Ascendance of a Bookworm

Even though my body is hot enough to boil, my head core seems to be chilling out and I feel like my body is much lighter than usual.

All I could see was staring and turning bright blue as blood drew from the face of the temple chief, who stood fluttering near the door.

If I look like that, I wish I didn't have to do something terrible from the start. It's not stupid.

"Mine, the magic is leaking. Keep your emotions down!

You must have seen the temple chief with more and more complexion, the clergyman changed his blood phase and stood up rattling and screamed.

A voice from the unexpected turns my gaze from the temple chief to the priest chief.

The moment the temple chief disappeared from my sight, the sound of the temple chief crumbling and sitting on his ear like a dosari and heavy luggage fell on the spot.

Out of my sight I seem to be able to move, and the clergy, who did not move as they were sewn together, rush over to the temple chief and begin to hear me speak. I asked the Chief Cleric, listening far away to the voice questioning the safety of the Temple Chief.

"How do you suppress it?

As I leaned my neck in anger looking to the chief cleric, I held my chest down and the chief cleric groaned low.

"Gu......, always do, don't you?

"How am I suppressing this anger to someone who says he wants to have a discussion and call it in, suddenly, in an ordered tone, after going out to hard means, and if he fights back, he's going to be sentenced to a maximum sentence? I don't know."

Take your gaze off the chief priest and put the temple chief in sight again. The temple chief, who was sitting on the floor, had his face in a position where my gaze met without having to look up, unlike earlier.

He draws a voice, and tries to distance himself from me at all, as the temple chief, who dyed his face in terror, trembles his whole body funny.

Weird face.

It's not like the face of a good man or the face of an arrogant shore. It's like seeing a monster or something like that against a weak little girl like me.

I took a step, feeling indescribably frustrated with the temple chief changing his face from next to next.

"Fuck, don't come! Don't come! Don't come over here!

Whispering breathlessly, the temple chief has repeated the same words over and over again, as he was in a state of panic.

From around the back of my right shoulder sounded like the chief priest's hurried voice.

"Wait! If they let their emotions release their magic like this, the temple chief's heart won't hold!

Phew, and hammering, I take one step, and one more step and one foot toward the temple chief.

"I wish I were dead. If you lived like this, you'd kill my father and mother, wouldn't you? Then die first. You're trying to kill people, so you're naturally prepared to be killed, right? If you die, I'm sure whoever's after the cauldron will be happy, right?

Four steps, where he advanced his leg, the temple chief blew a bubble, peeled his eyes off, and fell.

At the next moment, the chief priest knelt before me, blocked to hide the temple chief from my sight. Keep frowning at the bitterness, sweating, and seriously-eyed recruiting.

"Let's have a discussion"

"Ohanasiai? In flesh language? Or with magic?

The clergyman, who opened his eyes to my question, coughed up coffingly, dripping blood from the edge of his mouth. The red droplets that finally tell me, they take my eyes off me.

"Kill not, be not. If you kill the temple chief, your family will be within the ranks of the nobleman. That shouldn't be where you want it."

To the word of the chief priest, hah. You can't make your family a criminal in my rampage you wanted to protect your family.

When I blinked several times, ha, and a sigh of tiredness leaked out of the clergyman's mouth.

"Sounds like reason's back, huh?

"... maybe"

As relieved, the clergyman pulls out the strength of his body, wipes his mouth with a handkerchief removed from his nostrils, and trims his disturbed forehead. Only then did the chief cleric return to his sober face as if nothing had happened.

"Let's have a discussion. Just like you wanted."

"You mean you'll swallow all the terms over here?

The clergyman, with a bitter face for a moment, shook his head gently, then laid his hand on my shoulder.

"... to contain the magic that breaks out. Can you do that?"

Slowly and deeply breathing, I concentrate the heat that has spread all over my body and push it into the center. It's the usual familiar task, but I feel I have more fever to eat than I thought I would.

Not the fever of eating, but the magic?

I pushed it in nicely, thinking that I didn't care, and tightened the lid tightly. As soon as that happens, the force in the body falls out and the gakun and body collapse like a puppet with a broken thread.

"Oops."

My fallen body was stopped by the clergyman in front of me, and I would not be thrown out on the floor.

"Mine!"

"Are you all right!?

The clergyman lifted up my body and offered it to my parents as they rushed over.

My mother bent her knees gently and received me, hugging me. My father looks down at me, worried, relaxed and powerless.

"It's okay. My body just doesn't follow the surge and sudden drop in my body temperature when the fever of eating runs wild. Because it's the usual thing, and my consciousness is clear."

"Is that the usual thing? Is that it?"

I gently leaked a laugh at my father's anxious words.

"I rarely get so emotional and rampant, but I was about to be eaten, because six months ago, the fever was rampant quite often."

"Were you..."

While I was talking to my parents like that, the chief cleric was standing up and giving instructions to the clergy to clean up this place. Ask him to take care of the temple chief and make him set up a room to talk.

"Gentlemen, if you throw the temple chief into bed, go home and rest. If you get all that magic intimidation from the front, you must be pretty exhausted."

"But the chief cleric is better..."

The priest, who spoke out worryingly, is right, perhaps the most exhausted person on this occasion is the chief cleric, rather than the clergy around him. For he was interrupting between the temple chief and me, and speaking with me eyes to eyes, directly near the front.

"The Chief Cleric... are you all right?

I still remember the red that was coming from the edge of my lips, and I spoke out of the blue. The clergyman, who saw this one as surprised, grins bitterly.

"This is the punishment given to me. I didn't know how much magic there was in eating that lived to the christening ceremony, but it's only natural because I was stationary about the temple chief who pissed you off."

The clergyman, who finished giving instructions, walks slowly over here. Nearby, from the rough breath and tired expression, it was often felt that it was impossible.

"Chief Cleric, why were you stationary?

"If I could let you into the temple without any conditions, because I didn't think I'd ever cross it. I spared no effort and was greedy to make a little profit. I didn't think your parents, the civilians, would resist the noble orders, and I didn't even think you were prepared to be sentenced to death to protect your children."

My father narrows his eyes slightly to the clergyman who groans that it is out of calculation.

"Mine is an important daughter. I thought you said that many times.

The chief cleric sees me in the word of the Father. He stroked my head lightly in my mother's arms with a complex grin, like he was mocking himself, like he had seen something terribly dazzling.

"... Mine, I honestly think I envy you for being taken care of and loved by my parents so far. The temple is full of orphans and nobles who were never needed by their parents."

The words of the Chief Cleric, who could live in a brilliant and sumptuous room, were so sad that, from now on, they remained on his chest all the while related to the Temple.

Because the temple chief was put into bed, we moved into the clergyman's room to change places and have discussions.

The basic arrangement and the luxury of the furniture used are the same as in the Temple Chief's room, but there are no decorative shelves and the desk is buried in wood plaques and paper. Apparently, the clergyman is in charge of the practical aspects of the temple.

Now he recommended me a proper seat, and prepared me up to the bench for me, for which I have no strength, and the discussion began.

"Earlier, did I say intimidation? May I ask what the hell that was? Mine's eyes glowed like rainbows, and a light yellow sprouts appeared from his body..."

What's that? I didn't know such a strange phenomenon was happening! Your eyes are rainbow or something out of your body, what's that!?

I was a little confused by my father's words.

You don't know, or you're the only one who can't see, so nobody seems to notice my surprise or anything, and the story just goes on.

"It's a phenomenon that emerges when intense emotions become uncontrollable. Magic encircles, activates, and magically intimidates subjects who recognize them as their enemies. It's easy to wake up if you're a kid who sucks at suppressing emotions, but you've never had one before?

The parents looked at each other and began to explore their memories.

"I've seen my eyes change color a few times. It's time for me to say everything I can. But it wasn't intimidating enough. If you give me a reason why I can't, it's mostly because it fits."

"Speaking of which, I've never seen mine before when you made a scene in the woods that Faye and the others broke it. That was pretty intimidating."

My parents are blooming in memorabilia, but when I listen to them as a third party, my quirks come to mind. To say the least, I honestly think kids who change the color of their eyes or make them feel intimidated are creepy.

It's not weird to be dumped. You've often raised me so much...

"Since the difference in magic also makes the difference in influence, I guess the fact that it is more powerful than before is a little more magic for Mine. Be careful not to let them run wild from now on."

"I can't shake my emotions without it."

Turning away to accuse the temple chief who had made him cut off of being bad, the clergyman narrowed his eyes as he observed me still.

"I heard that eating is relatively high in magic, but I didn't think it was magical enough to unleash enough intimidation to bring down the temple chief.... What do you mean, why are you alive?

"Huh?"

I don't care why they say it. When I couldn't understand it well and tilted my neck, the clergyman explained it to me.

"The stronger the magic, the more spiritual power you have to contain. The magic that can withstand with the emotional and spiritual power of a child who doesn't know to contain it is honestly not that strong. The more powerful magic you are born, the sooner you die. Magic increases as you grow, so the magic of eating that survived to the baptism ceremony is not as threatening as it should be. It's strange that the bearers of magic like you are alive."

"I should have been dead by now. A kind man gave me a magic trick that was about to break, so I could extend my life."

The original mine was nearly two years ago. And if Frieda hadn't helped me, I would have died six months ago, too. As the Chief Cleric said, it is not easy for a cannibal to survive until the baptism ceremony.

"Right. But you didn't want to sign a contract with nobility through that kind man? I can't live without a contract. Thanks to your lack of pact, I can welcome you to the temple, but I can't help but wonder."

Asked really strangely, I lean my neck in the same way.

"It wouldn't make sense to be alive to sign a contract and be kept and killed by nobles, would it? I wanted to be with my family. I wanted to make a book. It doesn't make sense that you can't live the way you want to."

"... live like you want to live,? That's a very incomprehensible way of thinking."

The clergyman, shaking his head gently, breathed slowly and opened his mouth, looking at me, at my mother, in turn, at my father.

"Mine, I want you to enter the temple. This is not an order, please."

"The merchant told me. There's less nobility, not enough magic, is there? Is it true that magic affects the harvest?

"... you're a much more knowledgeable merchant. Well, fine."

Apparently, the information Benno's been gathering was right. Then, if you don't have enough magic, you're going to have a terrible range of influence.

"Can't you get other noblemen to cooperate?

"We each have magic equipment that we need to protect and move. It's mostly magic equipment that protects the city's roots."

Oh, my God, I thought the nobles would cooperate a little, but they have something else to do.

"The temple chief is alle, but I'm the one in charge of practice. It is rare to have as much magic as you. [M] Let me try to be as convenient as I promised."

"Father, and say hello."

The terms are well discussed. Let's leave the negotiations ahead to my father, the head of the family.

My mother stroked my head softly and said, "You're tired, aren't you? You can go to sleep," he said, "but if you don't hear exactly what's going on with you, you'll be feathers eating chops from Benno again. As it was brought to the bench, I decided to watch the discussion between my father and the chief priest.

"So here's the condition from here. If you say you need the magic of Mine, I demand almost equal treatment with the nobility. I hope you never let Mine work like a gray witch."

The chief cleric nodded to my father's request with little thought.

"Prepare a blue coat specially for Mine. Care for magic equipment will be the main task, just like the noble brother, and if the temple chief didn't run wild, he would have done so, so no problem. Care for magic equipment and work in the library where he is eager, so what do you think?

Without imposing conditions, my fondness for the clergyman, who granted me access to the library room, rises to climb the eel.

You look cold, but you stop my rampage by putting your body up, you're a competent man to take on practice in one hand, you read the Bible, you put me in the library, you put me in the library, you put me in the library!

"Chief Cleric, you're a very good man!

"Huh?"

My emotion and joy seemed to no one. Just a glimpse, my father also went back to discussing the chief priest.

"Then I want to ask you to come through because I can't help but worry about living in a temple that my parents can't see. I'm not going to let Mine go."

"... right. Mine is not an orphan, so you can go through the house. In fact, there will be no problem, as there are many aristocrats who have houses to attend"

"Um, Mine is frail, so I can't work every day, but on that point?

While my mother held my mouth down gently with one hand, and forbidden me to speak, Sakku and the story set me down and proceeded.

"You don't have to force yourself when you're not feeling well. He also told me about going to the woods when I was feeling better, so it's not like I can't move, right?

He turned his gaze to the chief cleric, and I shook my neck beside him, biting myself as I perused myself.

"Even if you're feeling better, you can't do it without Lutz"

"Lutz? The boy you picked up the other day?

"That's right. You've been managing my health for so long. Without Lutz, I would suddenly fall or heat up. I need someone to take care of my health."

So before I could say that Lutz was convenient and just in good health... the chief cleric nodded as I was good at it. Like nothing to say, write something on the wood tag at hand.

"Oh, you mean you need side service. Blue clerics and witches are always to be accompanied by a few, so no problem"

"Huh?"

What is flanking? I'd be in trouble if a few of them were attached to me.

Take your gaze off of me confused, and the clergyman looks out for his parents.

"Even this, you still disagree? Any other terms?

Pretty conceded, I'm sure. The words of Benno, who said he wanted me in the temple for anything, seemed right.

"Um, Chief Cleric. I'm registered to a commercial guild. May I continue with the workshop?

"... a temple chief would say that such a thing is not necessary to serve God"

For the first time, the Chief Cleric showed a difficult color. I frown hard and think. I negotiate, as Benno taught me.

"... but I've been working on the workshop. It's my important source of income. There's an orphanage here, right? Can't you pay the orphan children to hire them, or pay a portion of the profits of the goods they could make to the temple, or find a dropping place for something?

Unlike the temple chief, who is likely to say no without a headache, if he is the chief cleric in charge of practice, he must also know about the books. Benno said that the temple with fewer nobles and fewer donations should want income.

Waiting for the clergyman's answer, he held his temples, groaning abominably, "How far do you know?"

"... good. After a slow discussion of the profits and the percentages to be paid to the temple at a later date, we shall decide whether or not to admit them. I don't have any information today, so I'm not gonna talk to you."

"Okay. Then we'll talk about money later, including donations"

I don't really want to talk about donations in front of my parents. The clergyman raised one brow lightly about what he had guessed, but turned his gaze to his parents without saying anything.

"Any other terms?

"No, I can't disagree as a parent if you take a blue coat and go through the house looking at your health. Best regards,"

When I finished talking, I was invited to lunch. But we left the temple immediately. You should give the sheriff a quick break, because my mother said so.

Leaving the temple surrounded by high gates, the well sunny pre-lunch blue sky is wide and clear, further fuelling the sense of emancipation that is all over.

My father holds me up and I go home. We walked silently for a while, but my father shrugged softly when we saw Central Square and came back into our own living quarters.

"You're done..."

"Yeah."

"You won, didn't you?

I nodded heavily with a full grin at my father, who told me as if I had no real feelings.

"That's a big victory. Thank you for protecting me, Father and Mother."

When I broke my elbow, gripping loosely my fist, which finally began to come into force, my father smiled all the time, holding me back with one hand, and made his fist with the other.

"Mine was the one who protected my dads, wasn't it? Intimidation."

"Um, the fever just went wild in my anger, and I honestly don't remember it very well"

Couscous, laughing, I fist lightly with my father.

They swallowed all the conditions lined up, and when it comes to money, it's up to me to negotiate. You can talk to Benno, work out measures, and definitely win him over.

"I'm a little relieved. With the chief clergyman, it's going to be okay."

To my mother's words I leaned my neck. Sure, I don't know what my mother was relieved to see, though I think the chief cleric is competent.

"The Chief Cleric would have stopped Mine properly, wouldn't he? Mine runs on his own, so it's troublesome that no one can stop him. If something happens and the magic runs wild, they'll stop you and scold you."

It's a motherly reason to know me well.

Once you enter the temple, you can now expect to be scolded by the clergyman with my mother's ink.

"... I'm going to be pissed off a lot"

Both my father and mother laughed at my predictions.

If I could not stop the temple chief, I would exhale, thinking that I could not see this sight.

Good. I ran wild, but I, I wasn't wrong.

As we turned the boulevard and entered the narrow alley to the house, reassured that we were all back together, there was a touri in the square of the well.

My cheeks loosen as I wandered around and quickly found myself waiting for us to return.

"Touri!"

"Mine! Good! He's back properly!

He rushes over, trampling the weed with a little stretch of touri that he finds us.

And the Father set me down, and let my back be rubbed against myself, and supported me. Each toori that jumps at me supports me.

"Welcome back, Mine! I've been waiting for you."

Good, I even responded with a laugh to Tulli's smile with tears.

"I'm home, Thuri"