Ascendance of a Bookworm

When I got home, the whole family looked terribly worried and waited for my return. The moment the front door opened, Tulli and my mother had a horrible look on their face, and my father, who had the same look on his face, immediately afterwards, flew his anger.

"You were too late! I don't care how much you make me worry!

"I'm sorry to bother you, Dad."

When Benno asked me a lot about the temple, I immediately apologized because I well understood that my father was deeply worried.

I go and leave my baggage in my bedroom, looking sideways at the dinner that has already been prepared. As soon as I got home, hunger and fatigue pushed me closer and closer.

"I went to the temple, to Mr. Benno's shop, to the commercial guild, so it took me a lot of time. I'm tired and I'm really hungry."

And when I washed my hands, and reached the table with them, my father narrowed his eyes with wrinkles between his brows.

"What the hell happened?

The Father's words seemed to express the hearts and minds of the whole family, and both Mother and Touri look at me with anxious eyes.

"I'll report it all, can I have dinner first? I'm hungry, and it's a long story."

"... ok"

Whether you think about it a lot or because there was nothing busy talking about it after dinner, the look on the face of the whole family is dark and everyone seems to have something in mind for each of them.

I remember searching for memories of whether there was a bright topic. If it's Corinna's topic, the conversation must play a little bit.

"You know, mother. I was told today when I went to Mr. Benno's store that Mr. Corinna wanted to see my sundress and hair decorations. Can I show you something?

My mother, who was eating soup, dropped a cutlet and a spoon. I look open, grate and look around, face red and shake my head.

"Oh, yeah!? That's not what you're supposed to look like to Master Corinna!

"... well. Well, I'll say no."

I thought maybe I'd hesitate, but I didn't think I'd reject it so far. It's bad to confuse my mother too much, and you should say no.

Though it was a kind, thoughtful refusal, my mother was even more disturbed by my refusal, waving her butterflies, and glancing away.

"Hey, wait a minute, Mine! You can't say no. Wait a minute. Oh, I can't give you an answer right away."

My mother was totally in a state of confusion. I'm glad Corinna recognized me, but I don't seem to know what to do because someone like me on the cloud is the other person.

I laugh small when I realize the psychology of my mother like that. The unusual appearance of my mother is a bit funny and cute.

Oh no, I thought with some grunt that it wasn't like this, and as I was enjoying my mother's wandering off the rice, Thuri poked me in the arm from the side.

"Hey, Mine. Are you taking that to Master Corinna's house?

"Maybe you will, huh?

My mother herself said no, so you can assume it's a decision to take sunshine and hair decorations. I don't know if my mother is going or just me, but I'm going to take it to Corinna. You can't have me come.

With his sparkling eyes full of anticipation, Tulli stared at me and put his hands together in front of his chest. I blink my eyes and tilt my neck at Touri's cutest snack style.

"What's the matter, Touri?

"Now can I go, too?

The last time I took the Linshan, the invitation from Corinna was addressed to me, so Tulli put up with wanting to go and left a message. I am not getting a separate invitation this time, so it would be fine if I accompanied Mr Benno by saying that Thuri is with me when he replies.

"Mr. Corinna is sweet, and I don't think he's going to say no... In advance, Thuri made me flowers with bigger hair decorations, so please."

"Mine, love it! Thanks!"

Pah, shine your face, wow, and innocently delightful Touri, seriously cute. That's our angel. For Tulli, the needle apprentice, Mr. Corinna is a charismatic needle, or he's an admirer.

Watching Touri in a near-limp mood, my mother bawled her hand and waited.

"Wait, both of you. Wait a minute. I didn't decide to go yet..."

"Huh? But you're not gonna say no, are you?

"That's right, but..."

The words coming out of my mundane mother's mouth don't mean much anymore.

"I don't know if Mr. Corinna actually wants to hear about the person who sewed it... but if your mother really doesn't want to go, you don't have to go, okay?

I only take clothes and hair decorations with Touri, so when I tried to say, my mother shook her head clearly.

"You didn't say you didn't want to go."

"Yeah. Well, I'll tell you what, the three of us are going."

Niccoli laughed and when I said so, my mother ceased. Touri looks at my mother, and Couscous laughs. And I will laugh, and my mother will exhale, and laugh, as she gave up.

When he saw us laughing, he smiled uncomplicated as his father narrowed his eyes.

"Well, let me tell you something about today."

The air, which was delightfully floating, became heavy in an instant in the words of my mother, who said so while preparing tea after a meal. The gaze of the whole family gathers to me and prompts me to talk.

"Uh, from the story of the temple. I refused to talk about the witch apprentice, but when I found out I was eating, she said she wanted to talk to my parents, and I kept this invitation. Three bells the day after tomorrow."

When I saw the wood plaque I had taken out of my bag, my father changed his complexion. My father, who is a gatekeeper, knows the existence of invitations, and he should have seen them more than once, and he knows exactly what an invitation from the nobleman, the head of the temple, means.

When I saw the letter of order for the compulsory summons, I let it catch my mouth all the time.

"Mine, you, what have you done!?

"Nothing, I didn't do anything. We just had a chat and they read the Bible..."

"Dear nobleman, you read to me..."

"... because I didn't know the chief cleric was noble then"

You had no choice, pointing your lips at me, and when I talked about glowing the Holy Grail in the temple, my parents looked at me with a soulful look. Apparently, we've exceeded the tolerances.

Waving patterned in front of my frightened parents, I lean my neck gently.

"Continue, can we talk?

I shook my head as blurbed as my relieved father had returned to me hah, scratching my head with gassi.

"Oh, talk."

"I went to Mr. Benno's shop after the temple. Mr. Benno, I know more about eating than I do, and I know more about temples and nobles, so I've been taught a lot."

"Various?"

I looked around at my family who looked at me surprised, and I nodded loudly once. Breathe slowly, exhale.

"You know, it's hot eating, it's magic. He said you wouldn't be able to escape the temple or the nobility."

"Oh no..."

My mother and Touri put their hands on my mouth and shook my body horribly. I don't know if that's fear of me with magic, or of the power of a temple. Keep your eyes down gently, and I will continue.

"But the temple has magic tools, so if you go, your life will be saved."

My father, my mother, and Tulli saw me in a crossed face with no expectations and anxiety. Instead of fearing magic, my powers fall out of my body softly into my worried eyes.

"Hey, Mine. If you go into the temple, your life won't be able to see you even if you save it, will it?

"If it stays like this, maybe..."

In my words Thuri shook his head with tears.

"... what's the difference between being kept and killed by nobles? I don't want to do mine in the temple."

That's what my father said to squeeze out his voice. Indeed, as it stands now, you will enter the temple as a gray witch apprentice, and all you see is a future in which magic is taken, donations are taken and treated like a good temple.

"Hey, Dad. Does your father know what a central move is? You've never heard of a coup d 'état and a change in nobility's movements?

"You had a merchant who talked about that a few days ago. He's a gatekeeper, so he's coming in once, but it doesn't really matter here, does it?

Maybe Benno got around to talking via Otto. With that in mind, I shook my head.

"That's why I'm called to the temple. Now that the number of aristocrats is decreasing, they need magic in the temple. I don't know if Mr. Benno's story is true, but does my father know?

My father was breathtaking when he thought of something. Lower your eyes gently to remember something as you stroke your jaw.

"I'm pretty sure there's room for nobility. There are aristocrats who leave, but there are no aristocrats who come in these days"

"Mr. Benno's words, are they true? Then maybe we can figure it out."

"What do you mean?

My family came out and ate at my whining.

"You're lucky, Mr. Benno said. Because the nobility is diminishing and the temple is in trouble, we may be able to negotiate well and have the nobility treat us close."

"Tell me more."

He looked at me with such serious and fierce eyes as when my father's eyes were working.

I explain what Benno taught me as finely and plainly as possible. We also talked about contract magic and workshop registration.

"... So, I don't know if I'm going to try, but Mr. Benno said to negotiate, emphasizing that he's weak, to get him to go through with it, to get better treatment. He said that in the current situation, he would make some concessions over there. I was told to give it up to live."

My father glanced at my words.

"Give it up to live, huh? Well, depending on what you're thinking, it's a good time, isn't it?

"Yeah."

To insist on magic provision and frailty to make it close to the aristocracy.

To emphasise weakness and kindness and to have them admit to going through.

Ask them to acknowledge the survival of the workshop by facilitating the money.

"There are other things I'd like to put through, like browsing the library, securing the workforce, but if this goes through, I think I can say victory"

"Okay. Let's do it. I became a soldier to protect every family in this city. You can't protect your family, what do you say you protect? Mine will win you the best to live."

My father, whose eyes shimmered and nipped up his lips, had the face of a man who had preceded the battle.

The next day, my parents took the day off at work for me. Because I had moved too much the day before, I could not move busily, and it became a day of rest.

And the next day is the Promised Day when I was summoned to the Temple. My parents stretch out, and I go to the temple, dressed in apprenticeships to go to Benno's shop.

"Father, protect me."

As I had seen at the gate, I clenched my fist and bent my elbow to make a force kobu.

After my father looked lightly at the tricks that soldiers would do when they wished each other good luck, I laughed softly. Likewise hold my fist, bend my elbow, and gently strike my fist against mine.

"Leave it to me."

The temple gate seemed to have been notified, and the guidance of the gray cleric led him immediately to the temple chief's room.

Through the side of the prayer room as usual, through certain parts of the civilian lodging room and on to the zone used by the nobles.

In the hallway, which becomes a little more luxurious every time he advances, my father walks with his fist gripped tightly with his temples trembling to make up his mind about something. I can see my mother's face blued with nervousness watching as she grated at my father.

The hand connected to my mother had strength, trembling in small pieces.

"Chief Temple, the girl named Mine and her parents are here."

That's what the gray cleric said, opening the door to the temple chief's room.

At the table in the center of the room you can see the temple chief and the clergyman waiting. And there were four gray clerics in the space behind the table, standing side by side.

I didn't know I was an orphan yesterday, but knowing that and looking at it again, I feel like I'm actually beautiful for an orphan. Maybe not so badly treated? Or are those who serve the aristocracy cleansed?

"Good morning, Temple Chief"

"Oh, Mine."

The temple chief greets me out with a familiar favorable face. But then he saw what my parents looked like, and he gazed. He opens his eyes like he can't believe it, and his fist is shaking as he sifts.

"This one... is Mine's parents for sure?

"Yes, definitely"

"What the hell kind of profession?

"I'm a soldier's father and a dyeing workshop working mother."

When I answered the question, after seeing my parents with a cursory and uncanny gaze, the temple chief laughed hun with his nose as if he had made a fool of himself. You don't have to say anything, that's all you see right away looking down at "the poor".

I blinked my eyes as the leopard turned back flat.

To the appearance of the temple chief, who suddenly became contemptuous of others, there are no shards of the likeness of the previous. I saw something called a difference in identity, and at the same time, I thought of something called the power of money, which was the cause of the favourable treatment I had received until now.

"Well, let's talk about it early."

There was no greeting, no permission to reach the table, and we were to stand and listen to the temple chief. Maybe this is normal, but I just know the temple chief who's been kind to me before, and I frown unexpectedly.

The priest sitting next to the temple chief only looks at us with a quiet, faceless look, and never with a contemptuous eye like the temple chief. But he doesn't even seem willing to stop the temple chief, he has a clear face.

The temple chief coughed with Cohon and opened his mouth with a truly great attitude as he moved his eyebrows.

"I think you already know Mine wants a witch apprentice, but you're against it,"

"Yeah, that's right. I don't think I want to put my precious daughter in the same environment as an orphan."

While my father quietly scattered a spark, he looked at the temple chief, who stroked his beard with a face that seemed uninteresting that he would not even put it on his teeth, such as his father's attitude.

"Hmm. Maybe, but Mine ate himself. Eating can't live without magic equipment. The temple has magic equipment. With mercy, the temple will accept you."

That was a non-negotiable order. The tone and various attitudes of the temple chief make me so frustrated that I am very hypertensive and unfamiliar with identity differences.

I didn't seem to be the only one who was frustrated by the bare gestures that I could see looking down on, and I found my father's body moving pickly.

"I refuse. Mine can't live in the same environment as an orphan."

"That's right. Mine is very weak, even if he doesn't eat himself. He's a kid who collapsed twice at the baptism ceremony and then hasn't had a fever for days. You can't live in a temple."

Strength was held in the hand of my mother, who was connected to protect me. Rejecting across identity differences is tantamount to risking your life.

Naturally, the temple chief, who didn't even think as much as dew about being turned down, turned bright red to the one above his slightly bald forehead for rejecting all his parents.

"All my parents are rude! Be quiet and give me my daughter!

My cheeks caught on so emotional and annoying that I was frightened of what was in this priesthood. Even so, I do not want to understand that we who are nobles and civilians are the ones who must bow our heads.

My father would be trembling in anger, but in such a quiet tone that he wouldn't let it feel, my father refuses again.

"I refuse. There are many orphans in the temple. I want you to finish using it and making it comforting. I won't refuse to imitate you throwing your precious daughter into an orphan."

My mother also held my hand painfully in the words of my father and snorted firmly. It was a delightful, proud and unintentionally laughable word for me from my parents, but for the temple chief it was just to oil the fire.

"Don't be ridiculous! Capture these disrespectful parents and lock Mine in the back!

The temple chief turned around and shouted at the gray cleric standing behind him. Whether it's short-circuited or never thought about discussing it, the temple chief suddenly takes hard means to kick down the chair and get up.

"Stay back."

As my father came forward to protect me and my mother, a grey cleric came towards Zach. Thanks to the fact that it was across the table, there was no simultaneous jumping, but a slight time difference.

The temple chief smiles nasty at my father, who stood still.

"If I raise my hand to the priest, I will sentence him to death in the name of God."

"I've been that ready since I decided to protect Mine"

My father slapped his thoughtful fist into the belly of the coming cleric, where he broke his body, feeding his knee kick to his jaw and letting him faint. He punches his back fist between the cleric's eyebrows and kicks it in the back as it is.

I was not lost at all in the flowing movements of my father, who attacked one steeple after another, rendering the clergy incapable of fighting. Above all, it cannot be a battle in a grey cleric who takes care of his father and aristocratic clerics who have been trained as soldiers. You're not usually exposed to so much violence, the two remaining clerics creep back and forth looking at my father with frightened eyes.

"Hung, I don't care if you two can deal with each other, if it's a lot, how long will you have it?

As he mocked his father's readiness, the temple chief opened the door. There were more than 10 clerics across the door who had slipped into the room at once to see how they were calling and collecting.

Something in me cut off pussy in the look of the temple chief looking at this one like he was proud to win.

Come on, man!

His whole body got hot as the blood in his body boiled, and his beak, his head, was wrapped in a strangely calmly chilling feeling. I can see my whole body stained with anger.

"Don't be ridiculous. It's this line. Don't touch your father and your mother."

When I left one step ago, both the temple chief, who was laughing greatly, and the clergyman, who was sitting alone and watching the situation, and even the clergymen, who had crept in, looked at me with dismay, for whatever reason, all together.