Ascendance of a Bookworm

"This concludes the vow ritual."

"Well, in the library..."

"Wait. We're not done talking yet."

"... Yes"

When the chief priest urged me, I moved from before the altar to the desk. Fran prepared the chair for me, so I'll sit down.

"Thank you, Fran"

"... no thanks."

Fran, who looked surprised for a moment, frowned lightly. Maybe I shouldn't have thanked you. Maybe next time you should ask Frieda about the noble behavior.

"Can we start talking?

"Yes, please"

Although I don't know what the report is, there are a number of wooden plaques and parchment stacks on the edge of the clergyman's desk. The chief cleric glanced at me in the eye as he glanced at some of them.

As if a teacher with a textbook could teach a student, the story can begin.

"As you know, all the blue priests in the temple are of aristocratic origin. Consider that basically no one, a civilian, has good feelings for you wearing blue clothes."

"Yes."

Even if I know, my spine hits cold when I'm told to face it. When I called him a witch apprentice, I thought that was fine as long as I could read the book in the library because it was about six months' life away.

But the temple had magic equipment. Being a Blue Witch Apprentice has made life extension possible, and dating the Temple is no longer a limited-time thing. Seems like we need to think about a lot more, not a throwaway bowl like we've done before.

"Now that we have a really small number of blue clerics and we need someone with magic, we'll just have to ignore it, but in a few years, we don't know what happens when the nobility increases to the temple. I'll let you know in advance."

"... Yes"

Grab a fist on your knees and bite your lips. If I do anything wrong with my nobility, my family will also be annoyed. I want as much information as possible to stay safe here.

"Especially if the temple chief refuses even the oath ceremony. Other blue clerics don't seem to know each other, and I can't say I have good feelings for you, the civilian. That's why your mentor was to be taken on by me."

My presence, with no identity but only magic and money, is tantamount to trampling the aristocratic sense of privilege, so I can't possibly have good emotions. I know. But to say that nobility has no good emotions, I think the Chief Cleric has advised me a lot more personally.

"Isn't the Chief Cleric offensive? That, I..."

"I'm a good person to appreciate. Especially now that the number of clerics and witches has decreased, the clerkship is concentrated on me. I know you're good at paperwork, and I know you're gonna move on and help, but there's no way you're gonna neglect it, is there?

Her cheeks caught on with a hooked, grinning belly black smile. The statement that I was good at paperwork meant that after the investigation I had said before, all kinds of information about me had already been passed on to the Cleric Chief.

Privacy is a world without shards. If the nobleman, the chief cleric, listens, the opponent will speak Bella Bella. What the hell kind of information do they hold? Scary.

"I will do my best, but what is my work in the temple? Let me know if you have anything to do."

"Ah. Your job, first of all, is to do paperwork as my assistant. This is the most important thing. I'll have paperwork done here in the morning. Next, prayer and devotion. Especially as a witch, I'd be in trouble if you didn't get me to be able to pray"

"I understand your prayers, but what is devotion?

"It's about putting magic into the artifact. Fran, give me a shield."

Fran nodded small and came back with a shield about 50-60 cm in diameter. The circular shield, which seems to be made of gold, deserves to be called a divine object, with intricate texts carved out and, by the way, a blue pattern.

In the middle, it is about the size of a flat hand, embedded with yellow gems that swing and shine loosely like the inside is burning. And there was a similarly sized line of gems about the size of a bead to edge the perimeter of the shield. However, the smaller gems around them were about half yellow and about half as transparent as crystals.

"Touch this central demon stone. Think of sending your magic..."

"Yes."

It doesn't look like a gem, it looks like a demon stone. Thrilled by something very fantastic, when I gently touched it with my right hand, the whole shield glowed blushing golden. At the same time, a line of character-like symbols, never seen as a complex pattern, becomes a thin green light, floating in a position about the wrist.

Wow, it looks like a magic formation! Wow, wow!

Driven by curiosity, staring at the glowing symbol, I felt like the heat in my body was being sucked by a vacuum cleaner. It feels just like when Frieda used her magic tricks on me when I was dying of eating.

Because of this, I consciously opened the lid to keep the magic that is usually in me locked away. The heat of hot eating jumps out of the center, flowing all the way to the palm of his hand at once, and gets sucked away with momentum.

I was giving myself up to the pleasure of unwanted heat being sucked. I was hacked.

... This won't break, will it?

I remember breaking Frieda's magic equipment, and I got a little scared and accidentally withdrew my hand. And seal the slightly diminished magic around again.

It was only a little while before I released my magic, but all at once the magic that strained my body decreased. I feel lighter, like I no longer have the heavy stones that were on my body.

"Hmm. Seven little demon stones."

When I looked at the shield in the chief priest's voice, there were many yellows of small demonic stones decorating the perimeter of the shield. They seem to have specifications that change color when filled with magic. I can see at a glance how much magic remains.

... Something feels like a charger.

I try to hold or close my right hand, which was releasing magic. It's really hot and magical of eating, or that there was a clear exit that made the magic flow surprisingly clear, and when I was thinking about it, the chief cleric looked at me worried.

"Mine, what's the burden on your body?

"Well, it's kind of refreshing and lighter."

"... well. so as not to be burdened with devotion."

"Okay."

Is it a service to recharge magic on the Divine Gear? This is a relatively easy job.

The hardest part would be praying. Standing on one leg is quite difficult in today's body. In particular, it is difficult to raise your arms diagonally instead of spreading them sideways to balance them. Perhaps angles and endurance times will be instructed in detail.

"Then, my last job is to read the Bible and remember what it is"

My ears responded perfectly to the words of the chief cleric, which were added softly low and small. You said you'd read it and remember it, right? I'm not sure about my memory, but I want you to leave it to me if you just want to read it.

"I will! Go to the library immediately!

I stood up rattled, raised my hand bah, and appealed to the chief priest for my motivation. But the chief cleric begins to look through another piece of paper to his hand without looking at this one.

"Before we do that, I want to move on to talking about donations. Sit down."

"... Yes"

Money is important. I was also concerned about the donations, especially since the donations I declared I would pay are expensive. Mainly how to pay or where the donation goes?

"You said you would donate one large gold coin..."

The clergyman looked upon me lightly, and I recall consulting Benno.

"Every ceremony that takes place many times a year raises money for an offering as a commercial guild, but I've never done it personally," he said. And then he said, "There's too much money, so there's a good chance the evil will stand out. Shouldn't we pay them separately? If you give too much money to a rough gold-user, you'll be annoyed around you," he also said.

"Um, if you tell me to pay, I can pay, but can I pay you in installments like you pay one small coin each month?

"The donation is not what this one designates, so it's not impossible, but why?

"I was told by an acquaintance that if I paid in full all of a sudden, I would be blinded by a lot of money and that some people might incur extra expenses...... I asked the people who were running the temple's finances where they were going and how they were going to spend their donations, and I thought it would be better to decide how to pay them."

Exactly, I can't say what Benno said. Even the cloudy words seemed to convey their intentions, and the chief cleric, after hearing my words, thought for a while and exhaled.

"Fifty percent of the donation will be used to maintain the temple, and the rest will be distributed to blue clerics. The amount distributed to clerics varies slightly depending on their status. In the opinion of those who keep the finances, it is better to start with five small gold coins and turn the rest into one small gold coin per month"

"Why is that amount?

When I tilted my neck, the temple chief offered me a bunch of clumped parchment paper. If you look through it, it was part of the book. The clergyman pointed the paperwork at me a moment later.

"The temple's income is roughly divided into contributions given by the lord and an offering during the ritual, followed by support borne by the Blue Cleric's home. In other words, the decrease in blue clerics is directly linked to the decrease in income. If it's plain to the merchants, the temple now runs a deficit. Then, the temple chief was screaming to squeeze, so it would help if there was a sum of money put together to get in the mood"

Though I feel like I've been blown away by a lot of internal affairs, was it something I could hear about the temple running a deficit?

"Uh, Chief Cleric. Is that a good thing you told me?

"In a few days' time, I'll be working with you, so let's just teach you how to handle the problem."

Helping with the paperwork doesn't just mean they're going to help me with the calculations I did at Otto's, they're going to make me do it until I'm pretty much into it.

"... ok. How do I give you the money? Big bucks always interact on guild cards, but the clergyman doesn't have any guild cards, does he?

"You just have to have it, don't you?

The chief cleric easily says that, but in my case, a lot of money is just exchanged on cards, and I've never had gold coins in my own hands. It's too scary for a child like me to walk from a commercial guild to a temple with a lot of money.

Even the fees during the winter handiwork are small enough to get Marc to help carry them, I am.

"It's easy for a clergyman who's used to a lot of money, but it's too much money for me to carry."

"Ha, what the hell do you think it's for?

Yes? Side service?

I tilted my neck, looking around at the flanking service that I inadvertently withheld in line behind the words of the temple chief. There's no way I can keep a lot of money in that misplaced service.

Fran might still manage to listen to the Cleric Chief's orders, but Delia and Gill are going to be used to harass me and I'm scared. As far as my attitude toward me is concerned, I still cannot trust any side service.

"Why don't you pinch someone else, and if we talk about, I gave it to you, I didn't get it? I'm afraid to keep five small gold coins."

"... you don't trust side service?

I also felt strange when the Cleric Chief told me with a strange face. Can a nobleman trust someone else with a bad first meeting attitude and give him 5 small gold coins? Or does it have some sort of contract magic thing that won't betray you?

Think back to where I was introduced to the service, but there should have been no covenant like it. The contract on sorcery uses blood, so even I know exactly what it is.

"When I say flanking, there's no compulsion whatsoever, you're the first person to meet someone else, right? You can't trust me enough to suddenly deposit a lot of money, normal."

That's someone with no shards of friendly attitude, right? I can't, I can't. He says he can still trust the guild leader better than he can serve here.

There are only a few adults I can trust with regard to money. Can I ask you to come about Benno or Marc? The chief cleric is a nobleman, so considering we can make a connection, Benno won't say no either. I'd be glad if you didn't say no.

"I'm used to having a lot of money, and I want you to come about an adult I can trust, so why don't you give me permission to have that person in the temple?

"Who's that?

"This is Benno from the Gilberta Chamber of Commerce, who is acting as my guardian of commerce."

"... Hmm, okay"

If Lutz picks me up, we'll talk to the store once. Finally, I would also like to ask if you know how to use side service. Is there anything in common with how employees use it?

Before me contemplating, the chief cleric closed the books and gave them to Arnault.

"That's all we have to talk about today. Mine, any questions?

"Yes! After 4 bells, I'd like to read a book in the library until Lutz picks me up, but me, do you want to go into the library? I would love to have a job reading and remembering the Bible!

"When I say Lutz, you were a boy in charge of your health. From now on, let the side service take care of your health."

I'm asking if I can get into the library, but I'm talking about physical fitness control.

I see side service again. Gil, who is scratching his head with Gashigashi and seems obviously unmotivated, and Delia, who is blurring out the window, and Fran, who is passing me and looking at the clergyman. Whatever you think, I don't think you'll be able to manage my health.

"Until I can manage the side service, my family is telling me to accompany Lutz. Lutz is also overburdened, so I want him to be able to do it quickly. I hope you do your best.... So, can I go to the library?

"Ah. Fran, show him around"

"Yes, sir."

I gently cross my hands to the word of the chief cleric, and Fran grins slightly and nods. The proud face was completely different from what I was looking at, a true indication of who the Lord of Fran was.

Well, but if you were a gray cleric with a clergyman, you'd still be safe. I'm intoxicated by the chief clergyman. Yes, and it doesn't look like he's going to take any problematic action. With such an appreciation, I walk as if I were to jump behind the franc.

Whatever it is, the library! This is your job! My job!

From behind me, floating and walking lightly, came Delia and Gill. A short distance from the Cleric Chief's room, Gil threw up a keh and evil state.

"I can't believe you want to go to the library or something."

Kateen! You're the idiot who doesn't even know how great the book is!

Looking back, as I glanced at Gil with all my strength, Gil entered a state of battle with a wrinkle engraved on his nose head.

"What, those eyes. You're noble or nothing. You're just a civilian, aren't you? You look great in blue even though you're no different from us. I don't think you're the Lord. I'll never obey orders, and I'll get you in trouble."

Just as Gil doesn't think of me as the Lord, I don't think of Gil as a sidekick, and I don't have the strength, strength, or affection to just flaunt a kid who hasn't. Therefore, flush.

"Yes, okay. They're like each other."

"... Huh!? What do you mean, okay!? Are you fucking nuts!?

Turning my back on Gil, who began to groan, I begin to walk.

As soon as that happened, a girl's high voice rang from behind her back.

"You're making a fool out of yourself."

"Delia?"

Even the smile on the surface disappears, and Delia snorts with hun. I was surprised that I put it out lightly, even though I thought I wouldn't put out my nature while there were other sides to serve because I thought I was the type of guy who would be mesmerized.

Apparently, we have to change our ratings for Delia. Maybe he wasn't the octagonal beauty type who mesmerizes men. Or a carnivorous hunter type that doesn't flatter anyone but the person you're after?

As I stared at Delia, I scratched up my deep red hair basically and raised my tung and jaw like a proud girl comic book character. At the young age of 8, I'm afraid that it's quite like that.

"Oh, no! I can't believe I became an apprentice with a temple chief because of this, but by virtue of this, I can't believe my charm is turned around by a woman. Besides, you're a blunt stinking poor kid, aren't you? It really sucks."

Delia seems to be a temple chief spinner. It's not friendly.

Still, what the hell are you thinking and proclaiming a spy? This is also the instructions of the temple chief?

"Well, you'll have to take turns."

As she leaned her neck towards the sudden exposure, and offered to take turns this fortunately, Delia hung her slightly hung eyes further and became angry.

"Me too! You're really stupid. I'm not taking turns. What are you talking about?

That's the line over here. What are you talking about?

"The temple chief asked me to trouble you immediately? If you take turns, my abilities will be in doubt!

The words make sense, but they don't seem to make sense to each other. I don't understand it at all. There is no way to bring a person closer to declaring that the temple chief has asked me to harass him immediately. Only to let them just take turns.

That's all I thought about, and I realized it. Even if we eliminate Delia, there must just be a substitute side service coming from the temple chief's side. It may be safer for me for Delia to be understandable and self-evident than the type who is good at hiding things.

Delia poked her index finger at me thinking.

"I'm not afraid of you wearing blue clothes! I'll be recognized by the Temple Chief, and then I'll be your mistress!

Am I mishearing, or is there a popular mistress covenant for young girls here these days? I remember the shock when I heard it from Frieda's mouth at the same time, and I felt sick thinking about the year of the Temple Chief.

It's unexpected that the Temple Chief was a pervert of Loricon. I was betrayed by a gray witch I had seen before, even though I thought she preferred a secretarial colored sister.

"... you know, mistress, being prestigious?

"Yes, you are, mistress, aren't you? Mistress is not the position a woman wants most. You don't even know that? Well, it's no use hoping you're not as cute as me."

"Huh? Is it the mistress you want the most?

This is obviously not common sense. At least Frieda understood what the position of mistress was with the same meaning as mine. At least, I didn't say proudly chested, prestigious, going for it.

Gil flaunts his shoulder laughing with a nigga nasty smile, as he fools me for not immediately accepting that the senses are different.

"It's obvious, right? When you become the mistress of a blue cleric, you're in a position to use a gray cleric the other way around, aren't you? If you're the temple chief's mistress, the other clerics won't be loud, and women get it.... Still, you, are you sure you're okay with this? How do you not know such common sense?

Even if they scorn me for ignorance, my anger doesn't gush at all. Instead, I didn't want to know that the best birth for an orphanage girl was a mistress of power.

My mistress is the most common sense I've ever had, but they live in it, and this is common sense in the temple. No matter what I say here in the different parts of my life, there will be no acceptance.

"Gil, words are too much!

When he looked at me with his head, Fran raised his voice. But Gil mocks me, hehe, without any evil.

"It's bad that he doesn't know anything. Everybody knows that, right?

"... Dear Mine, you also mentioned the clergyman earlier. When you have too much attitude, say," Don't be afraid. "

"Right. By the way, where's the library yet?

Wow, I don't care. It got better. I don't want to have the strength or the strength to scold Gil or Delia.

Gil fools me into saying to Fran, who is intoxicated by the Chief Cleric and perhaps not happy to serve me, that he is full of delias who intend to harass him for the sake of the temple chief's mistress, and that he is not willing to serve or listen to him from the beginning.

I'd rather think about being able to read a book than think about this aspect of serving and how I can manage to do it well.

"I will report to the Chief Cleric."

"Go ahead."

A sighed Fran opens one door and walks inside.

I saw a paradise ahead of me that was opened, and my dokun and heart rang out. I stretch out my arms thrilled for fear of not being inhibited again, and advance my feet toward the library with no transparent walls but exploring. Unlike before, I was able to get inside without being inhibited.

"Wow!

The moment I went completely inside, the air obviously changed.

Striking and trembling with emotion, I breathe the unique air of a dusty library into my chest. Is it different from the smell of the library I know because parchment is mainstream and because of the many wooden plaques that exist? Is it because of the different quality of ink?

Still, I miss the smell of ink and old paper, I'm happy, and the back of my eyes get hot.

The number of bookshelves in the library is not so high, and some bookshelves are packed with door tight bookshelves, wood plaques and paper. There was also a separate bookshelf for storing the scrolls, and a book wrapped like a roll of cloth packed into the shelf at a handicraftsman was piled on the shelf and the label that wrote the title was hanging.

A little back there is also a cylindrical barrel-like box for storing rolls, labeled with the series name of the roll being delivered.

From the windows made at equal intervals, the sun plugged in with Mr. and was bright, and there was a long desk just like the one at the university where the window lights could be removed. There are a few books on the writing stand with the top chained to it that are diagonal, and they appeal to me to read them.

"This is the Bible."

Encouraged by Fran, I gently touched the cover worn with skins to read the scriptures tied to the chains. Then remove the belt on the skin that is stopped from opening the small mouth.

At the next moment, the small mouth spreads and the cover holds up on its own. It would be normal for a parchment containing moisture, but it seemed to me that the book was urging me to read it.

Oh, when the hell is the first book?

Opening the cover, the sound of jalali and heavy chains echoed in the sinuous library. My fingertips tremble turning the page that looks a little yellow.

I began to read the book, glimpsing the slightly habitual handwritten letters.

"Hey, it's noon. It's lunchtime."

A disturber appeared when he said he was immersed in a long time of bliss. If my voice is the only one, it won't even go into my ear, but if they shake my shoulder on purpose, I just have to get back to reality.

"Gil, the library is strictly forbidden to speak private language. If you can't be quiet, will you leave? I read books."

"Ha!? It's lunch!?

Gil screams like a little, but for me, he doesn't even compare lunch to books. If I could read the book, I wouldn't have to eat it for two days or so to feel hungry.

"I don't seem to be the Lord, and I don't need Gil here, do I? You can eat on your own, get out."

"You..."

Even though people were kind enough to give him freedom, Gil opened his eyes like a little bit and still tried to say something.

"Out of the way, don't"

Before reason expires, consciously open the lid of magic to allow magic to pass through your whole body. I quickly used the release of the magic I somehow grabbed with my earlier service.

The next moment, Fran grabs Gill and Delia's root and pops out of the library in a hurry.

Yeah, it got quiet.

Pushing into the center of magic, I follow the string again.

The 4 bells rang and didn't get in the way until Lutz arrived.