Ascendance of a Bookworm

Fran slowly opened his mouth after comparing Gil to me.

"Blue clerics and witches have a duty to share clothing and shelter, a grace from God, with those below. The blue priests and witches who enter the temple will draw you to life with the Lord, giving you room and clothes."

"Do you mean that I do not have a room in the temple, so I will remain in the orphanage even if it is my side of the line?

"It's good to see you," Fran nodded slowly.

"And when it comes to diet, the Lord eats the rest of it, the side-service and side-service apprentice eats it, and the rest of it, as a grace from God, is brought to the orphanage. It is only natural that there will be more grace bestowed on the side than the grace of God given in the orphanage"

I didn't want to be separated from my family and was just happy that I didn't have to go into the orphanage, but I didn't think the wrinkles of breaking the temple's customs were on the way to serving.

"So you're saying that Fran came with me from the Cleric Chief and went back from the Cleric's room to the orphanage?

Then they mourn it as a left transition and deserve to be hit by eight. I'm going to be totally unremunerated while I get Fran scattered help. I was going to bounce my weekend pay, but I also have to ask the clergyman to improve my treatment immediately.

"No, I haven't moved out of the Cleric Chief's room, and Delia probably hasn't moved the room either. While Lord Mine is away, I'm helping the Cleric Chief with his errand, so I'm eating there as well."

Speaking of which, the Chief Cleric had a ton of work to do and should have been mourning the lack of talent. There is no way you can leave a good Fran alone in the wild while I'm gone. I stroke my chest down knowing that Fran is not in a terrible situation.

"Does that mean Gil's the only one in trouble?

"I know you were expecting better treatment, but you're angry that it didn't change. God's grace in orphanages is given equally, without having to work. But side service, if you don't do your job, can be replaced. I find it a little frustrating to think cheaply that you can enjoy your grace as a sidekick without even working."

Fran, proud of his work, looked at Gill and said so.

"... So there's nothing wrong with Fran for the moment, is there?

"Yes."

"So I'm going to keep the status quo for a while and think about it when it's inconvenient for Fran, but what do you say?

"... Yes, sir."

Did I compare the situation when I got the room to what I am now? I cruised for a moment, but Fran nodded quietly.

Now that we're done talking, I thought Gil started barking again.

"Fran, what about me?!? Even I serve the same side as him!

"... you say strange things? Didn't Gil say first that he didn't think of me as the Lord? How did you expect me, the Lord, to be ready for food and shelter?

I don't care what you think, I don't think it's a sideline behavior that I want my treatment to improve.

"That's what the Blue Witch does! So, I'm more or less unwilling to give you a meal or a room because I worked for you, so what's the difference!?

"Payroll"

I thought I had to pay my side of the service properly, as Benno was paying Marc and Lutz. Naturally, the amount of salary varies depending on the workload and the quality of the job. There's no way I'm paying Fran and Gill the same amount.

"... what's a paycheck?

Gill flashed and tilted her neck. Lutz laughs at Hun and his nose, returning the same words as Fran earlier.

"You don't even know that? It's common sense to work and get paid, right?

"Well, that's not common sense!

"Salaries are rewards for what you work for. It's the money I pay to do my job."

"Money?... Oh, oh, money"

Apparently, Gil doesn't even know the money. He was tilting his neck, but the moment he had eyes with Lutz, he looked like he knew.

"Me, if it's for Fran who's working hard, I'm not going to have any trouble negotiating a room with the chief cleric for Gil who doesn't even work. You don't have much time to read books."

Even though I have limited reading time, I can't cut any more precious time in the morning in the wind of helping the clergyman, absolutely lunch.

"Okay, Fran. Would you take me to the chief cleric? I'm supposed to do paperwork at the chief cleric's in the morning."

"Yes, sir."

Me and Lutz, Gil, follow Fran first.

"Hey, if I work, will it change anything?

"Naturally. I'm going to pay my fair share of the work."

"Excuse me, Chief Cleric. Master Mine has arrived."

"Oh, are you here? How are you feeling?

The clergyman, who was on his way to the executive desk, raised his face.

"We apologize for your concern. I'm fine now. This is a guess, it looks like you fell down with your service, but if your body isn't full of magic, can you be ill sometimes?

"Sometimes you die when your magic is completely depleted, but I've never heard that if you're not full of magic in your body, you're not feeling well. Is that a symptom specific to eating?

Having heard my question, the clergyman lays down his pen and lays down his eyes lightly as he explores his memory.

"Unique to eating, is it?

"It's possible. Eating is not much studied because being discovered is in itself, even less, and if you have a lot of magic, you die quickly. It's not the first time you live with all that magic. [M] I'd like to take a closer look."

The Cleric Chief's eyes, staring at me, look like a Mad Scientist who discovered an excellent object of research, and something runs on his spine. Wanting to escape the curious gaze of the Chief Cleric, I immediately changed the subject.

"I have other questions. Is there no such thing as only blue clerics are called to the aristocratic city? I wanted to ask if I needed special tailoring..."

"There is a whole year of divinity, but not so much that you, the apprentice, get out. You don't need any special clothes, but you should tailor your ceremonial blue clothes.... Speaking of which, what happened to the blue coat?

For the first time since the Chief Cleric pointed me out, I remember not wearing blue clothes yet.

"I was told it was dangerous to wear outside the temple, so I was going to wear it when I arrived at the temple."

"What is danger?

"They think it's an aristocratic child and they kidnap it. Excuse me for a second."

In the cage where Rutz was lowering at his feet, I stuck my hand in it, unwrapped the cloth that was wrapped and took out the blue clothes and bands.

"Mine? What..."

"Wear blue clothes."

I wear blue clothes, wearing them from my head, as I always do, taking care not to snag them on my clothes. Pugh looked at me all the time, and at some point I got my eyes on Fran, who was kneeling. My raised hand has lost its way, and Fran is in trouble.

"What's wrong, Fran?

"... help me get dressed"

"Ah... uh, can you take my belt?

In this case, I can do it alone, but I guess it's better not to say. I manage to twist my side job. As I was raising my arms very much and having Fran tighten my belt, there was a clergyman with a head.

"Mine, get dressed in your own room. I don't know."

Unexpectedly, a story came out about my room. Since I will change clothes every day, can I rent a dressing room or a storage room?

"... can I have my own room?

"No, that was a silence. I couldn't give you a room because I had an opinion that it was better to go through than to give you a room in the aristocratic area, and you were allowed to go through than the temple chief."

The Cleric Chief only knows a cleric who seems to give me a convenient opinion that it is better to go through. Apparently, the Chief Cleric broke all sorts of bones in my absence.

"Um, Chief Cleric. Is there no room outside the aristocratic area?

Seemed like an unexpected word to the chief cleric. I frowned and narrowed my eyes just to say I didn't understand. I hastily add an explanation to the clergyman who has become a skeptical expression.

"As you know, even if you give me a blue coat, I am not a nobleman. So we don't want a room in the aristocratic area. If you have a place to put your stuff and a place where you can change, and you have a place to respond when you have visitors like Lutz or Benno, that's enough. Can't we even rent it in a place like a storeroom?

"Are you going to invite guests to the storeroom!? You're rude!

The clergyman raised his voice with a cute eye open. Sure, I'm rude to visitors, but I don't think the situation is so different now.

"I'm telling you, we don't even have a storage room right now. Even if Master Lutz picks you up, they're waiting for you in front of the gate, right? Doesn't it hit you rudely to keep your guests waiting in front of the gate?

"What do you mean, even to a guest to the Blue Witch? … we should inform the gatekeeper to at least take us to the waiting room."

According to the clergyman who held the temple, visitors to blue clerics and witches with civilians who do not know the reason for their visit would be treated completely differently. In the chief clergyman I found that I was not just a poor man, but categorized as a blue witch apprentice.

"... Chief Cleric, how about the director's office at the orphanage as Master Mine's room? It's far from the aristocratic area, but since it's where the Blue Witch was spending her time, it doesn't seem to look bad on visitors."

To Arnault's words, the priests who were in the room deliberately showed agitation for a moment. The chief cleric nodded after thinking for a while with a difficult face.

"Fine. Give Mine the director's office of the orphanage. In the future, change clothes and deal with visitors there. Let Fran guide you when you're done here."

"It's a very lame favor, can't you get it first? Mr. Lutz wants to talk to Fran about my physical condition today, so I need a place to talk."

Though I thought it was just right, the chief cleric shook his head.

"The Dean's office is tight for a long time, so it is not maintained enough for immediate use. You work here, so you can talk here. Fran, use the table there."

"I'm afraid so."

Fran and Lutz move to the table shown to the clergyman. In my eyes as I watched how it was, I saw Gill, who was moving with me but still shabby.

"Chief Cleric, if you haven't been able to take care of it, would you mind? I'll have Gil clean it during my morning job."

"Huh? Me?

Gill, who suddenly waved her job, points at herself and looks around like she's upset.

The clerics around him also looked at Gil and me alternately as they were surprised. "You're leaving the job to that one?" "I heard you were put in the reflection room without cleaning the prayer room," Gill's reputation for working attitude whispers in a small voice.

"... oh? Can't Gil clean?

"That's how much I can do!

"Yes. I'm looking forward to seeing how much Gil can do. Good luck."

Upon my encouragement, a grey cleric apprentice boy who was deposited with the clergyman leaves the room with Gill. The clergyman narrowed his eyes slightly, gazing at the patari and closed door.

"Mine, are you glad I left it to him?

"Because if you don't give it a job, you can't give it a legitimate rating."

Later, when the apprentice boy came back with the keys, Rutz talked to Fran about physical control and I was starting to help with paperwork.

It is in the books that I have been deposited by the Chief Cleric as my work of the day. "A merchant would be good at it," he said. I'm good at calculations alone, but even if they think I can keep all my books, I have trouble. Especially since the temple is where my common sense doesn't work at all.

"It's the same way of calculating. But it seems that the temples are different in different places. What is this item called God's will? Though it looks like the most in spending."

Other expenditure items include God's mercy, in addition to offerings to God, flowers to God, and water to God. With all the unintelligible items about God, I'm afraid to keep these books.

To my question, the chief cleric looked at me without expression for a while, then muttered small, "You can't," pointing to some of the books.

"... I want you to do the math here for today"

"Yes, I did.... Lutz, can you lend me the tablet? Bring it, I forgot."

"Hmm? Oh, look."

Fishing through the cage, Lutz removed the tablet.

With the stone slab in Lutz's apprenticeship set, I compute the instructed part in calculations. The chief cleric peeks uncommonly, but he ignores it because nothing is questioned and just keeps working.

"... that's fast"

"Is it?

Even the gate did the math, so I'm just used to it. If you're even calculating like this, you can't help but miss the calculator.

4 bells indicating lunch rang as I did my calculations in a heartbeat.

That's it for today.

At the same time as the word of the chief cleric, he moves with the gray cleric who was in the room and starts cleaning up.

"Mine, this is the key to the Dean's office. Keep it with Fran so you don't lose it. And this is the donation you brought."

The donation handed to the Chief Cleric is one large silver coin and six small ones. It seems odd to get the donation I gave myself, but I was told to keep it because it can be divided into all the blue clerics.

"If you've got a room, it's just fine. Take that, too."

Stacked on a shelf indicated by gaze is a gift brought by Benno. They left me there because I fell. A pot of fine cloth and phosphor and a bunch of vegetable paper wrapped cloth remain placed.

Get Lutz and Fran to pack, and I'll just take the keys to the room and head to the director's office at the orphanage. On that road, Fran explained to me about the dean's office he was about to head to.

"The building on the third floor or so beside both sides of that prayer room over there is an orphanage. It was divided into a men's and women's wing across the prayer room, and it was the men's wing that housed the dean's office, which Master Mine had given him."

"Huh? You were the blue witch who used the dean's office before, weren't you? Why is the dean's office in the men's building?

Fran laughed furiously after wandering his gaze like trouble in my doubt.

"Master Mine doesn't need to know more."

"... Really?"

Though it bothers me when it's hidden, it doesn't seem to teach me anything to observe from Fran's stubborn attitude with a cuddly mouth in a single letter.

"You had an orphanage right through the gate. It's good for Mine because you can get dressed as soon as you get in."

"Right."

"Dear Mine, the entrance to the Dean's Office is located on the back side from the gate and straight from the aristocratic area. The entrance is divided so the orphans don't get in by mistake, so please don't get it wrong."

I held my chest gently against Fran's words.

Considering that Arnault spoke of the presence of the dean's office, that the clergyman, who was reluctant to give the room, gave permission, that it was in the men's building and that the entrance was separated from the orphanage, it must be quite a translation of the property.

This way, Master Mine.

Probably because Gil is cleaning. The entrance is slightly open. When Fran opened the door, Gill was waiting with his chest up in the front.

"Hehe, what do you say?

When I opened the door, it looked like a small hall with a waiting room, with a slight view of the stairs in the back. About half of it was perfectly cleaned and the other half was still to come.

"You look so beautiful around here."

And I went in, saying so, and tried to open the door that was on the right side, and Gill stopped, "There's no cleaning done yet," he said.

I looked around the ground floor and tried to get to the door that was to my left, and they stopped me "No that way either". There are no other doors on the ground floor that look puffy.

"Gil, where the hell did you clean that?

"You're in your room! Our room is behind us!

Gill goes up the stairs in plenty of anger, even though half the hall and upstairs where there is a passage from the entrance to the stairs were satisfactorily cleaned, but don't look at all the others.

Apparently, Gil has given priority to cleaning where I use the Lord. There may be something surprisingly cute about it. When I saw the shiny polished stairs, I leaked a small laugh.

Up the stairs was the aristocratic room. Obviously it is wide and some conditioning items are left in place. In the centre there were four round tables and chairs with luxurious decorations for the response, on the walls there were stunning crates of closets, shelves and sculptures, and a larger bed at the edge of the room.

The layout of furniture, which is very different from that of the Cleric Chief's room, and the luxuriously constructed array of gorgeous furniture that he has worked on, show that the previous Lord was indeed the daughter of the nobility.

"Didn't anyone else use this furniture? Though things seem a lot better."

"Because the previous owner is the owner"

"The owner... no, fine. I won't listen. Let me use it if I can."

I'm not willing to waste it replacing my own furniture. It would be better not to include any extra information.

I decide to put a gift from Benno on a beautifully cleaned shelf and put blue or beautiful clothes in the closet.

"Thank you, Gil. It's so beautiful."

"Huh!? Ah? Ah. I cleaned it, so it's obvious."

Gil turned out to be a tremendously lit face for his great chest. Even though it's a little poignant, his face is burning as if he's been praised for the first time. Looks like the flickering eyes looking at this one are saying "praise me more".

I could see at a glance that I wasn't used to being praised. It's enough to be harassed on me, so maybe I've never been praised, even if I've been scolded with a troubled child from time to time.

When you do something good, it's the basics of praise.

"Gil, I'll give you more praise, crouch down"

"Huh? Like this?

Gil stands on one knee and kneels on the spot. I reach out to Gill's thin blonde, who has come to a lower position than her own gaze, thinking that she is growing up, where she can immediately take her posture when stating words of prayer and vows.

With a strange face I don't know what I'm going to do, Gil follows my hand with his eyes still.

"Ok, ok, ok, ok. Well done."

Touching my head was a compliment that seemed to swell when Lutz said, "Don't treat me like a child." But Gil turned his eyes round for a moment and then looked like he was going to cry.

Gil immediately lay down his face, so when I accidentally pulled my hand, I heard a little whine, "Praise me more".

"You're so beautiful. Gil worked so hard on his own."

Gill's ears are bright red as she is left to be caressed quietly. I was driven by the urge to peek in my face, but don't look! And he's going to yell at me, so I can enjoy it.

I carved into my heart that what I should give Gil was gratitude and praise before the clothing and lodging guaranteed in the orphanage.