Ascendance of a Bookworm

Arnault pushed something like a wagon from somewhere as the gray cleric thanked the clergyman and left the room one after the other.

And I started making tea in thick glass vessels, probably to the Cleric Chief's liking. At the same time as he starts steaming, Arnault raises his face and takes out a number of glass bottles containing tea leaves, while describing the kinds, regions and seasons taken.

"Dear Mine, what beverage would you prefer?

... Honestly, I have no idea.

As I was not sure, I pointed to one of them appropriately and said, "I would like to have this," and the next question was lined up as to which farmer preferred the milk, and the preference of the cattle type.

... Even if you ask me that, I have no idea.

But if I do not choose in my capacity, I will not move on, and therefore I cannot be finished "with the same" with reference to Benno.

I looked back at Fran, thinking it was hard to drink one cup of tea. It's time for the new move "Round Throw" that I learned today.

"What kind of milk did Fran think would go best with this tea?

"Right...... Holger's Grauversch, a 3-year-old one, has a hint of sweetness and seems to go well with the teaf guft"

"Yes, I'd like to have it at Holger's Grauversch."

Teaf Gaft is the tea I drink today. Add Holger's Grauversch milk. I don't know how long I can remember, but I did. What spell? I just have to lean my neck against a line of sounds like I think.

While Arnault was listening to Benno's preferences, all the gray clerics seemed to have left the room.

"Go ahead, Master Mine"

"I'm afraid so."

Take a sip of the glass cup, which is placed with a careful modus operandi, for your hand, so as not to make any noise. A mellow milk is added to the blended tea, with gentle sweetness spreading through the mouth. I guess it's good material and way to put it in. Deliciously delicious.

Having finished preparing all the tea, Arnault pushed the wagon and went somewhere to clean it up. I thought I was out of sight, so I came right back and shut the door perfectly. Exhale with admiration, ho, into a crisp motion that is completely useless.

The clergyman opened his mouth as Arnault stood behind the clergyman, his own place.

"Benno, you are reported to be the bearer of the wisdom eye that first drew Mine"

"It's a waste of time."

"What does Mine look like in those eyes? In the Temple, there is a perception among the priests that Mine is a dangerous person who runs wild with magic. For that reason, I'd like to hear a candid opinion from you, who I've known for a long time, about who Mine is."

"Magic Run......? Oh, that's right."

Benno looked at me blindly with his eyes not laughing at all. If it wasn't here, I'd say, "I didn't ask, wow!" and the eyes that are being thundered. Sooo, turn your gaze toward the opposite of Benno, and put the cup on your mouth.

"I am just a merchant. So, I don't know about magic, but I can talk about what I know about Master Mine."

"Hmm, talk to me."

The chief clergyman made sure he rode himself out a little bit and urged Benno to go ahead.

My mood was just as uncomfortable as it was when my guardian and I were talking about ourselves at home visits and tripartite interviews. For once, I'm sitting with a strange face, but the truth is, "Stop! Don't talk too much! At least in my absence!" I want to scream and get out of this room.

"Master Mine is a genius. In terms of creating new products. Though ideas alone do not allow other followers, it is actually our apprenticeship that completes the item. While we make many products, we recognize that Master Mine himself has a faint sense of genius and basically a relaxed and tolerant personality"

My character, which is said to be blurry, thoughtless, and scattered about not being alert, would also be an oozy and tolerant character if I were to rephrase it for nobility. That's an assessment I don't think came out of Benno's mouth. Is this what things say?

"Wait. Regardless of the decoy, do you think it's tolerant?

He wasn't convinced by Benno's words. The clergyman saw me and Benno with a very suspicious face.

I don't think so either. It will be famous amongst many clerics for rambling the magic and fainting the temple chief, and if Fran is reporting today, the chief cleric should know that he only released a little magic to Gil, who got in the way of reading.

From the Chief Cleric's point of view I must be a person very far from the word forgiveness. He would be an angry, emotionally dangerous person to explode his magic powers.

"Something important to me that I can't give away...... family, friends, and then, books. As long as you don't get your hands on these, Master Mine is tolerant enough. He's also less alert and won't punish you for being somewhat deceived. Instead of being tolerant, our apprentice said he knew Mine well that he was indifferent."

To Benno's words, "indifference. I see," Fran's little whine came down from overhead. Looking back at what I said and did in the morning, there was absolutely no room for objection whatsoever.

Hmm, roaring, the chief cleric looks at me and roars again in the same way.

"Mine, is there anything else? If you have elements other than your family, friends, or books that might cause magic to storm, state it."

"I can't think of anything else that matters to me at the moment."

And when I answered so, the chief priest nodded as though he was a little relieved, saying, If so, good.

After Benno turns his gaze slightly upwards so that he can circle his thoughts, he alternates between Fran and the clergyman.

"Right. And what must be reported from me to the Chief Cleric about Lord Mine is his rare infirmity?"

"Weakness? You said you needed someone to take care of your health."

The moment the sheriff's gaze turned this way, I could see Fran trembling like he was a little upset. Maybe you remembered what Benno pointed out in the hallway earlier.

"Master Mine has no surprising strength or arm strength. If you're not observing your complexion, your mouth count, your speed of walking, your distance of action and your content carefully, you suddenly fall unconscious even if you're looking good. And then you get a fever for a few days and fall asleep. So far, no one can manage their physical condition better than our apprenticeship"

"That apprentice is a boy named Lutz, right?... Is Fran going to be able to do it?

Everyone's gaze gathers to Fran in the word of the Chief Cleric. After letting his dark brown eyes swim a little like he was upset, he leaked a voice that seemed to lean over and regret it.

"No, I haven't... I'm sorry."

Looking back a little, Fran's fist, just at the height of my eyes, is trembling in small pieces. The sentiment that I couldn't help but itch to not live up to the expectations of the venerable clergyman came through Bishibishi.

"Fran became a sidekick this morning. Suddenly you won't be able to. It took a while for Lutz to be fully discernible, too."

"I don't need too much time"

The clergyman broke down my follow-up with a harsh word.

"There may be another convocation from the Knights in the fall. Be able to manage Mine's health by then. All right, Fran?

One look at the clergyman, Fran snorted firmly after breathing in once.

"... Yes, I did. Always by Fall."

As you can see from the knowledge of extraction and tea at the doorstep, Fran is a child who can make a tremendous effort for the Cleric Chief. Chief Cleric, it's an immediate order, and I think you'll take my physical condition seriously. Whatever it is, I'm glad the side service seemed willing to positively manage my health.

Benno looks down worried as he looks at me relieved.

"Chief Cleric, Master Mine is very resourceful for a child this year. However, social experience is scarce and you are neglected by the common sense of the temple and hence the aristocratic society".

"Oh, I know. But don't guide me. I put a franc on it for that. Excellent in my service. You just have to ask Fran the questions. Of course, I'm going to be involved in Mine's education myself."

I found Fran standing behind me breathtaking. All I said was I couldn't believe it when I looked back unintentionally, and I was looking at the chief cleric.

Is that it? Maybe Fran was turned to my side of the service because he didn't have the strength? Then, let's do our best to help the Chief Cleric together, so to speak, Advocate, could you possibly easily be on your side?

As I carried my stiffness and tea into my mouth, I narrowed my eyes so that the clergyman could compare me to Benno, thinking of how to attack Fran.

"By the way, Benno. What does Mine mean to you to be the goddess of water? You seem to care a lot about Mine, but is that the kind of hobbyist you are?

"Hmm!?

Benno raised his bare voice, made a chattering noise, and removed the cup. Seeing Benno, who is easily upset, the Chief Cleric exhales and reassembles his legs as he deepens his suspicions.

"I want to know what the hell you're looking at Mine with."

"… no matter what, …. I don't understand why my surroundings say that."

It's very rare and funny that Benno excuses himself in various ways, but I don't know what a goddess of water the chief cleric has spoken of means. Speaking of which, I tilted my neck, remembering that Otto had said something similar before and Benno was angry.

"Um, I'm afraid, what does it mean to be used as a water goddess?

And when I looked around, all turned away as soon as my eyes met. Don't ask yourself, the air is coming out of everyone. It's a very awkward atmosphere.

As I was leaning my neck in trouble, Benno turned to me with a note that said "be quiet". Apparently it's something you shouldn't hear out loud, so I'll sneak up on Fran with a small voice.

"... it's about God, and it's about the temple, isn't it? Fran, can you tell me?

"Oh, uh, the..."

Turn your gaze to the chief cleric so that Fran can ask for help. Benno held his forehead and sighed, opening his mouth with a bitter face that the clergyman seemed unable to help.

"Thinkers, lovers, mind-movers. commonly used in that sense"

Thinkers or lovers? No, no. Benno is a dead lover. A bunch of bachelorettes. Even if it's not, it's weirder to look at me and Benno and think about that.

"... well, Chief Cleric. That can't be happening. Benno and I are as old apart as parents and kids, aren't we?

Benno also took a firm ride and denied when I said so, as he watched it blow out.

"Master Mine is right, it can't be."

"But if it's about the age difference between a parent and a child, is it not so rare?

The clergyman sees Benno whenever he says he can't abandon his suspicions yet.

In Reina-era Japan, I've heard a lot of such stories in the entertainment industry, but I haven't heard them since they became mine.

Because even if you remarry, if the older the parent and the child leave, the person is often taken care of by the child's generation, and imitations that increase the number of dependants are hated by the child's generation with the earning head. And the world isn't sweet enough to live off the earnings of just one younger married person.

"Though I have never heard of it?... Oh, speaking of which, it's not uncommon to have a relationship as far away from home as parents and children, is it? One of my sidekicks seems to want to have a relationship with the temple chief someday."

The sheriff had no choice but to know the circumstances of the civilians, and when I tilted my neck with the intention of following him, the strange silence spread again.

Benno said, "Please. Shut up" the note came around. As I chucked in my mouth as I noted, this time no one opened their mouth, and it became heavy silence to fill the room.

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Only glances come and go like drinking tea and asking each other.

Awkward. Very uncomfortable.

"... Chief Cleric, I am very unhappy with my servant, may I please forgive you for your remarks?

Marc was the savior who broke a strange atmosphere where no one would open their mouth.

Back up, on the face of the clergyman who saw Marc, it clearly said, "Anyone can do something about this place." The clergyman gives permission with the momentum to raise his hands.

"Forgive. What?

"I assure you, in the honor of your husband, it is not the same as the goddess of water used in a general sense. As the Chief Cleric knows, my husband is starting a new business out of the products that Master Mine makes one after another. Master Mine, who brings one new business bud after another to the Guilberta Chamber of Commerce, who has been doing only the commerce of clothing for a long time, is more of a water goddess for us than for her husband."

"Hmm, that's what you mean. Convinced. So, finally, I'm talking about Mine Workshop..."

It was a topic that I brought up and although I didn't seem very convinced, I would not pursue any further, and the Chief Cleric changed the subject lightly.

"How profitable the hell would you be? This is a promise to bring some of the benefits to the temple, and you allowed it to survive?

Benno, pretending to think, well, I could see a small cut of paper already written about something in a long sleeve layered on his lap.

Could that be...?

I caught my cheek when I realized that the piece of paper that Benno would drop in a little while earlier was the piece of paper that Marc was writing in the carriage.

Hey, Mr. Marc!? Could it be that Marc wrote "Awful"!? I believed you were a nice gentleman! I can't believe all those words I'll be prepping in advance!

Even though I know Benno's proxy says "Awful" or "Shut up," I'm shocked. I hope you don't write with that usual smile.

A small piece of paper was turned again to me, depressed. "Don't open your mouth," it says.

"... depends on what you make. As you know, when it comes to business, profits don't come in quantitatively on a regular basis. And while we are currently preparing for a new business, this may cost money for initial investments, rather than profits"

"That's right..."

"Considering the maintenance of the workshop and the development of new businesses, I believe that about 10% of net income is reasonable."

When Benno gave the figure of 10% to block the word of the clergyman, the clergyman frowned uncomfortably.

"Much less than 10%?

"... With all due respect, there are too many of them. The cost of distribution, the cost of materials and the salaries paid to artisans cannot be reduced."

"But..."

"There are things you have to sell, even if you shred your profits a little, but if the Mine Workshop business is in deficit, you can afford it...... right?

The chief cleric silenced. There's no way you can afford it. Because he said the temple itself was a deficit management.

And it would be difficult to argue with the Chief Cleric. The temple receives a workforce called the Grey Cleric from orphans in orphanages and earns income from the homes of lords and blue clerics. The temple's revenues and expenses are of a completely different kind than the stores in which it does business. Maybe the clergyman doesn't understand how the store works or how the pay works.

"Though it is your personal freedom to donate to the Temple what Lord Mine receives as a reward, in the interests of the Workshop, you cannot donate so much money that the business will cease to stand"

"... ok. 10%."

In the form of one tatami Benno after another taking the lead, the payment to the temple was decided.

Benno himself took 30% flat with fees, and impressed with Benno's arm, which suppresses the temple's portion to 10%, oh, Marc took out the contract softly and began to line up on the table.

Once you take the word, the contract is immediate. Marc's activity is seemingly plain compared to Benno's, but amazing. I don't even think I've lost the side service of the nobleman, the blue cleric.

Since it is a contract with the Temple, a collection of nobles, it was a contract for contract magic that was extended to the table.

Write to the effect that you will pay 10% of the net profit of the Mine Workshop to the Temple, signed by the Chief Cleric as the representative of the Temple, me, the Workshop Manager of the Mine Workshop, and Benno, who, as guardian, was obliged to submit a financial statement, to press for blood judgment.

Blood again!? Contract magic, hate.

"Mine, what are you blurring about? Your turn."

I'm still not used to pointing the blade at myself, even though it's my fingertips. The chief priest urges me, and I hold the knife with a trembling hand. Then, his hand was gently extended from the side and someone took the knife away.

"Please meditate your eyes, Master Mine"

"Fran......"

When I closed my eyes and put out my hand, a tickling pain struck my fingertips. When I open my eyes, there is plenty of blood.

When Fran pressed his finger against the contract he offered, the contract disappeared, wrapped in a golden flame, as usual.

"My question is more than that. I had a really meaningful time today. Thank you, Benno."

"It's a waste of time"

While the clergyman and Benno exchanged greetings, Marc just cleaned up the tools he used for contract magic, Fran put the tea vessel on the table together on the edge, and Arnault began to prepare the carpet.

"Then pray and thank you for the encounter and covenant with God's guidance"

With that said, the chief cleric invited Benno and me to the carpet. As we all moved toward the carpet, I looked up to Benno and Marc and desperately enjoyed laughing.

This is, what, Mr. Benno and Mr. Marc's GOOKO!? I want to see! Seriously, I want to see! But I'll definitely have an abs collapse!

As I held my mouth to the destructive power of the two aligned GOOKOs already playing in my brain, I suddenly lost power from my body.

"Heh heh!?

Ladies and other voices speak out. I collapsed so that my gakun and knee broke, and my torso was thrown forward by the weight of my head as it was.

"Master Mine!?

At the same time that Fran, who was behind me, shouts a screaming voice, everyone's gaze turns toward me.

And when he saw me, which was falling apart, the chief of the clergy sighed as if he were frightened.

"Mine, stand up quickly. [incomprehensible]

Without needing to be told by the Chief Cleric, I had tried many times to stand up, but my hands would not move at all. I can't lift my head.

... What's this?

"Um, my body's weird. I can't help it at all. But there's no sign of a fever coming up, and my hands and feet are as cold as the other way around.... Mr. Benno, what is this?

"You know what! Don't ask me!

I was held up by a yelling Benno, so I tried to grab my clothes, as usual, but my arm wouldn't move at all. I have a heavy arm that goes down from my shoulder all the time, and it doesn't seem like it belongs to me.

"Chief Cleric, I apologize for making such a scene in front of you, on multiple occasions. I would like to omit my exit greeting and I would like to know that I am on my way home."

"Oh, oh, I don't mind. I'll leave mine to you."

With me in his arms, Benno begs the clergyman, who is looking at me with a bright blue face as frozen.

In the meantime there was no indication at all that the fever would come up, as usual. Even though it's still relatively cool, it feels like my body is getting colder and colder even though it's the beginning of summer.

Marc hastily finishes preparing to return home and opens the door for Benno, where Arnault and Fran walk with their big strands holding me. But if Benno is walking a little too fast, the door is not open and Benno lightly tongues when he is supposed to stop his leg.

Unlike when you always fall, your consciousness is uninterrupted, and you just have a strange feeling about your shaking hands and feet. I felt only one shame as I felt the weight of my head, which was a gakun.

... Mr. Benno and Mr. Marc's G.O.K., I missed it.