Ascendance of a Bookworm

Though I decided I wanted to help the children, there was little I could do while I was home. We discussed it with Lutz and Fran, and today, for the time being, we decided to sneak up on "take care of life" as a euphemism.

I didn't know how much the kids over there could digest, so I decided to tear the bread into the supernatant of the soup and make a puffy bread porridge and have Gil insert it through the back door.

If Fran takes God's grace from the table and Gil sneaks it from behind, maybe he should be able to feed the little ones without being noticed.

"Gil cared the most, so he should take the initiative and move"

"Tell Gil to use one of my clothes for his dirty work."

That's all I can do today, but I'm just a little light-hearted to think that those kids won't starve to death by tonight.

Unlike me, who loosens his expression ho, Fran squeezes his expression and looks at me.

"Dear Mine, be very careful with Delia, as the Temple Chief is likely to show difficulty in saving orphans"

"... is the chief cleric okay?

I think not only the temple chief, but the clergyman will also show a pretty difficult color, but what does Fran think about that?

"I will speak to the Chief Cleric from me. Because the same is true of the clergyman who was itching to treat the orphanage and the clergyman."

"Huh? Though I didn't think so very much?

As I tilted my neck, Fran glanced a little surprised and then lay her eyes down with a seemingly powerless face.

"Did you hear what Delia said? The temple chief is stronger. And while it is very difficult to understand because the chief clergyman will hide his true intentions deeply, lest he take his fried feet away, he feels frustrated with the temple today"

"... but I have no idea"

Where can I hear about that discussion and see that the Chief Cleric is feeling frustrated? Is it true that Fran can also hear his heart?

As he twisted his head without knowing why, Lutz glanced lightly over his shoulder.

"I have a report for the Chief Cleric that Mine didn't get through."

"It seems so. Master Mine must also study the euphemism characteristic of nobility."

The gaze of two raw warm people, seeing a child who is able but bad, was very painful.

For a few days, while I had Gil sneak in, Fran and I discussed how reporting to the Cleric Chief would make the request easier. I heard Lutz's opinion, and since we were going to talk about Mine Workshop, I also involved Benno, who looked disgusted when he said, "Trouble again".

As far as I'm concerned, I wanted to get permission from the chief cleric as soon as possible to challenge the reform of the orphanage, "No this idea!" Benno pissed me off.

"Don't hit the straight line! Pre-preparedness and rooting are imperative, even if they seem troublesome on the roundabout when they are noble opponents! Rather, that determines everything. I'm not even sure you're going to see me all of a sudden."

"Master Benno is right. Master Mine always acts as soon as he/she decides, but if he/she has an important story, he/she will communicate some information and requests in advance and schedule an appointment for the meeting. No need for acuteness to discuss it with the nobles. Take as much time as you can to prepare under the water in your favor."

I was surprised at how the orphans were doing, and I told Fran that it was a violation of manners, even though I asked him to do it again and again. Says he can't prepare for acceptance or communicate information well on the part of the chief cleric.

"This is just the right time for you. Dear Mine, take a good look at the appointment of a visit to the nobility, the rooting, etc., and remember. You'll need it from now on."

As a result of various discussions, I first decided to take up my position as director of the orphanage and use the assets of Mine Workshop to carry out a reform in the name of workshop maintenance.

Wash the children before baptism and thoroughly clean the orphanage. Then, the basement of the men's building is used as a workshop to install and carry tools so that they can be used for cooking and making paper.

Squad people in orphanages, divide them into papermaking and forest collecting squads, orphanage chores, and temple work squads, and let them rotate for about a month to experience it all. After that, ask for hope, and re-shift. Freedom of choice of occupation.

I have to wash out the clothes and tools that I will need and also buy them through Benno.

To make that money, I asked Rutz and Ralph to make a wooden hanger. A hanger in the form I know, taking care of the roundness of my shoulders. "I wouldn't hurt my clothes any more than the hanger on the cross I saw in the old clothes store," Benno introduced, glaring his eyes and eating them.

Thank you very much.

"What is the ultimate purpose of the Mine Workshop Orphanage Branch?

Benno looks at me and asks. If you don't get an answer here, you'll be pissed off "no thought" again.

"It's about securing the cost of living in an orphanage. I hope we can earn what we lack with God's grace and buy what we need."

"Is food all you need?

"I'm more or less given what I need for my life by the temple, so I think that's fine if I get a profit for the cost of food"

Answering Benno's question, Lutz started calculating by writing down the price of paper and the price needed for food.

"... it's going to be surprisingly easy to accomplish with just the cost of food"

Lutz told me if I didn't have any money, I could pick it in the woods, but given the size of the orphanage, I can't really collect a lot of it from the woods for a long time either. If you know you're going to be able to make money as a workshop, you can get your food costs out of the cost of the workshop until you get on track.

"If Mine were to give money, wouldn't it make sense to remind him to collect it?

"As I make paper, I just want you to remember to collect it in the woods. If you knew, you'd be able to eat something before you starve to death, right? If you don't, you might pick poison mushrooms like me."

"Mine had a high poison mushroom rate..."

Fran snuck his hand from the back to the clergyman somewhat where the story came together and, albeit unofficially, took on the appointment of the director of the orphanage and the acknowledgement regarding the Mine Workshop orphanage branch. In time, he also made an appointment to speak publicly with me.

It seems that when I formally ask to see you, I must ask you in writing a few days in advance, and I was taught the format and wrote to you.

… aristocracy, agony.

By the time the Cleric Chief received the invitation, the children were feeling better thanks to Gil's darkness. I had an appetite and received reports that besides soup, I was able to eat a little solid food and my movements were getting a little more active. While cleaning a room full of feces and urine, I seem to be in a state of health where it seems okay to wash them whole.

After the three bells designated as chief priests rang, I took my feet with Fran to the chief priest's room. In my room, I am ready for Gil or Lutz to move out at any time.

Thank you for your time, Chief Cleric.

"You.... Come here."

It seemed that they had already been paid, and there was only Arnault in the Cleric Chief's room. If we try to get to the desk as usual, the clergyman moves forward to the bed on the other side.

"Chief Cleric!?

Arnault raised his voice like a surprise. Fran also has her eyes round. I follow behind the chief clergyman, without knowing why.

And the chief priest withdrew from the tent of the bed, and invited me. Further back of the bed? and as I approached him with my neck tilted, I saw another door across the tent.

"I'll talk to you here."

As soon as the Chief Cleric laid his hand on the door, as if to make it even with fingerprint recognition, a blue and shining magic formation emerged, and the jewel of the ring, which was worn on the middle finger of the Chief Cleric, glowed red. The light subsides when the red light of the ring circles the magic formation.

"I can't even put a side service in here. Mine, come."

Kacha and the door open, and Arnault walks into the room without Fran. I looked in the dark room and looked back at Fran, anxious for a moment. By nodding small, Fran urged me.

"And I beg your pardon"

The moment I went inside and the door closed, a window appeared in the room, which was dark, and a dazzling light entered. A window appeared as if the shutter had opened.

"Wow!?

Hold your eyes and wait until your eyes get used to it, and you'll hear the chief priest moving in a mess. Slowly opening his eyes, the room, which was dark, was like a university lab.

Scrolls and parchment materials are scattered on desks and shelves, and several books are piled up. An instrument I've never seen, but somehow something like an experimental tool in science was lined up on the shelf. Would it be for a break in the corner of the room, with a bench and scattered materials there as well?

It was a complete private space for the clergyman, unlike the usual room, which is cleaned up neatly by the side service.

"I try not to let you in here without more than a certain amount of magic. There will be no one else in the temple but you. Just right for secrets."

"It's an amazing hidden room. It feels like a magic crystal..."

The chief clergyman looked at me as he zapped away the material that was piling up on his bench.

"... it would be in your room too, wouldn't it?

"Really? I've never known it before."

I've never been able to retreat from a bed tent, and the bed just has a frame and no futon is in it. Think about when you fell, maybe you should put in a futon or so.

"I have to register my magic on the door, so it won't work for you."

"Magic Register?

"I don't care about that. Let's get down to business. Sit there."

Cutting the story off, the chief cleric pointed to the bench where he had just left things. I take out the chair I have at my desk and sit down.

The softly raised face was not a faceless face that did not make you feel the same emotions as Fran, but a difficult face that engraved a tight wrinkle between your brows.

... This is a sermon?

As Fran has been scolding me for the past few days, I have learned what to do for the day. Could it be that I use this place because it preaches at a better level not to show it to the side service? Even if I ask Fran for help, there's only two of us in this room, and there's no one to help me.

"Oh, oh, uh, Chief Cleric. Why are we talking here?

"Because I got Fran's advice that it's useless to ask you for noble, euphemistic rhetoric"

The chief cleric glances at me. It's the type of face that looks faceless and gives a slightly colder impression, so it's very scary when you carve wrinkles between your brows and look grumpy. Unlike Benno, who drops lightning, it's an angry way of producing cold air that freezes more and more from his feet.

"In fact, didn't you say something quite important or remarkable the other day without thinking about it? I had business at that place, and I had a side service for the temple chief I was visiting, did you realize?

"I didn't notice at all"

"You don't seem to understand that this conversation was such a life shrinking conversation when there was a temple chief's side to serve, such as denouncing the temple chief's deeds?

"... too, I'm sorry"

I was going to make a little bit of sense to the clergyman who wouldn't understand me, but he was only going to condemn the way the temple chief did, and the clergyman and side-service, everyone on the spot was chilling their liver, it seems.

"At least remember the face and name of the Blue Cleric, and then about that side serving face. You have to be vigilant. What do you do without knowing who you're dealing with? You're too broad."

The face of the frightened clergyman resembles the face Benno shows. I seem to be in a position to be scolded wherever I go.

"... Mr. Benno often tells me he doesn't think about it"

"Speaking of which, you said you weren't alert or you wouldn't punish me for being deceived. I fully agree with Benno. As a blue witch apprentice, you must learn and remember the noble way."

"Yes."

The Chief Cleric's opinion was completely worried about my position. As Fran said, although the truth was too hidden to be known, it seems that the Chief Cleric is protecting me from the Temple Chief.

"You don't seem to be willing to draw on this hidden intent, and you don't seem to be willing to hide any of your opinions because they're too straight, but this is a life-saving thing in a noble society. Talking in a whisper like that is flat. I don't even know if this intent makes sense, so I decided that it would be best to use this place when talking to you about something else I don't want to be heard."

"I am so sorry"

If the Chief Cleric doesn't tell the truth, he won't get through to me, so it looks like we're supposed to be talking here. Sorry for the inconvenience, but it helps to be able to speak with a broken belly.

"I heard from Fran, but I see you've decided to become director of the orphanage, haven't you? You seem to have said you can't be responsible then, but are you sure you're okay?

I stretch my spine, peering straight into my eyes with a strong light that explores to my inner heart. When I helped, I only cemented my resolve. I just wanted to tell him my motivation, and I looked straight back at him.

"To be honest, I'm still afraid to be responsible. But I can't leave it like that, so if I can help, I want to help."

"Hmm. I don't mind if I'm ready for you"

Lightly permitted, I see the Chief Cleric in a manner that eats the shoulder watermark.

"Huh? Is that okay?

"Unofficially, though, through Fran, I'm supposed to be giving an acknowledgement reply?

"I heard that, but it's a lot different from when we discussed it before, so I was surprised..."

"If it's euphemistic, it won't tell you, so there's no choice."

"Oh, I'm sorry."

I don't know how many times, but apologizing, the chief cleric brought a few sheets of paper. After a light glance at it, he turned his eyes to me.

"I heard it all from Fran, but I don't get the guidelines. Fran doesn't seem to fully understand either. He said the merchant's unique rhetoric and tacit understanding would keep the conversation moving. Explain what the hell you're going to do by being the director of the orphanage."

I will explain what I have met with everyone.

"I'll turn the orphanage into a mine workshop. Firstly, improve the nutritional status of the children who will be employees and clean up the orphanage, which is the workshop, and install work tools. Then we're going to be able to cook for ourselves to improve our nutritional status. I think that if we can make soup on our own, we can improve our nutritional status considerably with God's grace."

"I see. What do you say we sidestep all this orphanage?

The chief priest looked at me.

"... because if you serve my side, I can serve you outside the temple"

"If that's all you're saying, stop it. There will be no more talent to side serve when the other blue comes in, and if they surround everything, they will create an inadvertent conflict. You can go outside as the Dean."

"Okay."

If we can get the children out of the temple, we don't have to do anything about it. I nod, I understand.

"What do we do when the kids are nutritious?

"I'll have the plant paper made. It used to be just made by me and Lutz, so if you teach me how to do it, even kids should be able to do it."

"Plant paper..."

Watch out for a bunch of paper piled up on the desk by the clergyman. Speaking of which, Benno gave it away, and the chief cleric was most pleased with the plant paper.

"I won't be sidelined, and I can't take anything made in the Mine Workshop because the Gilberta Chamber of Commerce has already signed a contract to sell it."

"It's a good decision to make like a merchant. Even if it is found, it is good if it is never taken up by the Temple Chief. What are we gonna do with selling paper?

His eyes narrowed just a little boring, and the clergyman proceeded.

"We'll sell the product and let them buy their own food for what they're missing. That way, I won't have to pay for food, and there won't be any hunger with the increase or decrease of blue clerics and witches."

"Basically indifferent to others, why would you do that? No gain, you wouldn't take care of him, would you?

That's the most important part, the clergyman looks at me with a strengthened gaze. I also looked back at the Chief Cleric with a tight eye.

"It's my call to read, isn't it?"

"What?

As he could not understand, the Chief Cleric looked out for him.

"If I knew my child was going to starve to death over the wall, I couldn't help but care less. Even if you're immersed in a book, the moment you stop reading it, the sight comes back, and you can't stand the guilt and the sickness."

"So you're saying that just to get rid of the obstacles to reading, you're going to be the director of an orphanage and run a workshop?

"Exactly."

As I nodded loudly, the chief cleric held his temple.

"You... are more of an idiot than I expected"

"It's often said"

"... that's enough. Period? Give me permission, how long are you planning on getting on track?

"I'm all set, so in this season, in a month or so, I think you'll be able to make paper, sell it, and buy some food"

"Ho?

This time you're much better prepared in advance, the chief cleric murmured.

I've checked many times with the eyes of the merchants and nobles to see if Benno and Fran have any holes in the plan, so it shouldn't be a problem. The fact that it was made clear that the most anxiety element was me is new to memory.

"Great. Allow it."

"Thank you. Fran said if you're a clergyman, you'll understand if you go through with it properly. Mr. Benno also has a good eye for clerics, so if you want to talk to him, make him chief cleric.... How can the Chief Cleric be different from other clerics?

This would definitely be a scolded question if I heard it outside, and I asked him, "Don't ask me outside this room," he told the chief cleric in a sigh.

"I'm not going to go into detail, but like you, I didn't grow up in the temple here either. I grew up in an aristocratic society, and for a reason I'm in a temple. That's why sometimes the way the Temple Chief does things gets to his nose, but it's not a very good idea to conflict with him now. Be careful not to buy any more anger, either."

"... Would you like to buy anger for running an orphanage?

It's head-on conflict with the way we've done it before that orphans make their own money. When I asked terribly, he laughed with his nose, "What now?"

"For once, I'm going to take the form that I pushed, but don't do anything too fancy for me. In your case, common sense is too different from ours to see what the hell we're going to do. Like reporting to me to do anything. Then, listen carefully to Fran. All right?"

"Yes."

After having been pressed by the Cleric Chief many times for "newspaper, company, and minister", I leave the Cleric Chief's hiding room and return to my room with Fran.

Gil and Lutz welcomed me with their eyes full of anticipation.

"Mine, how'd it go?

"I was so pissed off. Learn how aristocratic you are. No thoughts, no detours..."

"Does that mean the director of the orphanage couldn't?

Lutz and Gill clouded their faces anxiously. I shake my head in haste.

"Yeah, I became Dean. Mine workshop is fine. But I'm pissed off everywhere I go..."

"Well, it's Mine"

Pompous and lightly tapped my head, Lutz laughed small.

One more thing remains for me to do before working on reforming the orphanage.

It's a discussion with Delia. I'd like to put a stop to Delia saying it's her job to pass information on to the temple chief.

No matter how much I try to hide, there's no way Delia won't notice if the other side services wander in and out, Benno or Lutz is in and out, and she's adorable in the orphanage. But I don't want to be disturbed by the Temple Commander until the work of the workshop is on track.

She said if Delia can help, she can help, so I think she would agree with me on helping the orphans themselves. Exactly, you wouldn't say it's better to be dead in the present situation when you're ready to help.

gaze, and I decided to ask Delia to be honest. Because I thought it would be better to ask Delia to be upright than a euphemistic way to do it, who would also report seeing the temple chief's side of the service.

"You know, Delia. I am going to help the children before baptism. That's why I don't want the temple chief interrupting me. I want Delia to keep her quiet for a while. If Delia can help, she wants to help those kids, right? Could you do me a favor?

After a moment of silence, Delia closed her eyes ghoulishly and shook her head to shake off what she remembered.

"... I don't want to go to an orphanage. I don't want to remember, and I don't want to get involved."

"Yeah, I know. So I just hope Delia keeps an eye on the cook here. I just want you to pretend not to look at it for a second. Can you please?"

It is absolutely necessary to manage ingredients and monitor cooks, so someone must always remain in the room. If you leave that job to Delia, who doesn't want to go to the orphanage, Delia herself doesn't have to go to the orphanage.

"Fine, I'll shut you up. But this isn't for Master Mine, it's for the kids. Don't think I'm relieved."

Delia promised me that she would keep her mouth shut for once, turning her face just a little hoarse to the side. stroke down my breasts, and I promise Delia, too.

"Thank you, Delia. I'll definitely help you."

"Beh, I didn't ask for anything. But I won't forgive you if you fail more than you do."

Your attitude is tedious, but you can assume that apparently Delia expects you, too, right?