Ascendance of a Bookworm

It's been a few days since Delia started working on the sidelines. It was ordained a day of rest, and every day I went to the temple, except on a day of dirt on which both my mother and Touri would be off.

Because the items I was ordering arrived through Benno, and I had to write a recipe on the wood tag to teach the cook a new recipe, and I wanted some time to read the book.

During those days, the division of work has somehow been decided between each side service.

Delia takes care of me around the corner and cleans upstairs, starting with bathrooms, washing expensive costumes, etc. She seems to be learning how to make tea from Fran these days, and Delia has also started to prepare tea.

Gil is in the middle of cleaning the ground floor and the outside, and then, the cook's watch is his main job, beating the language and courtesy into Fran.

When I told him that Lutz had practiced letters during the winter and practiced calculations, he burned his confrontation and said, "I'll do it too!" But according to Fran, there seems to be a pile of things to remember first.

By the way, Fran has all the other jobs, including confirmation of the two jobs. It's Fran's job to read out the recipe to the cook, and to check the inventory so they don't embezzle it or have the ability to do it.

Join me in the morning in the clergyman's room to do paperwork, and after I have transported the rest of my lunch to the orphanage, I will go with me to the library to explain the menu and check the ingredients in the afternoon to the cook. My physical condition control, responding to the touch of Benno coming, etc. is the current situation where I leave it all to Fran to educate the two apprentices and to educate me as a nobleman without any knowledge whatsoever.

Worried about Fran's overwork, he said, "Wouldn't it be too much work?" When I heard it, "he said," it's an easy one because I can't be suddenly summoned at night. Fran is too good. The gratitude, trust and salary amount to Fran is a nagging climb, and I thank the clergyman for putting Fran on my follow-up to me at a level where I can't sleep with my feet turned.

Today is also supposed to be a day off, but I was coming to the temple. You have to pay for the room you thought was upstairs, because it can be fitted with a marble bath that is said to be popular among the nobles these days.

To be honest, it seems like it's hard to carry hot water, I'm washing up with Thuri at home, and there's no particular need for a bath in this room. But I said, "Isn't the bathroom enough? And I said," Oh, no! What are you talking about!? I'm in a more decent bath, even serving the temple chief! "and Delia pissed me off.

Delia wanted to use the bath she had just installed quickly, so I said, "Go ahead," and I said, "There's no way you can use it without the Lord! too!" he said angrily. They can use water and firewood for blue witches, but grey witches should only use water.

"So, can you get ready?

I had to carry hot water out of the kitchen, so it seemed so hard to prepare, but the always puffy angry Delia was moving as a delight, so I decided to let her do it, well, no.

Delia washed me with a phosphor, put my clothes on, wiped my hair, and checked the gloss of my hair with an inadvertent face, then said, "You will let me use the leftover water," and took a bath. I think maybe she's investing in polishing herself.

"Dear Mine, please be careful not to trust Delia too much. We're still connected to the temple chief."

While Delia was using the bath, Fran, who brought me a drink, frowned uncomfortably in the face, sending me such advice. I laugh so little at the look of Fran, who seems serious.

"I know. Delia said she was in a good mood to talk to the temple chief."

I knew you wouldn't cut me loose, and Delia was proud of herself. But he doesn't go back to the temple chief, he moves the foundation of his life here. This is because you get a lot of information from me, and because your work is easy and you are well treated.

They have two gray clerics and three gray witches in the temple chief's room. And there are three side-service apprentices, including Delia. In the temple chief's room there shall be three apprenticeships, who shall take care of six, including the temple chief.

But if I stay here, I'm basically the only one who takes care of me. Besides, I go through and have less care work per se than other blue clerics. Besides, Fran, who is in a position to use apprenticeships, is wary of Delia, so unlike the temple chief's gray cleric, there is extremely little to be able to say about his work.

For that reason, Delia, who has not yet given up her path to her mistress, seems to be able to put out her energy in polishing herself. He said he'd rather be on the side of using someone than serving someone as a sidekick. Regardless of the direction, I think he's a hard worker.

"Whether Delia goes through with the temple chief or not, if you do a serious job, I'm fine with it. Just be careful with the information you give Delia.... but I'm not sure what the hell information I have to hide."

"Dear Mine, that's a mistake."

Fran sighed and said not to talk much about his family or Lutz. Because it's the weakest thing for me.

When Delia got out of the bath, it was lunch.

Today's lunch is served with fluffy rolled bread, vegetables and bacon consommé soup and bird herb grill. Gil and Delia are taking turns serving, and anyone but serving is supposed to have lunch at the same time as me.

Fran is out of service because he has to go deliver God's grace to the orphanage after lunch or hang out in my library in the afternoon.

"So, Master Mine. We will carry God's grace to the orphanage."

"Yeah, please."

The wagon prepared outside is still served with warm soup, bread and the rest of the herb grill. To push a heavy wagon and carry it to the orphanage, both Delia and Gill are still not strong enough, so it's all Fran's job.

"Is that it? Has Fran gone yet?

After Fran had gone, Gil came out of the kitchen with some breaded cages. I see no wagon outside the door and drop my gaze on the cage I have.

"What's wrong, Gil?

"You can't have so many Delias! Because I said so, I wondered if I could make it now. I thought I could leave it for dinner, but the cook said he'd bake another piece of bread in the afternoon..."

"God's grace is low now, isn't it? Maybe I should just take it for you?

"I will."

Gil laughed and re-held the cage. Even four roll breads would make you happy with more.

"Hey, Gil. Can I come with you? Something I've never seen in an orphanage before."

"Then I'll show you around. I know a shortcut. Over here."

Gill's lead led me to the orphanage.

Though the entrance is different, because the orphanage is close, it shouldn't be strange to see the children, but I have yet to see the children in the orphanage.

If you are a child of the year like Delia and Gill, who have already finished their baptism ceremony and are doing apprenticeship work, you are cleaning corridors and prayer rooms, doing laundry near wells and seeing them go to the livestock shed to look after them, but you have not seen the orphans before baptism.

"The truth is, we're gonna get out of here and go all the way around the corridor. You can't go through the stairs in a wagon, can you? But really, it's closer this way. Maybe we'll get there before Fran does."

Gil turns to the gate, saying so as to reveal his secret, a little good at it. Shortcuts are just right for me without strength.

The white stone staircase looked even more dazzling in the early summer sun as we circled around the building and down the large and large staircase in front of the prayer room. It's like summer heat outside at noon, though I only ever walked outside during the cool hours of the morning and evening.

"Orphanage meals are to be eaten in the girls' wing. There are gray witches and apprentices in the women's building who are not serving with pre-baptism children, and the man moves to the men's building after the baptism ceremony. To divide God's grace equally, it's easier for men working everywhere to go to the women's wing than for women to travel with little ones, isn't it?

"Heh."

Listening to the orphanage from Gill, he went down the stairs and headed to the women's building, so that the back door of the orphanage could hide beside the stairs. It's attached to the outside, and it's like, I'm not alerting an intruder from the outside, I'm trying not to let the inside out.

"Most guys don't know this place opens. It only looks like a part of the wall from over there, and you can never open it."

"How does Gil know?

"I only opened it once when I was little, in the middle of the night. Someone called in, and a gray witch ran away. I wanted to leave too, but soon the door was closed and I couldn't move. Ever since then, I've been wanting to go outside so badly, I was wondering if someone could pick me up."

Gil puts the bread cage down once and takes it off as he narrows his eyes to nostalgia and says so. And I pulled it open to see if the hinge was rusty or if I tried to put all my weight on a door that didn't move very well.

At the next moment, a strange odor poured out with a hint of heat, and I held my nose by accident. Uggs, and groaned Gil hold his nose in the same way. It was an unbearable stench even when I was used to the smell of the city.

Opening the door gave me a clear view of what was going on inside.

Numerous naked toddlers without clothes fall asleep in a straw full of manure and urine that smells even steamy. It looked like a closed room, and it was dim to say that it was a well sunny early summer day in the room.

"... God's grace?

You noticed the smell of bread, suddenly glittering your eyes with a plundering voice, and a toddler with a black thing creeping out at you crawling this way.

I was relieved before I thought it pathetic to see gullible toddlers like the children of hungry African refugees approaching sloppily, which I had only seen in photographs and video. Feeling unspeakable fear, unable to move the spot, beeping and teeth.

"... YA"

And he returned unto me to my voice, and shut the door, as Gil, who was frightened, was hastened, and shut.

It was a knock that sounded like Don, Don and the knock on the door to try to come out, but not very powerful. Very, I don't have the power to break through the door and come out.

My body collapsed on the spot, seemingly unconscious at the same time as my head turned bright white, mixed with the relief of escaping fear with the disgust of the sight that I did not see as an orphanage resurrected in my brain.

When I realized it, it was my room.

If I moved my hand a little because I thought it was stiff down there, I found myself sleeping in the bedroom of my room, left on a slab, with no futon stuffed with aristocratic cotton or straw used at home.

If you move your neck and gaze a little, you can see Gil sitting on a chair by the side of the bed, holding her knees in, getting smaller.

"... Gil?

"Did you notice?... Good. Sorry, I..."

The voice of Delia echoed from beyond Gil, faster than Gil said something, peeking at me now with a crying face.

"Me too! Taking Master Mine to the back entrance of the women's building, by all means, is stupid, stupid!

"You can't help it! I didn't know that was happening!

Pulled by the word "that thing" that came out of Gil's mouth, one after another came to mind what I saw in the orphanage.

A closed room, straw full of manure, a hungry child galloping and undressed. Whatever you think over there, it's not a nurturing environment. For a well-ventilated minute, the livestock shed is as good as it gets.

At the same time I remember, I got goosebumps all over my body and sour things came up from the back of my body. Try to jump up, swallow and endure when you wake your body up on the spot.

Suddenly he rose up and looked at me holding his mouth, so that he could push away the grated gills, and Fran turned to his face.

"I'm sorry, Master Mine. I sincerely apologize for showing you something ugly. Please, forget it."

I turn my gaze to Gil, uncomfortable with what Fran said about the tragedy of the orphanage as ugly.

"Is that the orphanage? Though it's a lot different from Gil's story."

"When the baptism ceremony was over, I moved to the men's wing, so now the women's wing only knows the dining room... What Mayne saw was that they were there before the christening, but it wasn't like that when I was there."

Leaning down, Delia glanced gently at Gil, shrugging so powerlessly, and said, Hung,

"Because the blue priest is gone and the gray witch is down. As soon as there was no one left to take care of the little ones, the little ones were dying. When I got the baptism ceremony, I could live on the ground floor, so I waited for the baptism ceremony to come.... I guess it's worse now because I know a year ago. I don't wanna think about it."

Delia leaned down and shivered slightly.

Because Gil is 10, he was better three years before Gil had his baptism ceremony. Delia had just turned 8, and by the time Delia was baptized, she was in terrible condition. According to information I heard from Delia's heavy mouth, more and more women have been missing to look after her for about a year and a half now, and twice a day, just meals are brought in, and she seems to be left alone.

"I was taken on baptismal day and washed all over my body by a gray witch who said it was ugly and dirty to get out in front of a blue cleric. As soon as I got rid of the dirt, she told me she was cute and she was going to be beautiful, and I was taken to the temple chief right after the baptism ceremony. There were three children who were taken with me. I became a sidekick apprentice, but no other child was chosen, so I went back to the orphanage."

I felt heavier knowing Delia's obsession with cuteness and her reason for stubbornly avoiding the orphanage.

"Master Mine, help them. Please."

"Stop it, Gil. Don't get involved, Master Mine."

Fran truncated Gil's favor with a stern face. Even I felt bad just remembering that sight, and I didn't want to go too far and get involved, but I didn't want to be told not to get involved with Fran from the orphanage.

"Why not!?

"It's too dangerous"

Fran clearly said to Gil, who spoke for the voice of my heart.

"Master Mine tends to take special care of what he places within himself. Turn your magic on the temple chief. But like you tried to protect your family. If Master Mine gets deeply involved in the orphanage and leaves the orphanage inside, he may conflict with the Blue Cleric to protect the orphans. I know that the possibility of releasing unconscious magic should be reduced at all."

Begging Gil to help, and opposed to Fran the other way around, I turn my gaze, somehow wanting Delia's opinion as well.

"... If you can help, I think you should. But I don't want to get involved, and I don't want to remember."

Delia says so with a hard look and turns away.

Gil skewed his face like he was hurt that he didn't have company who wanted to help the orphans. Eating his teeth off, staring at me with shaky eyes, Gil slowly kneels down on the spot, crossing his hands in front of his chest and laying his eyes down.

"Master Mine, please, help them."

I drew my lips to Gil's heartfelt plea.

There is a desire to help if there is something in me that can be helped. For example, if someone specifically wants me to do this, and that's all I can do, I can do enough to help.

I just have to keep doing it and do it all the time, or if they tell me to do it without someone's advice, they're on their way.

Even if the Reino era had been about fundraising, volunteering had only ever been enforced in schools, and there was nothing of interest other than reading a book in the first place.

And since I became Mine, because of my frailty and my infirmity, I am the one who can be looked after and always helped. If I can do something with my knowledge, I will advise you, but it is often the other who moves the body. I don't think I can do anything.

"Now I enjoy working because Master Mine compliments me, and I'm glad I'll get more pay if I work hard. Food is good, they eat it full, they have their own room and they can sleep with their hands and legs stretched out. Yet they are, like..."

"I'm sorry, Gil. There's very little I can do. I'm not a noble blue witch, and I don't think I can underestimate what Fran said."

Gill raised her face with a wounded face.

I am originally a civilian who wanted to read a book and just won that right in exchange for magic and money. Without knowing anything, I can't promise cheaply to help the orphans, and I can't be responsible for taking care of them all the time.

"But at least, I'll ask the clergyman. If you have extra gray clerics, ask them to put someone on to take care of you, or turn the budget around a little bit more...... I will ask the Chief Cleric to improve the situation in the orphanage at all."

"Thank you, Master Mine"

If you're the chief cleric in charge of the practice, if you tell me what's going on and ask me, if you're going to increase your budget, if you're going to look for someone who can take care of the little ones, you're going to do something for me.

Finding a place to consult, Fran shook his head, frowning at me exhaling ho and relieved.

"Dear Mine, there is no need to get involved"

"... I'll just ask the chief cleric. Could you please make up your mind so I can talk to the Chief Cleric?

If the chief cleric asks me not to do it, there is nothing I can do, and if I am advised to do this, I can do it. At least it should turn out so much better than worrying about not knowing if there's anything you can do.

I asked the reluctant Fran to lay it down, and I decided to make time for me to be able to talk to the clergyman.

By the time the bell of 5 rings, permission to see him will be given, and I will go with Fran to the room of the chief cleric. He had heard from Fran. And the chief priest saw my face, and said, Clearly.

"Your request is dismissed. No reason to improve."

"Huh?"