Ascendance of a Bookworm

I'm Ferdinand. He is the chief cleric at the city's temple in Aerenfest. Often he is about 25 years old and if he is bad he will be mistaken for about 30, but he is 20.

My half-brother often tells me I'm not young enough, I'm dead, etc., but that's due to my living environment.

I grew up in an aristocratic society until I was an adult. He was raised as a half-brother because he was the son of a concubine, but only because he had the magic to handle the magic equipment of the foundation, and because he was good at studying rather than bitter, what he said himself. Regardless of my father's real wife, I wasn't unfriendly with my half-brother.

But my real wife didn't seem to like me as an assistant to my half-brother, and after my father's death, I began to be ostracized openly. The adults who flocked to power agreed with my real wife, and when my real mother did not guess and began to feel in danger, she suggested that my half-brother enter the temple.

To enter the temple, from the point of view of the aristocratic society, is nothing more than to declare ourselves out of the political world. However, the temple also has a close relationship with the political world because it also uses magic and performs divinity. And the top of the temple is occupied by priests and witches of aristocratic origin, whose rank is class society due to the status of their parents' homes.

My half-brother ordered me to master the temple, laughing. I entered the temple, clapping my shoulders that the current temple chief was the one who would take me to my real wife's home, and even though my attitude was a big and troublesome opponent, it was easy for me to say.

My days at the temple were peaceful. Some worked as if they were holding finances, managing orphanages, handling contacts with nobles, but they weren't turned around by me. For this reason, I had no particular work to spare, except to be able to magically put into the artifact.

I had too much time, so I asked my half-brother to send me the books and wood tags I had left at my parents' house. Because of this, I arranged it in the library room thinking it would be good if the economic situation could be used by unexpected aristocrats as well. But the blue clerics and witches in the temple were all those who could not return to the aristocratic society, and no one was interested in studying. It is lamentable that only a poor toddler showed so much interest that the book cried out that she wanted to read it.

And there was a coup d 'état in the centre, which drastically reduced the number of nobles. Firstly, young apprentices, who are now old enough to attend the House of Lords, were called back from their parents' homes one after another, and secondly, young clerics and witches capable of marriage returned to the aristocratic community. Furthermore, clerics and witches with some magic, even above the proper age, were asked to move to the central temple.

Now there are no witches left in this temple, the priests are no longer old enough to return to their parents' homes, but only less than the amount of magic required in the central temple.

In a temple where those who had done the major work were left alone, I was to take over all my work, and the time of tranquillity disappeared from before me. The quantity and quality of the clerkship, the status of my parents' home and the plea of my half-brother led me into the temple and into the shallow sun, when I was still young to serve as chief cleric.

"Chief Cleric, the Temple Commander wants to see you."

"... Looks like you're safe"

Listening to Fran, a side-service, I rose to a sigh of sigh. If you have been asleep for some time now, the deacon has gone off, but thinking, he leaves his room and heads to the temple chief's room. The temple chief doesn't get his hands on it, but only his mouth is a firm figure, so I always think he'd be grateful to be asleep while on duty.

The library went into view on the way out. Mine's face, the child who caused the commotion to read the book here, came to mind and pressed his temples with his fingertips. It is the seed of headache here these days and probably the cause of this call.

Mine, who found the library at the baptism ceremony and said he wanted to be a witch apprentice, apparently wore a millionaire costume. To become an apprentice, the temple chief blinded by the enormous donation he was presented with even turned out to be magical as he talked about trying to get the millionaire's daughter into the temple.

From the reaction I had when I read the scriptures and did it, I knew I was pretty smart, and I could detect that I was well educated from standing behavior and language. So I also did not say no to the temple chief who said that I would give him a blue coat but would let Mine into the temple.

But if I tried calling my parents to discuss it, Mine was not a millionaire's daughter, but a poor one.

As far as I'm concerned, whoever's daughter was, she seemed different to the Temple Chief, although she thought it would be fine if she even had the donation and magic. He had a blatantly high-pressure attitude and pissed Mine off.

If you are a nobleman, you have magic equipment to control magic. Or because I regularly give my magic to the Divine Gems, even if my emotions increase my magic, I won't storm off. Mine, however, was the daughter of a poor man and did not possess magic equipment or anything.

Naturally, the magic runs wild and leaks from your body, and you head straight for the Temple Chief. Mine's magic was so strong that he didn't think he'd survived until the baptism ceremony.

The temple chief, who received a demonic intimidation from the front, fell down on the spot for a while and did not return to consciousness, and it was good that he was unconscious of the temple chief that I took the floor to discuss it with Mine's family.

The fact that the temple chief, who was still asleep after his consciousness returned, has now bothered to call me must probably be a confirmation and a complaint about what happened to his story with Mine. Many of the dislikes that would come out of the temple chief's mouth come to mind easily.

The figure of flanking service standing in front of the temple chief's room entered my sight.

It's a hassle, but it's better to keep the head of the temple, who is at the top of the temple. I took a slow breath and exhaled with my sigh the mood that would be a hundred million robberies.

"Chief Temple, Chief Cleric is here."

The temple chief's side service, which I had refrained from in front of the door, opens the door to my walking speed. I guess it's because I'm new to seeing a color that's a little nervous on my face.

Upon entering the room, the temple chief was sitting in the desk chair and keeping his back on his back. The plentiful belly is highlighted.

I am higher considering only the status of my parents, but I am a commoner and the temple chief is a bastard. It's not like my parents are in low status because I'm the one taking them to my half-brother's mother's home. For this reason, the temple chief seems unable to help but to show his superiority, always pinching himself at the desk when he calls me, niggling as he sees me standing.

But today I couldn't afford to nibble enough of my heart, slapping my desk with my fingertips in frustration with a vicious look engraved with a deep wrinkle in my nostrils. I find myself. No, no, no, no. I moved in and opened my mouth.

"Chief Cleric, what the hell happened to me?

After walking slowly to the front of the temple chief, I leaned my neck to show it, with a special emphasis on the aristocratic elegance.

"My name is Ale?

"You're set on that disrespectful, extreme child. Ugh!

Like a child with eclampsia, the temple chief yelled as he woke up his body and slapped Don and his desk. It was a predicted word and deed, so I softly lift a wooden plaque to report and prevent spit flying in pretending to read it.

"Oh, sure... that was the name Mine"

"That's it. I guess you drove him back, didn't you?

I shook my head loosely at the commander of the temple, staring at me.

"I understand that the Temple Chief is uncomfortable, but the lack of magic in this temple is serious. That must be best known to the temple chief who tried to get Mine into the temple. It's patience until there are more aristocrats in this city."

"Chief Cleric, are you telling me to put up with this nonsense? Non..."

Before the usual long, patchy pride enters, I stand side by side with the current state of the temple.

"Without that child, the ritual of service would surely be in trouble. And autumn too...... Also, what do you do when you get a request from the Knights? You say you can't because you don't have magic powers? Or do you ask for help from the temple of the extra room all the way until there are more nobles?

I know there is absolutely no way I can do this, such as having a temple head bowed to someone else who is high in my parents' position and has a high self-esteem in proportion to it.

As I said, I guess I even imagined myself bowing my head to the temple of the extra room and asking for help, the temple director dyed it bright red to my forehead and regretted it.

"Damn, if it wasn't for lack of magic, such a disrespectful child, I'd execute him right away..."

"It's dangerous to provoke from the front. If you take that magic from the front again, you may not have the temple commander's heart."

Did you forget that you were intimidated by magic until you graduated to Mine because of your high-pressure attitude? This is why the old man is in trouble.

Just gently restrain the temple chief, who is biting off his critical and back teeth, and I report what I have decided in my discussions with Mine and his parents.

"As we talked about beforehand, Mine was going to have a special blue coat ready. As we discussed beforehand, taking care of the magic equipment and working in the library that he is eager to do."

Highlight what we were discussing in advance over and over again. Because of the years, the temple chief often conveniently forgets what he recently said himself. Evidence, you forgot, you roar at me with an unintentional, extreme face that you can't even argue with.

"Uggghhh..."

"Oh, and then, Mine's not an orphan, so I'm going to go through the house. In fact, there are also many aristocrats who have houses to attend, so I have decided that this is not particularly problematic and have allowed"

"What!?

The temple chief peels his eyes off at my words and bites me. This is what I expected again.

"... I thought it would be better to go through than to be told to have a room in the aristocratic area because you are being given a blue coat?

"Hum! Well, yeah"

He nodded with an unpleasant grin, as the passage seemed more convincing to the temple chief than it would be to give the aristocratic area a room. I seem to have completely forgotten what I said that I should throw him into the orphanage, but I've already taken the word, so Mine is a decision through.

"Then, Mine says he's weak, so he can't work every day, but there's not a lot of work done by the Blue Witch Apprentice when it comes to temple work, so he won't have a problem where he rested when he's not feeling well"

"Ha, I don't feel motivated at all"

He's sorry if he doesn't complain about anything. It's what I knew, so I gently flap my shoulders and let it flow.

"I decided it was better than being sickened inside the temple. … and then I'm going to put on a side service for physical fitness control"

"It's not necessary!

With a gentle sigh of sigh that the words of the temple chief were as I had guessed too much, I return the answer I was preparing again.

"The absence of any side service at all to those who put blue clothes together is not looking good externally. This is supposedly related to the temple chief's face.... Besides, now that we have extra gray clerics and witches, don't you think Mine should take them?

"... I see"

The blue cleric has left, but the gray cleric is mostly left, except for how many favorites. With donations from the Blue Cleric's parents also diminishing, all the gray clerics and witches without the Lord are in a state of difficulty in treating them as just costly.

"Then, when I looked into Mine, he was registered as a workshop manager in a commercial guild. It's easy to truncate those who serve God without needing means of making money or anything, but I also wonder if it would be a useful means for the temple to benefit regularly by letting the workshop continue. What shall we do?

"Squeeze him as much as you can."

"As you say."

With fewer priests and witches, the temple chief, who is also less money available to him, made more profit than before the temple was built. Exhale softly in relief that all permits have been given to the conditions put out by Mine's side.

"In the meantime, I basically decide to take care of Mine so as not to annoy the Temple Chief's hands. If you're in and out of a commercial guild, you'll be able to do some paperwork. Then I'll basically keep you out of the temple chief's room. And then, yeah. I'll put one of my own on the side service of the gray clergy and let him report it in detail."

Once he showed me where he was alert to Mine, the temple chief glanced at him with interest. He grins disgustingly when he's planning something that's not even busy, stroking his white beard several times.

"Ho?...... then we'll have one here too? If you were a girl the same age, you'd trust me too. Delia would work well for this one. You can attach troublemakers among orphans to other aspects of your service. Get him in trouble. Squeeze the donation to the limit. Anyway, that's all I'm worth."

"As you say."

It's been a pain in the ass. I was going to attach an assistant to Mine, who is not familiar with the aristocratic society or within the temple, but if there were a side service for the temple chief's child, this would mean that this one's words and actions would also be lost.

With the thought of chewing the umbilical, I gently put my fingertips together and raised them to thank them, and I left the temple chief's room and went back to my room.

"Totally......"

He is truly a annoying temple chief.

While the majority of blue clerics and witches deposited in the temple are bastards of nobility, the temple chief is very proud to be a son and a high-ranking family member. The fruit, too little magic for its origins, was deposited in the temple, so the inferiority towards those with a lot of magic is amazing.

If you don't keep an eye on what you say and do to Mine, Mine may run wild again. Mine is so much more beneficial to me than the temple chief because he has less status than this one, and not only magic and money, but also clerical ability, according to the report.

Look at the item on commerce in the report on Mine.

After provisionally registering an apprenticeship with the Guilberta Chamber of Commerce as the back shield, the goods that Mine has ever exchanged concessions of rights range from hair decorations made by knitting phosphericians, vegetable paper and yarn, to cattle curls and a wide variety of people. It doesn't seem to be a big deal or a lie that Mine personally has enough money to donate one big coin.

Due to physical problems, the merchant apprentice has given up and plans to continue inventing and selling products in the Mine Workshop prepared by the Guilberta Chamber of Commerce.

"It's been about a year since I signed up for all this merchandise... I often come up with products from the next."

The benefits of what you make in Mine Workshop are going to be quite significant. Mine should have a side service that reports in detail so that merchants don't get deluded into clinging to gold.

Think of it that way and look around at the side service you have in your room. Now, who should I put on mine?

Those who have a thick loyalty to me, accurate reports, and patience would be good. Because we must be able to deal with the troublesome side of the temple.

"… francs"

"Yes, what is it?

Fran, who was called by his name, approached softly.

"I ask you to serve Mine. I want you to report as closely as possible. Then I ask you to keep the Temple Chief and Mine as close as possible"

"Huh!?... Yes, sir."

For just a moment, Fran frowned in dissatisfaction, but nodded slowly. Fran was in the place where Mine's magic ran wild, so he may have even thought of the fall of the temple chief.

"The other side of the service...... Right. Was there anyone in the aristocracy that was difficult to deal with? We must also include the opinion of the Chief of the Temple before the building."

Fran lowered her eyes softly after wandering her gaze as bewildered. Arnault, who was also serving me when I went to the temple chief's room, opens his mouth so that he can get out a help ship.

"Right. What about Gil? He's often put in the reflection room, but he's a completely unpunished kid, and the superintendent's in trouble."

"... Hmm. Now let's take Gil, Delia and Fran to the side of Mine"

I've decided on the side to attach to Mine.

Three days after the blue coat arrives, and five days after Mine comes as a witch apprentice.

Though I'm ready to welcome Mine in, now, I don't know what the hell's gonna happen.

I can only speculate that there will be disturbances from now on, but I also didn't see a point to how much disturbance it will be of any magnitude.