Ascendance of a Bookworm

"Me too! Because of you, I was kicked out of the Temple Commander's room! What are you gonna do?

With that screaming, Delia comes running up the stairs in an angry manner. I don't know where you've been running from, but Delia stood before me, shaking her deep red hair and letting her breath out. I've been having a busy day for kitchen maintenance the last few days, so I feel like I've seen my face for a very long time.

"It's your fault! You gave me a room on my own, and I didn't tell you anything, so the temple chief treated me like I was incompetent! Ya!"

I just wanted a place to get dressed, I didn't split the room on my own because I got it right from the chief cleric, I can't be contacted because Delia always goes somewhere, and I don't think it matters to me where the temple chief treated me incompetent.

"What the hell does Delia tell me to do?

"Put me here. You deserve it, don't you?

"Turn yourself in!

Oh, not long before I stop when I think, Gon! and Benno's fist bone fell. Delia looks like she doesn't know what happened, holds her head down and looks around.

"Delia, in front of the customers, that's not a good attitude. It's natural to be scolded, isn't it?

"Hey, why do I have to tell you that!?

"You don't seem to know yet, do you?

When Beno, with his eyes narrowed, showed his fist, Delia mumbled all the way. You remembered Lutz beat you up, and Gil freaks out with you.

"Mine, I don't need someone whose job I've been given is unsatisfactory. It's a waste of money to hire an unwilling guy. Cut it off now."

Benno's words, thrown away in a grumpy manner, went hand in hand with those Lutz said to Gill, and he knew exactly how Lutz was influenced by Benno.

"Um, Fran. I don't quite understand the circumstances in which Delia was placed, but does being expelled from her room mean that she was cut off by the temple chief?

Whether my words had pierced the core, Delia hoarded tears in her eyes so much that she was about to cry now, glaring at me, rebutting with a plundering voice.

"... I haven't been cut yet"

"I can't assure you I've been cut..."

"Right? There's no way you're gonna cut a pretty girl like me, is there?

I let my face shine in Fran's words as Delia found the light. But Fran pokes reality at Delia without changing her expression.

"There is no wonder that Delia, who did not know that Master Mine had given him the room, could not serve Master Mine because he did not know where the room was located, and could not bring home any of the necessary information for the Temple Chief, was offended"

"... Huh?

Fran continued to faintly explain the look on Delia's face, which was just unbelievable, not even on her teeth.

Serious Fran seems quite angry with Delia for not just doing her job as a sidekick, or even just troubling me, the Lord. The unchanged look on your face makes you feel the depth of anger on the contrary.

"I hear that Delia was attached to Master Mine because of the temple chief's thoughts that if she were a girl of the same age, she would be able to get along with Master Mine and get a lot of information. I am sure that Delia, who has so far stripped him of his hostility and is alerted to Master Mine, has fallen short of expectations for the Temple Commander."

"Oh, no..."

Delia lost her expression.

The next moment Delia gave Fran a mesmerizing grin, thinking that the line cut by the Temple Chief was getting thicker to be kicked out to the room.

"But I'm the sidekick here, and there can't be a witch apprentice without a woman's sidekick. Isn't it?

To ensure the next place, there is a bruise that targets the most vocal adult Fran, not me, who is the Lord, but the most vocal of the side services.

After Fran, who rarely put emotions on his face, peeled his disgust and glared at Delia, he grinned furiously and coldly.

"Master Mine doesn't live here, so he needs very little care around him. The fact that Delia hasn't had any problems in the past few days proves that. Besides, if you really need it, it's possible to choose a new side of the orphanage."

I didn't think Delia could be removed because of the flanking service attached to the Cleric Chief, but it seems like it could be increased anew. When I agreed with Fran, "That's a good idea," she chewed her lips off and began to tear away Delia's cheeks.

"... are you kicking me out?

Seeing that too beautiful tear, I understood that Delia really only lived to be adored by men. If you are at a disadvantage, sweeten and weep. Perfect to the angle of looking up. Even young people know to use women as weapons. He says he's aware of being cute, wow. If I did it during Reino, it would be a "disgusting" move.

He scolds me before, and all of a sudden he gives me a pitiful atmosphere, and even if he asks me for help, I have trouble. Isn't it pretty cattle to kick out a weeping toddler, though frustrating to tell the truth? I feel indescribable difficulty doing it and there is heavy air.

"Nothing to kick out, don't worry, Delia hasn't been in numbers since the beginning"

Gill smiled beautifully at the impatient, compelling air created by Delia.

"Hey!?

"He doesn't work here. He doesn't have a room, and you can't eat rice. You don't have to work to eat! Hey, Master Mine?

I remember it right, and I strain my chest with a face that Gil seems to be good at.

You haven't read the air, or rather, you have, I don't know, but you've done well. I have to praise him a lot later. "I can't work without my strength. Don't you tell me," whines Benno, ignoring. Ignore.

"Gil worked hard, so he had a room, and he ate a full stomach. There's nothing I can give a child who doesn't do his job."

"Okay. You want me to do my job?

When Delia said so, she sat down on Benno's knee in a smooth motion, grinning and leaning back at her body.

I had no idea what had happened, and when I was blinking, Benno let me pull my face so badly that I waved.

"I'm sorry, but I'm not interested in kids like you. Come on down."

"Look, we don't have a gray witch here, so we're going to buy the customer's unhappiness."

Delia smiles proudly at me as I descend from Benno's lap. I wanted to hold my head when I was shown the work of a gray witch serving the temple chief.

It seemed that Benno was the same, staring at Delia without hiding her unpleasant expression while holding her temples.

"I don't need flowers per se. Don't let the flowers come here with you loving nobles."

"Huh? No way..."

Delia's work so far has been to hone beauty and upbringing to take care of herself and become the mistress of the next generation of flanking servants who are becoming the mistresses of the Temple Chief. And when guests came to the temple chief, they were to smile sweetly.

"You don't need me at all to serve you."

"Well, I can clean and wash. I had a job getting the temple chief's clothes done, and this room could be properly done."

With that said, a force caged in my hand grabbing my sleeve. I think finding out that what I've been doing doesn't work anywhere else is shaking the values in me. Not a charming smile, not a beautiful lying cry, but as bewildered, Delia made her face stretch and began to look around. But no one here tries to help you sweet Delia.

I guess it's true that Delia, who was kicked out of the room, is in trouble. I looked up to Fran for help.

"Shouldn't we just reflect overnight in the reflection room? 'Cause it's true that you worked disrespect for Master Mine."

"I'll reflect. From now on, be decent. So... don't kick me out. Don't tell me you don't want it."

Ugh, Delia says with a desperate face as she enjoys crying. When I looked around lightly at the definitive sound of poking my chest, Fran and Gill also had a painful face as if they had told me they didn't need them.

Gil was an issue child who was routinely placed in the reflection room. Fran was hurt and tormented when he was removed from the priesthood, thinking he was not needed. Maybe that memory is back.

"Fran, I wish Delia would take her work seriously."

"... if Master Mine says so"

I told Delia after Fran exhaled a little ho.

"If you want me to accept it here, first of all, as I reword it. I don't need to serve you like you can't think of Lord Mine."

"Yes, sir."

With Delia declaring me to do my job, I didn't have to kick out the crying toddler. I ask Delia, stroking down my chest.

"So, what kind of work can Delia do?

"I'll set this room up as a blue witch's room. Here at first!

Delia pointing bish was where she thought I was upstairs in the storeroom. Actually, he was a bathroom and a place to use it as a toilet. I had no tools like that, so I didn't notice at all.

"What do you mean you had time for a few days, but you're not even ready for tools? Whatever the bathroom is, what do you want the bathroom for?

"Huh? It's on the ground floor, so I borrowed some tools there and cleaned it up myself..."

"What the hell!? Unbelievable! Isn't the first floor used by your Highness? Shame on you!

Is it my fault that I feel my attitude hasn't changed much, even if the language has changed slightly?

In addition to bathroom, toilet tools, Delia began to point out one thing after another that was missing from this room without a mirror stand or a concierge. The meal and the writing are all done with a central round table, but as a blue witch, she seems disqualified.

You tell me I don't plan on taking a bath here, but I may have one, and you tell me to prepare upstairs for myself.

"Mr. Benno, please"

"Leave it to me.... If this is all you lack, then surely, you also need a side service that knows the life of a witch. Besides, if you get mad at me at me at that rate, Mine's gonna be a little more like a nobleman's daughter, right?

"Ugh..."

And Delia started carrying water to the water bottle upstairs. They also have trouble washing their faces, washing their hands, and cleaning up their toilets if they don't keep the water here. I thought she was a weak princess, and she seemed eager to work for a mistress, so Delia had a good arm, strength and motivation to carry water.

"I can't believe we don't even have water upstairs!

After seeing Delia start her work whispering and complaining close to herself, Fran went back to the kitchen and Gil started cleaning the ground floor.

I reach out to the dessert that was left untouched, eating with a toy, and bring the consultation to Benno.

"Speaking of which, the other day I was ordered by the clergyman to make a ceremonial blue coat, is there anything special about ceremonial use?

"It's like sunshine, so to speak, in the eyes of those outside the temple, so even if you think about looking good, it can be something completely different from the clothes you usually use. The embroidery on the edges and the crest of each house…"

Stopped the words along the way, and Benno looked at me like a hack.

"Mine, when are you going to be in the ritual? I don't know how many days it takes for a nobleman's ritual."

From the sudden collapse of the language, I can see you're in quite a hurry. Sure, time would be a must because there's no way they could be paper-tailored with machines.

"I was told it's not a lot because I'm an apprentice, but I don't know when or what ritual there is. Does Fran know? Fla...... FUCK!?

When I tried to call Fran, Benno blocked my mouth and showed me the bell with his gaze. Yes, it was. You have to use a bell to call people.

When I rang the bell, Fran came up the stairs.

"What can I do for you, Master Mine?

"I, the clergyman, have told me to tailor a ceremonial garment, but when is the ceremony, Fran, do you know?

"If the Knights request it in the fall, it will likely be the closest ritual"

"Autumn. It's tough when it comes to tailoring from scratch..."

If it were to tailor aristocratic sundress, it would seem natural to choose from yarn. To Benno, who frowned, Fran turned his gaze toward the crate on the wall.

"How about tailoring a ceremonial garment using the cloth that Master Benno gave you? The product is very good, so I think it can be used as it is if dyed."

"... Mine doesn't have a crest, but what's that?

"Is there nothing like the crest of a workshop?

"I'm going to make it!

Measured by Benno, while Benno and Fran discussed the design of the ceremonial garments, I was alone contemplating Nyonyo and the crest of my own workshop.

My crest, designed from books, pens and ink, was rejected and added as too simple for Fran and Benno. As a result, trees and hair decorative flowers were added to make the paper, and it was decided on the crest of the decorative impression. Fran is satisfied that she has a feminine glamour and is very good at it.

"Master Mine, the cook has finished cooking our dinner."

"Yes. So, are you done cleaning up or can you check back often?

At my direction, Fran dropped off the cook, who talked about checking the kitchen and tomorrow's appointment.

"I'm leaving today, too. Get dressed, both of you."

Gil and Fran go and change into their rooms. With Lutz going to another city at work with Benno in the near future, we're just practicing so the side service can send him away.

I also take off my blue clothes to get ready to go home. When I tried to break my belt, Delia bent before me with an angry look.

"What are you doing?

"As you can see, I'm dressed, though?

Oh, I take my hands off the belt softly, wondering if I could have taken them off by myself. I asked you to raise your arms, and I tried to wait for you to help me, and Delia triangled my eyes.

"What is it in front of your lords?!? I don't know!"

Delia yelled when she glanced at Benno as she arrived at the table.

I'm wearing clothes downstairs, and I snap my neck for not thinking I'd be that angry just to take off my blue clothes.

"Oh, I'm sorry? But just take off this blue one..."

"The act of undressing oneself is only when you seduce the temptress you are after! It makes a woman less valuable to show you anything else. You'll be in trouble if you don't know that much. Ya!"

"Oh, really..."

What should I do? I feel angry and out of point. But you seem seriously angry about something, so it's hard to point out.

"Dear Benno, please wait in the hall. Though young, please refrain from seeing women dressed"

"Oh, yeah."

Benno goes downstairs, holding his mouth down so he can laugh. After confirming that I went completely to the ground floor, Delia untied my belt and made me take off my clothes.

Just to say that I was taking care of the gray witch around me, Delia cleaned out her stiff and blue clothes and fixed up a little deviant hair decoration.

"You have finished your assignment"

Delia peeks downstairs and speaks up. and at the same time solidified looking down.

"What, the clothes...?

"A reward from Master Mine."

Just Gil's voice, which I can't help but be proud of, brings a chested Doya face to my eyes.

"It's sloppy! That's not equality!

"This is a reward for the job. You don't even get a job."

"What did you do!?

"Cleaning here. I did my best to clean it by myself, so I was rewarded. Heh, okay?

"There's nothing to be sorry about!

After a while of reward, Delia, who looked remorseful and envious and couldn't help but cut the story off with a tear-eyed throwaway dialogue. He pointed to the stairs, staring at me with a kick.

"Everyone's waiting downstairs. Why don't you go and give it to me soon?

"Though I am prepared for Delia once..."

"Huh?"

Delia looked at me so wide that her eyeballs seemed to fall.

"Don't you want Delia?

"I didn't say I didn't need a word."

I take out only one cloth wrap left in my closet and give it to Delia. Once I pulled in the hand I tried to touch, Delia glanced at me.

"... okay?

"You're going to keep working, aren't you?

"I don't know anything without me. You won't have a choice."

With a bright red face, Mon, and out of sight, Delia grabbed the wrap with a rambling trick and rushed to the side serving room.

"Hey, haven't you?

"Delia's getting dressed, please wait a little longer"

I stared at the door of Delia's room as I gave my voice back to Gil, who looked in a hurry. It takes a long time just to get dressed. I won't be out forever.

"Delia, haven't you?

When I opened the door, Delia, dressed in clothes, smiled with a full face and circled around singing something. As soon as her eyes met, Delia grabbed the skirt part in a gnaw and shivered as she sifted. Dyed bright red to his ears, and stared at me.

"Or don't open it on your own! Ya!"