Ascendance of a Bookworm

After lunch, we were to get to cleaning up the orphanage as soon as possible. Except it's the people in the orphanage who clean it.

He's feeling extra gray now, and until a few years ago, the schedule he had washed early in the morning and cleaned since the afternoon is now almost over in the morning. In the afternoon, there would be plenty of unplanned clerics, which meant that the afternoon cleaning would be decided.

The name of the cleaning is not to be ugly because I, the blue witch apprentice, am going to greet the Dean on his inauguration. It seems easier for orphanages to accept the big job of cleaning an orphanage that they don't normally do if they have a name.

The purpose of this sweep, of course, is to clean the orphanage, but let them know that "if you work hard, you get paid". I'm having cooks make soup to labor those who cleaned it for it, and the top 30 people who took the initiative to clean it aren't potato butter, they're going to give me calfe butter.

The cleaning of the orphanage is divided into washing the children during warm hours, cleaning the basement of the women's building where the children were before baptism, cleaning other parts of the women's building, cleaning the basement of the men's building and carrying the tools of the workshop, cleaning the men's building and others.

That's what I and Benno suggested, and I was very surprised by Fran and Gill. The work of the temple's lower work is laundry, cleaning and prayer, so they basically all do the same work in the morning, like laundry for everyone, pray for everyone, and say that they don't work in squads and move each.

Since the scope for cleaning is extensive and there is also a strenuous job in the maintenance of the workshop, I convinced the right person that it would be finished sooner, and this time I decided to do a shift division.

"Even if we split the squad, will you listen to me properly and clean it up?

"'Cause it's okay. Fran is recognized by the orphanages as a priest."

From the gray clergy and apprenticeships in the orphanage, the clergyman's trusted franc becomes quite superior. If Fran takes command, the orphans will move even with some dissatisfaction, Gil explains.

"There are a handful of kids who don't even listen to me..."

That's what Fran said, but I glanced at Gil. Gil, pointed out, slips away his gaze softly. Gil, who now works seriously for me, seems to have had a lot of trouble with the director's grey clergy with quite a few problematic children before.

Gil and Fran are supposed to patrol and check and report back to me on how well they are cleaning, who's working hard and escaped without cleaning.

Lutz monitors the cleaning of the basement of the men's building, which is going to be Mine Workshop's workshop, and loads tools from Mine Workshop. And make calfe butter on the spot.

Delia was to be on the lookout for the cook and also had the first floor cleaned.

"I'm on patrol too..."

"Mine's leaving a message. 'Cause if you fall down somewhere, you'll be in trouble."

Before I said I wanted to go, there was a stop from Lutz. And he seeth me, stuck in words, with the sight of Gil.

"You know, Master Mine. Cleaning to welcome the Blue Witch Apprentice, so I'd be in trouble if they went into an orphanage until after the cleaning."

"You did..."

I can't even go to the library without Fran. I sighed ha. Fran gently laid down a piece of paper with a loving grin before me like that. It's a piece of paper that's surprisingly written in a letter that shows how well Fran is written.

"Master Mine has a lot to remember. First of all, I'd like you to memorize all of this greeting, beyond going to the orphanage this evening and saying hello to your inauguration. Especially be careful not to misname the gods"

I had it written on paper so I could canning, but basically, they have to memorize it. I look at a sentence that says it's hard and exhale lightly. Seeing me like that, Fran takes out one wood tag after another, grinning.

"Remember, if you have time, we hold back here the tea and milk regions and types that are prepared for this room. This is a combination that Master Mine prefers. This is Benno, this is Lutz, this is for the Chief Cleric."

"Huh? Huh?

"The preferences of those who are often remembered"

I don't think the Chief Cleric is coming, but I couldn't say. Because I somehow thought it might be better to remember the preferences of the bosses I work with.

Lutz gave a good thumbs up, desperate to laugh.

"Good for you, Mine. I've got a lot to read."

"I like to read, but I don't like to remember..."

Other than how interested I am, I hate the way the mind forgets to follow what I read before if I read next. As I dropped my shoulders, I took the paperwork Fran had put together for me.

After the 5 bells ring, Fran returns once and writes his name gullible on the wood tag. It's the names of the kids who are taking the initiative and losing their appearance.

"This is the whole washing of the prechristening children that Master Mine was most concerned about, but I successfully washed them in the warm hours with the soap and towels that were ready. Now we're wearing used cheap clothes and working on stuffing new hay in our sheets"

I bought it at a cheap place, so it's full of joints, but it looks like they're making their own futons with the sheets being washed and the hay they bought from the farmer.

"No sick or reckless child?

"Yeah, no problem. Thanks to Gil for carrying the meal for a while. Gil is admired by his children as if he were the Messiah. Gil said it was Master Mine's order, so perhaps Master Mine too."

It's kind of funny when they say that. I sincerely wish those kids had gotten a little better.

"Only a few witches and witch apprentices who were the washers of the children were placed in futon making, and the rest were redirected to help with cleaning. Okay, we'll go on patrol again."

"Thank you, Fran. Best regards,"

Fran nods softly and returns to the orphanage.

A little bit later, Lutz came back.

"Mine, I'm done cleaning the basement of the men's building, so don't bring in Mine workshop tools from now on"

"Okay. Nice to meet you, Lutz."

"Those guys, they're amazing. I'm used to cleaning. That was so fast."

With such a word, Lutz leaves lightly in his footsteps.

When I thought Rutz had gone, Fran came right back and added the name I heard from Gill to the gully and wooden plaque and left early enough again.

While everyone was busy, I had just arrived a few days ago at a desk, staring at the letter of Fran. God's name is long. Plus, there's a lot of people. I would suggest to the Chief Cleric that we give him a friendly nickname.

To see how Delia was doing in the kitchen cleaning on the ground floor, the opening of the kitchen door started to smell good soup for the reward being simmered in the kitchen.

The cleaning seems to be well done while I'm thinking about being an idiot.

"Master Mine, the men's building is all cleaned up."

"Good luck to Gil, too. And then there's the girls' wing, right?

"Yes, but the women's wing shouldn't let men in anywhere but the cafeteria."

"Well, could you start prepping me so I can have some soup in the dining room?

"Okay."

When Gil left with a groom, Lutz came in.

"Hey, Mine. I'm done installing the workshop, and I started steaming calfe potatoes, okay?

"Look... you've already started, haven't you? Gil started prepping me for the dining room, so I thought we'd get along just in time.

As I was laughing Couscous, Lutz approached me and lurked his voice.

"Hey, they here, they said they've never even seen Calfe. I'm telling you, I only know what's cooked. If you just steam side by side, but you're surrounded by intriguing clerics and apprentices, and you're having a hard time doing it."

"... oh, I only know God's grace, and I don't cook in this orphanage. Maybe I can't help but see the ingredients?

Speaking of which, I've never seen a field carrot even though I know of carrots sold to supermarkets in Japan, so it was in some kind of magazine that there were a lot of kids that I didn't know from looking at the leaves in the field. Even Japan, which has a lot of means of communicating information, did, so it's no surprise that I don't know anything about anything but what I've been through in my life right now.

Then I'll tell you how to pinch the butter.

Take the butter and the knife, and Lutz leaves again with a laugh.

Then came Fran.

"The women's building was difficult to clean the basement where the children were before baptism, as expected, and those who were currently cleaning the women's building are working on it in total. It will be over soon. Then, unlike the men's building, the women's building is now small, so the pre-baptism child will also be raised to a small room on the ground floor. We're carrying haystack stuffed futons and changing clothes now."

Exhale a hospitable relief at Fran's report. Looks like we've decided on the beds for the kids, above all.

"Dear Mine, have you finished memorizing your greeting?

"... for once. But I'm still anxious, so why don't you take this paper?

"Yep. Now, as soon as you're ready, I'll come and get you. Delia, ask for Master Mine's support."

As Fran went downstairs, Delia came to get her hair done. He sits in front of the mirror table and then pulls out the jaws. Delia with a gibbon stared through the mirror with a sad, bitter look on her face.

"... did you help?

"Yeah, they're so energetic to pack hay to make their own futon."

"Yes."

I reported being helped, but Delia's face doesn't clear. Like swallowing bitter objects, frowning and looking away.

"... Delia, it's a non-floating face, isn't it? Weren't you happy?

"I'm happy, but I regret it. Why... you didn't help me then."

"I wasn't there yet, so that's just lame..."

"I know! I know..."

Delia yelled, as if she knew it was an eight hit but couldn't be stopped. I still have tears in my light watery eyes that seem to be nil.

My chest ached when I found out how hard Delia before baptism had put up with me and how much I wanted help.

"I didn't make it when Delia, but next time Delia's in trouble, I'll help. I'll help you... don't cry."

"Cry. No!

"Oh, dear..."

"Don't apologize for serving. No!

"... Yes"

He rubbed his eyes abusively and was denied. Delia seemed priceless, so I guess she didn't want to be pointed out that she was crying.

... but I, Delia, think it's a little unreasonable.

Halle's place to greet him as the director of the orphanage for the first time, so the hair decoration decided to use a vine-like flower that he used during the christening ceremony.

"That's a rare ornament."

"I made it for the baptismal ceremony. I've been selling at the Gilberta Chamber of Commerce lately."

"... made? On your own?

"I got help, but I can make it myself. If you have ingredients."

"Ingredients…"

I had my hair combed by Delia, who stared at me like a carnivore who had found his prey, and inserted his own horn. Delia can't handle the pigeon yet, so she can't help it.

"Master Mine, this one is ready."

Freshly made soup is divided into several pans and put on a wagon. There were a few gray clerics I saw for the first time, behind Fran.

"Dear Mine, these are the priests who help us carry and distribute soup."

"It helps. Thanks."

"No, thank you very much. There has been little divine grace these days, and we will all rejoice"

"Alas, this is not God's grace, but a reward from me."

"Huh? Reward?

Finish the conversation by smiling nicely at the cleric who blinks her eyes like she doesn't know what it means.

With me lifted up by Fran, I circled the corridor and arrived before the orphanage. It turns around, so unexpectedly there is a distance, and the reason is that the cleric pushing the wagon can't keep up with my speed.

In front of the door I am lowered, and Fran checks to see if there are any hair disturbances or clothes disturbances and gently fixes them. The gray cleric who confirmed it opened the door giggly and called on the people inside with a voice that often passes.

"Everyone, under the patronage of the Great God of the Five Pillars, who presided over the great sky of the high pavilion, over the land of the High God, wide and wide, there was a witch who became the director of the new orphanage"

I opened the door. That was the dining room in the orphanage. I was a little surprised that what seemed like the moment I opened the door was a long, sloppily lined table, but every time, I think it makes sense, even considering the fact that God's grace must be carried, and that only the dining room may contain boys.

The dining room sat sloppily lined with gray clothes, but everyone stood up simultaneously to match the voice of the introduction and turned this way. Some gaze at the amount of gaze and the kind of gaze you deserve, the next moment you want to lean down and avoid gazing.

"Let us pray and receive God. Pray to God!

Instead of leaning down on the sudden group GOOKO, I accidentally stared at him.

"Master Mine, this way."

Fran takes my hand and directs me to where there is a carpeted table. The priests of my age, who were before me easy to see, had decided to pose in prayer, but the little ones behind them were not well balanced. It's a good fight with me.

As the gaze of all who had finished their prayers gathered, Fran whispered small as he lifted me up and let me stand on the platform.

"Please be aristocratic"

The first seems to be the key to getting the gray clergy to follow. As Gil knew from the beginning, it is known as a matter of course that I am a civilian who entered as a blue witch apprentice among gray clerics and witches. It was cautioned that when I behaved here in a manner that seemed unconfidential, I would be completely deceived, so as to give it aristocratic majesty.

Push your chest up and never lean down. Smile and pretend you can afford it. The caveat is the same as what Benno and I were told when we paid our donations.

Fran said, "If there's nothing you can do, you should supposedly intimidate me lightly with magic. Because even if I don't like it, I can see the difference in position," he grinned nicely. I don't like strange ways of being feared, so I wish I could end up without using magic.

I managed to remember the greeting, but I only speak in front of such a large number of people with as much experience as the announcement of disgraceful events and graduations that Reino's elementary school years would read his reading thoughts into some kind of award in front of all the school students.

I breathed slowly, trembling in tension, and touched the swaying ornament. I feel a little comfortable if you have a pair of pieces made by the whole family.

"Nice to meet you all. On the glorious and good day of the god of fire, Lydenshaft, my name is Mine, and I have been ordained to be the dean by the clergyman. I am more than happy to hear and welcome my wishes."

Speaking in beautiful words adorned with gratitude and future aspirations concerning welcome, I conclude with prayer and gratitude to God.

"Let us pray and thank Aevileebe, goddess of the five pillars, goddess of water, goddess of Fruitrene, goddess of fire, goddess of Rydenshaft-style, goddess of Szerian soil, goddess of Gedurleich, goddess of life, who presides over the great sky of the pavilion high and high."

The greeting that Fran wrote to me seemed like a stereotypical greeting within this temple. In response to my words, the gray priests set up.

"Pray to God! Thank God!

Ever since I came to the temple, Fran and the clergyman have always made me practice prayer once, so I've just gotten used to prayer poses. I still can't do it well, but still, it's no longer about falling out of balance. I think I can pray well today.

And when you finish your greeting, which was the hardest for me, it's a reward distribution.

"You cleaned the orphanage very nicely for me today. I've taken your reward. Fran, hand it out to all of you who have worked hard."

"Yes, Master Mine."

When Fran takes out the wooden plaque and reads out the names of those who did not clean it, the gray cleric who helps him distribute the soup walks away from those whose names he is called upon to distribute the soup.

Looking at it as if it were a meal for lunch, a boy of the same age as Gil, who was not handed out, stared at me with anger and a bright red face.

"Bad! Not equal! God's grace is determined to be equal! Civilians don't..."

"Yes, God's grace is equal."

I laughed nicely at the boy who was saying the same thing that Gil was saying the first time.

"But this is not God's grace. I told you it was a reward I would give to my hard-working child, didn't I? Haven't you heard? Is the reward not equal? Unfortunately, you don't get paid without a job. Unable to work, not to eat, I say. Remember, ladies and gentlemen"

You didn't expect me to be disputed, the boy forgets his anger and stares at me with a dazed face.

"... your reward?

"Yes, it's a reward. Good luck with your work next time. And then there's this one, especially for those who worked hard. If you've been called a name, grab a plate and come forward."

The gray cleric opens the lid of the steamer with the calfe butter Lutz made for me. The smell of fluffiness and butter spread.

When Fran reads out his name, a cleric or witch comes out with a plate in the form of fear as he looks around. One of the gray clerics puts one calfe butter on that plate at a time.

"I heard you ran to the kids first and washed them. Thanks."

"You're going to clean it very quickly? Lutz complimented me."

"You took the initiative to carry heavy baggage, didn't you? Good luck."

Fran and Gill told me the criteria they chose, so I just read out that they had it all on note, but they all looked like they were impressed and looked at me. It's like, some kids look like Gil the first time I complimented them.

At the same time, I realized that I was blessed with my family. I can think of a family that praises me with great praise just because I can do a few things.

As I have had my family do, this time I felt that as Dean, I had to praise and find a good place for everyone.

"Keep up the good work. Come on, enjoy it."

The next day I had a cooking class teaching me how to make soup in the afternoon.

It is divided into a vegetable washing clerk, a vegetable cutting clerk, a water in a pan and a fire lighting clerk, and today's cooking teachers are Touri and Ella. Hugo has me cooking dinner all by myself.

What Dr. Ella & Tulli teach you is how to cut vegetables. A powerful adult is a knife, and an apprentice who can't hold it yet uses a knife.

We are all serious because the soup we make is a reward and it will stay for dinner. I am intrigued by the vegetables and meat that I see in their original form for the first time, washing and cutting the vegetables with unfamiliar hands.

I inspected everyone cooking for the first time in the Mine Workshop. I don't mind just looking at you as a blue witch, but Fran tells me that it is strictly forbidden to show my hand.

I kind of feel my gaze, and I look back, and yesterday, a boy who couldn't eat looked at me and this one, and I took the initiative to make it.

The fierce appearance of self-assertion made him smile, so he served the fruit of his reward a little multi-eyed.