into the store is relationship. Relationships in the store are screwed up. With the apprenticeships just coming in sick and resting, and all the physically easier jobs, I don't care what you think, you'll get the grievances of the others, right?

"... Yes"

Even though I say I have physical problems, it's not funny to see such a problem, and soon it will definitely be a problem without having to be on the table.

I wasn't really thinking about what happened after I became an apprentice because I was desperate to decide to get a job for Lutz.

"Besides... I think there's gonna be some payroll issues, too, huh?

"Heh? Is that a paycheck?

I've never thought about any payroll issues before, so I got a strange voice.

Otto sighed lightly at me tilting his neck.

"There's no way you could just hire an apprentice for the same amount with Mine, who knows it's going to bring huge profits to the store, right?

"The salary itself is the same, and I think you're going to get a profit on the product in a different frame."

I have made it a contract not to benefit from paper for the sake of job stability, but I intend to make a precise profit on the products I will put out afterwards. I'm not going to give you all the information for free.

"Even if you give profits in a different frame, if the apprentice who just came in is poorer than a veteran who's been in the service for over a decade, he gets paid higher. Honestly, I think it's gonna be a hassle."

"Ahhh."

Relationships are certainly prone when money is involved. Otto's pointing out is good. And when a relationship breaks down, the store itself is more likely to stop standing. It's people who make shops after all.

"Sure, from whatever direction, I'd rather not be in the store."

Otto's opinions are the best, and there is no objection. I have come to feel that entering Benno's shop as an apprentice is nothing but a mess.

"Later, I have another concern."

"What is it?

I urged him to go ahead, in the mood that if he had arranged all kinds of things so far, he would do whatever was left behind.

I just look at you a little bit, I whisper, and Otto opens his mouth.

"In the end, you must have eaten Mine's illness, didn't you?

"Mr. Otto, did you know?

When I open my eyes a little, Otto shakes his head gently and denies it.

"No, I didn't know, but maybe Benno told me the story. What I know for sure is that Corinna is sick of eating? 'Cause I've heard."

"Mr. Corinna?

"In the meantime, I hear Benno, who was rarely disturbed, said that. She had eating symptoms, and she collapsed at the store and she was dying? Those days were terrible for the squad leader. With Corinna's story and the attitude of the squad leader, I decided it was you who fell from eating."

"... that verse caused you concern and inconvenience"

The story seems to be more extensive than expected. It would have made a pretty noticeable difference because he collapsed in Benno's shop and was transported to the Guild Commander's house.

"Looks like the squad leader thinks he's healed, but Benno's talking about eating doesn't heal him, does he?

"... Yes"

It reduced my fever with magic equipment, but this is something that will increase again. Frieda tells me it's about a year before it's going to overflow again.

"Did you tell the squad leader that it won't heal?

"No, not yet. It's hard to tell my family that I'm happy to have healed..."

It's filled with hard to say things like the price of magic equipment and deadlines for life, and it's the current situation that keeps me off topic about eating. Sometimes it's hard for me to talk in detail because I also know that the weird heat in my body increases on its own and when it overflows, it only dies.

Otto shook his head slowly with a tough face.

"You should report it properly. The squad leader thinks it's okay to get a job because he thinks it's healed. After proper recognition of the current situation, it is better to discuss the work as well. Acting appropriately can result in inconvenience in various places"

"Okay."

As far as I've come up with it before, I have to solemnly take Otto's word for it, acting in the right way and annoying my surroundings.

"Then, if you need magic equipment to live and want to cross over to the nobles, Mine better go to the Guild Commander's shop. Benno's shop is big, but it's still emerging. No matter how hard Benno works, history and tradition are heavy, and it's not like flipping over so easily."

"That's right..."

When I clouded my words, Otto raised his eyebrows lightly.

"If it wasn't Benno's, would there be trouble?

"I don't have any trouble if it's not Mr. Benno's shop, but I'm not good at it. The strength of the guild leader's push and the way he acts as a merchant."

Forcing may be the qualities you need as a merchant, but I really can't like the way you try to fool me by saying the price of magic equipment that is life-threatening. I appreciate it, but I don't want to be near you.

"That's the same thing with Benno, isn't it?

"Um, Mr. Benno has some strong points, too, and he sticks to the money, and he tries to try people right away, but he makes me realize what's wrong with me, and I know he's trying to make me grow up."

"Heh."

I took a small breath in the grin of a nigga and an unpleasant otto. I'm pretty sure you think this conversation is going to slip by Benno.

"Besides, I still haven't been able to decide if I want to live while the nobles keep me alive."

I'm finally beginning to want to live with my family, and I can't imagine being kept and killed by nobles who don't know how to be treated.

As Frieda said, if you choose to live and decay with your family or live even if your nobility keeps you and kills you, at this point you have yourself wanting to choose your family.

"For starters, Mine has to decide how to live his life. It's not going to be a story. If you're not going into the store to connect with the aristocrats, you better think about alternatives to entering the store. I honestly don't think Mine needs to go into the store if Lutz is going to make it."

I nodded heavily at Otto's words. Sure, all I thought about was acting and working together, but if all I could think about was what I could do, I might not have to go into the store.

I see, and nodded small to me, Otto grinned too refreshingly and vice versa.

"Right. Why don't you just develop the product while you work in the house like a substitute for letters and paperwork that you can do to suit your physical condition? I think it would be better for the body to sell the product to Benno and make it the same form of work as it was in my previous life, like helping me work here when I was feeling better."

"... I'll think about it"

Maintaining the status quo would be best for my body, but I'm very concerned about the meaning of that frigid smile.

"Well, that's a lot to discuss with your family."

"I will."

"Then the break is over. Shall we continue?"

Having been cleared of the cup by Otto, I take out the tablet to see if there is any miscalculation with the cuttlefish and the calculations.

Talk to my family...... ah. If you find out your life expectancy is one more year, you're scared your father's going to freak out.

"Mine, we're leaving."

When my father, who had finished his shift, picked me up in the dorm room, I was over-counting, and my head was teasing. Numbers come to mind one after the other even with my eyes closed.

"Thank you, Mine."

Otto, who has been using a calculator for a long time, is really well, and I have to wonder if I might not even be able to do the administrative work of doing the calculations alone.

"Dad, isn't it cold?

On my way home, which is a little snowblowing, my father is wearing a coat after holding me up, so I am warm, but I wonder if my father is very cold.

But my father just smiles and shakes his head.

"With Mine, it's not cold. Rather warm."

"Yes."

How would I react if I talked to my father, who loves his family and is a daughter fool, about eating himself? I feel like this smile freezes.

Scary, but unavoidable topic any more.

"What's up, Mine? Is it dark?

"... Dad, I need to talk to you. About my illness."

The words alone froze my father's smile and footsteps. Tighten your mouth and peek at me with a serious face you have not usually seen.

After laying his eyes down lightly for the first time, my father walked out early enough to escape from something.

"Let's hear it when we get home. And your mother."

"Mmm."

What had I perceived, my strength was upon the arms of my father, who was lifting me up all the time, so that he might let me escape.