Ascendance of a Bookworm

My name is Marc and I am your husband's assistant at the Guilberta Chamber of Commerce. You did just turn 37. At this age, it's something I don't remember clearly, such as my age.

I have served the Guilberta Chamber of Commerce since my predecessors and, given the apprenticeship period, I have been looking after you for 30 years. My husband was born the year I entered this store as an apprentice as Dalua, so it's really early to have a month.

There are two types of apprenticeships for tradesmen and craftsmen, distinguished from Dalua and Dapra. Briefly, Dalua is an employment contract with the store manager, with the difference that Dapla is a brother-in-law contract to entrust the store and business in the future. There are huge differences in contract fees and contract details, but you won't need a detailed explanation here.

The Gilberta Chamber of Commerce basically keeps the children of other shops as Dalua. Merchant children train in spare stores for a certain period of time. This period can be determined by consultation between the store and the child's parent, which would be more than 3 to 4 years.

There are a number of reasons to broaden our horizons, to know where they are used, to pull them away from positions that tend to be spoiled, to have friends with those who become the next generation of store managers, but they are the bridge that connects the store to the store.

I was also originally contracted as Dalua to return to my parents' store once I had completed my employment period. However, my father died and my elder brother, who succeeded me, was so different in his attitude towards business that after several contract renewals as Dalua, he re-signed the 15-year-old mitzvah as Dapla during his term.

Dapra has an apprenticeship period of 8 years. Originally, after studying as a Dalua in other stores, you will contract as a Dapla between the ages of approximately 10 and 12, when you turn 20, you will be entrusted with the store in place of your husband.

I was too late to sign a contract, so eight years after adulthood would be added as a further period of study.

That said, I had already worked as a Dalua for eight years and understood my work at the Guilberta Chamber of Commerce. I never found eight years of training particularly painful either, as my predecessor's measurements made him receive roughly the same amount of pay as that given to adult employers, unlike the general dapla, and not as an apprentice. It was every day that I rejoiced that I was treated better than when I was in Dalua and encouraged me to work.

But the trouble is, my predecessors died on the verge of my finishing my studies as a Dapla. My husband had just grown up and was still unreliable as a store manager. Dalua, who had signed with her predecessor, few left the store refusing to renew her contract with her husband.

I had not finished my studies yet, so I tried to offer my parents assistance to continue working at the Guilberta Chamber of Commerce. However, the eldest brother, who had inherited the store, instead of aid, mocked the death of his predecessors and declared himself cut off from the Gilberta store.

How can I describe my anger then? I can still vividly recall that moment when I made up my mind to separate myself from my parents' house, to protect the Gilberta Chamber of Commerce and my husband from anything and to swear in my heart to do it in return.

My husband asked me if I would return to my parents' house at the end of my studies as a Dapla, but there was no place for me to go that set me apart from my parents', and it was the Gilberta Chamber of Commerce that needed me more than anywhere else.

After I told her that I would stay in the store, I worked selflessly with my husband and rebuilt the store. We have quickly regained momentum and made the store even bigger. The fact that I turned my hand around in the back and stepped on my parents' house to rebuild the store will now also be the subject of a statute of limitations.

Corinna, the youngest daughter of her predecessor, was married, but her eldest brother, her husband, seems to have lost interest in the marriage itself after the loss of Master Reese. I also missed my wedding date when I realized it. That's something that's hard to think of.

We have plenty of work to do, and Corinna's child and husband will decide to succeed the store, so we can say that every day there are no major problems like those related to the store's survival so far.

Well, my husband is not here today because of a meeting where all the big store owners get together. Then, one case after another comes to me that requires an important decision.

"Mr. Marc, I've been contacted that Lincoln's delivery is likely to be delayed"

"We had a late arrival of the rave this time, so you have no choice. Ask your parents to deliver the finished portion first and tell them to hurry as much as possible for the rest."

"Um, Mr. Marc. Baroness Bronn has sent a request to Master Corinna."

"It's rarer for that one to be asked to do it in the summer. You must hurry. Deliver it to Master Corinna immediately."

Having a little busier time than usual, my husband returned with a mine.

"Marc, I need to talk to you. Come!"

My husband slowly goes to the back. I saw Lutz shining his eyes, his motivated husband and his troubled facial mine and why he was chasing us both with his breath out, and once again I had a feeling the difficulty was coming down.

Purchasing raw materials to prepare the workshop to make the linseen, pioneering and running sales channels to secure the craftsmen, walking around the city looking for materials for tools for Mine and Lutz to make the plant paper, striving to alleviate the mess with the parchment association, being thrown round the opening of the plant paper workshop...... In retrospect, I feel pretty unscrupulous over the course of roughly a year. What the hell is it this time?

"Marc, we're going to train confectioners! Get ready!"

Training confectioners? Words have popped up that don't seem to have anything to do with my previous work. I have a very bad feeling about it. This abruptness seems unmistakable considering Mine is involved.

If you ask your husband how he is, with his motivated and glitzy eyes, he takes out various wooden plaques and confirms something. My husband seems fine and most importantly, but his impact on the surroundings is going to be daunting.

"You say confectioners, what the hell are you going to let them make?

"Ask Mine."

Oh, is it still Mine? Apparently, the challenge has risen again.

Originally the Guilberta Chamber of Commerce was a shop that started with the garment workshop of my husband's great-grandmother, Lady Guilberta, and basically developed in the form of a wife making clothes in the workshop and her husband selling them. The manager is always registered in her husband's name, but the truth is that it is female who is in charge of the substantive store.

This is the Guilberta Chamber of Commerce, which has been commercializing the city's wealthy opponents, but your husband's mother. From where your design caught the attention of the lower nobles, you can now cut it into the aristocratic society one by one. It was only in the last decade or so that I started doing business with the aristocracy. It's only recently.

Dear Corinna's taste also seems to be gaining a certain recognition in the aristocratic society, let's say the Guilberta Chamber of Commerce is Antai.

In other words, what the Guilberta Chamber of Commerce deals with is that the garments are more about ornaments, beauty relations.

As a beauty related item, the Lincoln brought in by Mine has become a pretty good product, and the hair decorations that are to be made in Corinna's workshop from now on have already gained a certain popularity in the city as decorations.

Given the quality and design of the yarn, Master Corinna is sincerely pleased that she has acquired a good right that would also be accepted by the aristocratic depths and ladies.

But, on the other hand, the paper industry that Mine brought in is a slightly off-track operation for the Guilberta Chamber of Commerce, and training confectioners can be quite a different job of fur from previous operations.

What the hell is your husband thinking?

"Oh, no! I've told you many times I can't do it without sugar!

"Bread can be cooked without sugar. I guess the practice of using the oven comes first?

"But there's already a number of bakeries in the city, and there's an association of bakers, so we're going to bump into vested interests again! Just practice! Besides, Mr. Benno is going to put artisan pulls on the bakery, isn't he?!?

"I'm afraid of vested interests and can I do a new business!

The exchange between the husband sitting in the chair and Mine, kneeling on the chair and gazing at height, is reminiscent of the interaction between the husband and Master Leese. Do you say you're close enough to fight, or do you say you're trustworthy enough to make up your mind easily?

My husband even feels the most alive when he and Mine are chattering about business. Doing the mouth master Mine must be as refreshing as when you beat Master Leese in a mouth fight. Because I stayed beaten by Master Reese.

"Lutz, can you put those two behind you and explain the situation back and forth first? Why did your husband suddenly tell you to train confectioners?

"Oh, yes."

Lutz, who was watching the two arguments far-flung, corrected his posture like he was hacked and started explaining. Lutz, who is used to being swayed by Mine, also switches consciousness quickly. It's honest, absorbs well on everything, and I'd say it's a serious, patient, and difficult person. He seems to be smart at first, and he tells us about what happened today in good order.

According to Lutz's explanation, after the meeting at the commercial guild, there was a tasting party for Katorkar, where he appeared to be able to engage in a battle with the guild chief cook. I was talking about my husband hanging up on me that if I didn't have a confectioner, I should grow one.

You're talking about being impatient with that loser husband.

"Mine says he needs artisans who can freely use the oven to make treats. And then there's the research enthusiasts who don't tire of working hard to research recipes and make them tasty. My husband seems to be thinking about pulling it out of the bakery where he's already mastered the use of the oven, but he says it might not work unless he's someone who has the enthusiasm to make something new because he makes something other than bread..."

Having heard the circumstances from Lutz, I finally see the center of my husband's and Mine's argument.

"Your husband decided you could sell that treat to the nobles, right?

"Yes, but..."

"Lutz, but, is strictly forbidden. You'll have to do more than your husband's willing to do."

This may just be me husband, but my husband has a business account of nature. This sells, and I've never been able to hit anything that my motivated husband worked on to the best of his ability.

I slapped my hands on the bread and pointed my husband and Mine's attention at this one.

"Sir, you say you train confectioners, how long the hell does that take to grow? Will I be able to make money?

"... I can pick it. It won't take that long because I'm going to pull someone out of the bakery who can use the oven to some extent and be a teacher"

My husband nods quietly to my question. That eye was full of confidence and a face that didn't even think about shards such as failing.

"Without sugar, Mine said you couldn't make sweets, but do you have a purpose about sugar?

"If you speak to all the relatives who are a little alienated, you get it somewhat impossible. Surely Uncle Amir would have had a little handover to the center, wouldn't he? And then there's Otto's old familiar traveler giving him a voice. Just let the artisans bake bread for a while and get used to the oven."

"Hmm. You don't have any purpose at all, either."

Since he basically never sets up a battle without a chance, his husband seemed to have been considered for a way to get sugar since he first heard about the treat from Mine.

Buying a workshop or arranging an oven is complicated and cumbersome, but it's not that hard. After all, the biggest problem would be bargaining with vested interests. Perhaps the guild leader will complain again.

I narrowed my eyes lightly in retrospect of the rubbing that had taken place with the parchment association about the distribution of plant paper. Rubbing about the training of paper and confectioners who are not in the main business is very difficult in business.

"Mine, as we previously divided the profits between parchment associations and paper applications, do you have any proposals to make less of a mess with existing bakers?

"Heh!? Am I thinking!?

Mine is better suited to think of compromises than a frontal breakthrough or a husband who basically doesn't try to give in, who doesn't like contention and tries to avoid it. Above all, for me too, the training of confectioners is out of specialty, and I don't have the knowledge to just find a compromise.

"Mine would be the most familiar of these about confectioners, wouldn't he? Mine is better at exploring dropouts than her husband, so let me ask you if you have any opinions that would be of benefit to either of us."

I know you're making unscrupulous demands on a toddler who just finished his baptism ceremony, but like my husband, I don't consider Mine an ordinary child either.

"Huh!? Um, drop point? Even if they both say it's profitable, um..."

"Right...... It's a different kind of bread than the previous bread, or it's something that uses the oven outside of the bread..."

I suggested to Mine to think about it, changing the drop point on the paper to bread. I don't have anything that comes to mind at all, but I was wondering if Mine would have something in mind if he were to hold on to one strange thing after another.

My predictions seemed right, and Mine looked back at me, shaking her saggy blue hair, gleaming her golden eyes and lifting her left hand straight up.

"Amazing! I want 'Italian'!

"... Italian?

There are words out there that I'm not used to hearing. My husband and Lutz are tilting their necks, but Mine doesn't mind at all and moves their mouths.

"If you cook in the oven without sugar, it's practice, right? Around" Pizza, "" Gratin, "and" Lasagna, "you'll be fine.... Oh, and then, it looks like you could cook a meat oven or 'quiche' or 'pie' too. Wow, fun."

It's nice that Mine raises his name one after the other with a groom and a bounced voice, but I don't think he has more confectionery names lined up than it has a meat oven grill in it.

Lutz, who sparkled his eyes and looked at the lukewarm looking mine that seemed to drool, moaned little next to me and held his head.

"No. Mine started running wild."

"Lutz?"

"I'm thinking about what I want in my head. If I set a goal, it's neat... sir, I wonder if I can win?

From Lutz's groaning voice, you can easily think of how he usually swings at Mine's rampage.

Mine and her husband are apparently similar to each other. Damn if I set a goal. You probably haven't seen the hard work around you.

"Mr. Benno, no more sweets, 'restaurant'...... uh, I think we should make it a bit of a fancy restaurant"

"Here, wait! Don't stop on your own!

"If you have sugar, you can also make sweets for 'dessert'. It's okay. Let's make it 'Italian'."

"What's OK!?

As Lutz worried, your husband seems more disadvantaged.

I softly wiped my heart's tears because I felt that Lutz's situation swinging by Mine was similar to my own situation swinging by my husband.

"Lutz, grow a strong heart. Instead of just swinging, if you can predict where you're going to storm and turn ahead of time to swing, your hard work will be drastically reduced."

"Mr. Marc?

"There's a little trick to being swept around."

Seeing the purity of Lutz, who sparkled his green eyes as he respected me, I swore to my heart. Let me educate Lutz well enough to withstand any unscrupulous gestures between these two.

Mine's mouth won't stop while we secretly feel each other's hardships. Arrange the advantages of turning your husband into a dining room, not a workshop, one after the other.

"'Cause crushing works better if you cook as well as treats, right? Providing it to customers will not waste practice, and it will motivate the artisans. If you can make sweets, you can also improve them by tasting them at the store and getting opinions before serving them to the aristocrats."

When I admire the persuasion and rhetoric that I really don't think of as a child, Rutz has lowered his brow and looked up at me like I was in trouble.

"Me, something... when I hear Mine's feverish words, I wonder if Mine might be right somehow"

"Making people care about buying customers is a tough talent for merchants."

Hmm, and as I nodded, Lutz clapped his shoulders and laughed small.

"... in Mine's case, it's a talent that doesn't work at all for anything other than what I want"

"Observe carefully how you tell them you care about it. Everything around you is an example."

Convincing people to care about that is a very attractive talent, but you can't be dragged by Mine's enthusiasm to decide because you're actually going to run a store.

"Than that, Lutz. Is Mine okay? I think you're overexcited."

"Wow! Mine! Hey, calm down!"

Mine, who stopped talking to Rutz's voice, lay his face down on the table just to keep it that way. Again, it seemed too exciting.

Still, you haven't said enough, Mine keeps moving his toes and mouth as he lays on the table.

"There's a difference between a meal of rich and aristocratic people with cloud mud. If there's good food, people come to eat even if it's a little expensive, absolutely."

"The difference between cloud mud," he said? You, where's the nobleman's meal... guild leader? "

"Look, Mr. Benno was interested, too, wasn't he? It's not true. But you have a winner. I haven't given Mr. Ilse any information about the food yet."

Ugh, I could see your husband's heart leaning heavily toward Mine's words laughing, but on this occasion, you can't leave the momentum to decide. Once you've calmed down, you'll have to try and get a good taste of Mine's suggestions. Because if things have advantages, there are always shortcomings.

"Mine is right, it sounds like you should think carefully about whether you really need to train a confectioner. Thanks for the great suggestion, Mine. It really helped. Shouldn't we go home today and get better? Your husband swung you around, you must be tired, right?

"Ugh, Mr. Marc's kindness strikes my heart"

Instructed Lutz to send Mine, who remained stuck at the table, and I let them both out of the store.

After I dropped the kids off, I went back to the back room and my husband was lying on my desk in the same position as mine earlier.

"Sir?

"Damn, don't let Mine really surprise you"

"Right. I didn't expect the compromise proposal to avoid friction with the Pan Society to change direction like that."

My husband woke up slowly, scratching his hair. Let your reddish brown eyes shine sharply and look at me.

"... Marc, what do you think?

"Dining is easier to achieve than training confectioners. If it's a dining room, there's no way you're going to have a crush with the bakery. Instead, you have to think about the Restaurant Association, but if you take the proper steps, it won't be difficult to open the store itself."

"Right."

Mine suggested a luxury oriented dining area. I don't think there's any noticeable opposition from the Restaurant Association either, as the big stores aren't going to raze the cheap market.

"The dining area isn't bad. Although many wealthy people employ cook women, cook women are basically civilians. Even if you have more money available, the dishes themselves that you make just because you have more meals don't make that much difference. Because aristocratic meals use recipes that are only made in aristocratic houses by well-armed cooks, they taste different in the first place, and the number of items is different. If you pay attention to ingredients and flavors, even if they are somewhat expensive, customers will follow."

I have never spoken of aristocratic dishes myself, so I am not sure, but my husband has been invited to an aristocratic meal, to the extent that he can be counted with one hand. That husband says, so there must be a big difference between a meal of nobility and a millionaire.

"But why does Mine know the aristocratic recipe? It was only a few days before I was in the Guild Commander's house. How do you know all kinds of recipes? Why are you cooking in the oven so much?

"Because it's Mine."

I answered the question that comes out of your husband's mouth with a sigh of relief. My husband seems dissatisfied, but there is no other answer.

"Marc, it's you..."

"Thinking extra is a waste of time. I don't know who Mine is, but if he's available as a merchant, he's the one who said it's okay when he was a Lincoln, right? Thinking about it now doesn't change anything. Rather, it's more constructive to think of ways to prevent Mine from divulging valuable information."

When I shook my shoulders at this sight and said, "Oh, my God, my husband slipped his gaze so badly, he slammed his hand deliberately to get out of the way."

"Oh, that's... I'm going to adopt Lutz for me, Marc, what do you think?

"I suspect Mine is influencing you to say your thoughts without thinking."

"Ahem!? disrespectful! Don't go with me without that idea!

My husband yelled at me awesomely, but what the hell if I didn't think of the suggestion to adopt Lutz, etc.

If the husband who keeps the store adopts and raises them, the surrounding eyes will be considered traces. It is difficult to sow such a seed before Corinna's child is born.

"So can you tell us your husband's thoughtful opinions on the reasons that led to the suggestion that you and Corinna were likely to have a useless relationship?

My husband sighed lightly and began to tell me why he wanted to adopt Lutz, even though he complained "which is disgusting".

"First of all, we absolutely need to secure Lutz to stay connected to Mine. You know that, don't you?

"Right."

I also know that I need to secure Lutz beyond the contractual magic of selling things made in the Mine Workshop through Lutz.

And now that Lutz's position is Dalua, he can go anywhere at the end of his term of employment, of his own free will. I suppose your husband wants to stop that.

"I've thought about making it a dapra, but if you're thinking about leaving it to the store anyway, you might want to adopt it and make a strong case for me."

"I think it's enough for Dapra? If at all, shouldn't we treat Mr. Corinna's child as a married person when she was a girl?

It would be less objectionable around you to let him train as a dapra and let his son-in-law in than to raise him as an adopted son.

But her husband clasped his shoulders and waved patsy.

"No Lutz. Mine is all I see. Besides, Lutz's dream was originally a traveler, asking for an opportunity to get out of this city. That's why I think it's hard to keep it tied to this store."

"... are you a traveller? That's again..."

When I was surprised by a dream that was a lot rarer for those born and raised in the city, my husband gently clasped his shoulders and raised the edge of his lips.

"I think a repressed living environment is the primary reason, but if we lose the chain named Mine, it also makes no sense for Lutz to be here. Mine will undoubtedly be taken in by some nobleman in the near future. Are there nobles in this city, or are they rounded up by nobles in the margins, or are there nobles that come out of the center... I don't know at this stage, but there's a good chance Mine's leaving this city."

Now I'm an apprentice under my husband's asylum, and I have no knowledge or anything. But if you grow up and acquire all sorts of knowledge, Lutz will realize his or her worth. If Mine leaves this city at that time and the contract magic makes no sense, you'll also think about going to the extra city store.

"I want to be able to take Lutz with me when Mine moves out of this city"

"Why is your husband so far?

When I narrowed my eyes a little, my husband laughed a little bit like he was in trouble.

"The successor to the Guilberta Chamber of Commerce is Corinna, and I'm relaying. Mine says he wants to make a book, but the book making is not in the same direction as our store. Not right away, but I left the store to Corinna and Otto, and I thought I could set up another shop independently."

Since the Gilberta Chamber of Commerce is a female shop, there is no mistake in her husband's words, as it is the original form in which Corinna and Otto protect the store.

Still, hinting at independence and my behavior towards Lutz didn't connect well in me, and as I looked at my husband, he groaned after a gentle sigh, "What can I hide from Marc," with a grin that seemed nostalgic.

"I've been looking at Mine and Lutz lately, and they remind me of my old self. When my father lived and lived without freedom... he was with Leese."

The way Lutz and Mine are rolling around is reminiscent of when my husband and Master Leese seem to be laughing, so I know how my husband feels a little too. If you lay your eyes down lightly, the old scene will come back when you watched them sideways doing adult imitations behind the store and plotting pranks there.

"I remember watching those two. I completely forgot about protecting the store and my family after my father died..."

"You wanted to be a merchant with influence all over the world."

As I pointed out, my husband opened his eyes like a little bit and wolfed funny and pointed at me.

"Hey, why do you remember!?

"It's about your husband."

I don't want you to look sweet. I've known my husband since he was born.

When I stretched my chest, my husband moaned small with his head in his arms. It's really hard to do someone who knows more about their childhood, isn't it? I understand.

My husband, who had been roaring with his head for a while, seemed to have escaped the embarrassment and coughed up once with Cohon.

"If you live up to what's on Mine's head one after the other, don't you think you'll make sure my dreams come true?

"... too magnificent, but if you can make everything Mine says happen, you will certainly have influence all over the world"

"At the beginning, we head to the city where our siblings are, where we build a plant paper workshop and spread the plant paper.... Marc, what do you do?

My husband looked up at me as I put my fingers together in front of my chest, keeping my weight on the back of my chair and tilting my neck just a little bit. I almost blew it out unexpectedly to see your husband waiting for an answer.

Because my predecessors died and I have the same look, the same look, when they asked me if I was going to move the store at the end of my training period.

"Theo will do better with Master Otto than I do, won't he? I will follow my husband. You also need Rutz's educator, right?

"... right"

I narrowed my eyes nostalgically to what my exhaling husband looked like.

Protecting my family and the store will make a hard decision, moving my dreams and other forgotten husbands, making me create a botanical paper association, and now trying to push my husband into a new cause again, Mine is, as Otto put it, a goddess of water that will bring an end to a long winter for my husband.

Thanks to you I was able to remember my own dreams, too.

If Mine is a goddess of water, I want to be a god of fire that will continue to help my husband grow.