Ascendance of a Bookworm

Well, Rutz's problem is the lack of conversation in the home, which calmed him down somewhat. I also feel it would be even more troublesome now that Rutz has become a dapra and fallen income-wise on top of the inequality issues that still remain between brothers.

But I could reconcile with my parents, and they seem to have figured out the importance of discussing it, so I'll figure it out later. I am satisfied because Rutz's living conditions have improved.

And now that Lutz's problem is cleared up, what I care about is my mother's ill health. My mother has been so pale lately that she wonders if my frail physique has developed. I go to work, and although I usually do chores, I sleep well.

He looked pale and fluffy this morning as well. Before I arose, it seemed that my father was already at work and I could not see him. I couldn't help but be anxious to see what my mother would do if she suddenly fell.

"Mother, are you still not feeling back? Are you okay?"

When I saw my mother, whose food was not going to go on, and I asked her, um, and after a while my mother thought, "Is it okay if I say it already?," he muttered.

"Mine. Mother, I have a baby in my stomach. Mine's gonna be your sister."

"Huh? Huh!?

It was just a pregnancy discovery. I'll freak out and look at my mother's tummy, but it still doesn't look like she's got a baby in her pocket.

... it was an obstacle.

The Reino era did not even have romantic experience, so naturally, there is no such thing as pregnancy experience. As far as I can remember, there were no pregnant women around me, so I become the first pregnant woman my mother sees up close.

... ohhhhh! As far as I'm concerned, I only read a pregnancy book somehow. Hi-ha-hoo! In the meantime, should I rest, nourish, and care about moderate exercise in times of evil obstruction!? What do you say!?

The Reino era was my only son, and I have never been a sister. I have an admiration for my lovely sister, but can I be? I'll give it to your sister. To a sister like Tulli.

As I pondered round with anticipation and anxiety, Touri cheered full of joy.

"Really!? Wow! I sew clothes and diapers for my newborn baby!

I'm in a hurry for Thuri to find what I can do for my baby right away, and I'm in a hurry to find what I can do too.

"Wow, me too... er..."

There's only one thing that came to mind the most when I thought about giving my baby a gift. Things that are not in this house. The best thing I've ever searched for when I just got here.

"I'll make a 'picture book' for the baby to be born!

"... Ephone? What's that?"

Touri and my mother tilted their necks in alignment. No. I can't believe the picture books don't make sense. We need to do something soon.

"Books with pictures! Make books for kids to read!

I started laughing like a touri with my eyes round my description could have played.

"Hahaha, it sounds like mine"

"You're gonna work hard for the baby, which means Mine's gonna be a good sister, too."

It's my brother, it's my sister, I don't know yet, but it's definitely so cute. If I use the sewing technique that Thuri has developed at work to make you clothes, I want to invest in creating educational toys for my siblings who will be born.

"... work hard for the baby. I'll definitely be a good sister!

And it came to pass, when I proclaimed so, that all the families that had laughed before were troubled, and beheld me.

"Mine gets a fever if it's too tense, so calm down a little bit"

"That's right. Mayne needs to be able to manage her own health because her mother is in a lot of trouble."

"... I know. I'll do my best."

Though I tried to respond with a special victory, my head was full of what kind of picture books to make.

What would have been in a book for babies? Indeed, the gift picture book that appeared in the PR of the municipality where he lived during Reino was that of a long-seller. It should have been a picture book if I hadn't been there, alternating between a page with my face down and a page showing my face.

... but what do you say here if you're not here?

I think it's probably here too because there was a concealed facial display all over the world to give up the baby, but I don't know what to say to the baby. And how do I know the question about hanging up?

... I figured I'd turn one of the bedtime stories my mother told me into a picture book. Let's do that.

"Uh-huh, uh-huh. Good morning, Lutz. Stop by the store today and go to the temple."

Upon welcoming Lutz, who had come to pick him up, to cross his nose, he took a step back, as Lutz saw something creepy.

"Fine, but what's wrong? You're in such a bad mood."

"Nfu ~... You know, me, I'm gonna be your sister"

Mine, get your stuff.

That is what my mother, who held my temples, told me, and I go to my bedroom. Meanwhile, my mother was telling Lutz why she was in this state.

"Lutz, I'm sorry. You were so happy to be your sister, this kid, he's a little too floating, maybe we shouldn't let him out today..."

"Not only today, but until Aunt Aefa has a baby, I think it will stay this way.... Mine looks like Uncle Gunter."

"Right. You look just like me, floating around."

I'm lowering my brow like I'm in trouble, but still, my mother laughs happily.

"Thank you for waiting, Lutz. Bye, Mother. I'm coming. You shouldn't be able to do this when you feel bad. 'Cause I'm gonna work hard to make it easier for my mother."

Mine, that's my dad's line this morning.

Departure progression laughed at by my mother. First, head to the Gilberta Chamber of Commerce. I'm going to make a report about becoming your sister, and then I'm going to order an orphanage cartoon board.

On the road, I was turning to Lutz and stating my picture book plan extensively.

"So I decided to make a picture book because Touri said she would sew clothes and diapers for the baby."

"What, that?

"It's an easy book for kids to read with pictures on it."

Humph, his chest stretched and explained, Lutz sighed haha and shook his head gently.

"... you know, you can't read words when you're just born, right?

"It's important to read it! I'll read you a lot. If you want to make a picture book, you need thick paper first, right? Baby says you can put anything in your mouth, and thinner plates than paper? Or a cloth picture book? Oh, but I may not have seen 'felt' around here. Besides, if you turn it into a cloth book, you're not gonna have my turn, are you? Lutz, what do we do?

When I look up, Lutz wanders his gaze like confused.

"I don't know what to do... er"

"When you say you make a picture book, but you lose your turn, it's so sad, isn't it? But paper picture books get torn, they bite, and if you think about getting ink in your baby's mouth, ahhh! Too dangerous!?

Bite the book, imagine a baby tainted with ink around my mouth, and as I hold my head, I gently slap my shoulder as Lutz sighs like a scratch.

"Mine, calm down. You're gonna be born next spring, right? Because it's not an immediate story."

"But I don't want to make a prototype, make improvements to it, and give it the perfect thing!

"Because when Mine runs, it usually doesn't turn out to be a busy result, and he falls. Calm down and listen to your opinions around you. Huh?"

While Lutz was telling me, I arrived at Benno's. There is always Marc in the store, working neatly.

"Mr. Marc, are you there, Mr. Benno? I'd like to reorder a board for Carta from Siege's woodworking workshop that I took care of before."

"I can take it here, but you're in a lot of a mood, Mine"

While retrieving the wooden plaque for the order, I found myself getting much more tense the moment Marc said so.

"Ugh. Mr. Marc, listen to me. I'm going to be your sister. So we're going to be so busy making books for babies, making cartas, building blocks."

"Ho, is that a book for the baby? Because of this, why don't you report it to your husband yourself? You're going to be your sister, aren't you?

Nicole laughed. Marc put me through the back room saying that, so I rush to Benno and report.

"Good morning, Mr. Benno. I'm your sister in the spring. So I'm going to make a picture book."

"Ah?...... Lutz, Translate"

Benno, who raised his gaze, said so with his gaze to Lutz, not me.

"Mine's mother has a baby, and she's going to have it in the spring. I want to do something like your sister, and when Mine makes a book full of paintings for babies, it's strained."

"Tell the kid it's a book? You can't read it, can you?

Benno said the same thing about Lutz. The picture book is ideal for creating parent-child bonds, you can enjoy just looking at the picture, and even though you can get acquainted with the letters, no one will know how nice this is.

"It's important to read it! I've been used to writing since I was a little girl."

"Huh.... could be good for celebrating Corinna. Who paints that picture?

"Of course, I draw with love?

It's my first gift to my brother or sister. I'm determined to make my own. When I said so, Benno immediately dismissed it.

"No. Use the previous painter. Children's aesthetic sensations go crazy."

"Hideous!

"It's not terrible. Useful advice."

Absolutely made me promise to use Vilma as a painter, and in the mood of being denied my sister's love, I turned to the temple with a little grumbling.

"Hey, Mine. From now on, if you're going to make a picture book, shouldn't the painter keep it secure? It's not gonna end in one book, is it?

"Sure, I'm sorry about one book."

But if you're going to get Burma to work with you to make a picture book, you might want to make Burma my side in earnest.

"Good morning, Master Mine. Looks like you're in a good mood."

"Good morning, Fran. You know, I'm going to be your sister..."

"Mine later. My report comes first."

Rutz blocks my story and notes that he is in a state of excitement that is not strange whenever he falls, along with my floating cause to Fran.

"I may get too excited and have a fever, but once I do, I won't be able to get excited, so watch carefully, and leave me alone"

"... Yes, sir."

While I was on my way to my room, Fran cautioned me not to "tell Delia as much as possible".

"Why is that?

"So far, the temple chief hasn't gotten his hands on anything, but he's definitely only gathering information. If Master Mine is so excited, pregnant women and babies are likely to be a major weakness. Please be careful."

Blood draws me away. If anything happens to my current mother or baby to be born, I don't feel like I can restrain myself.

"I think it's a good thing to generate new products in Mine Workshop. You won't have a particular problem with that topic, but please refrain from talking about siblings. It's often not very welcome to have kids here."

I was reminded of the fate of a gray witch who had flowers and children, and I drew my lips together cuckoo. The floating mood squeezed away and I calmed down a little.

Did Fran care to brighten my mood like that, change the subject?

"You have a lot of pictures of the books Master Mine is trying to make new, don't you? Will you still ask Vilma?

"Yeah, I'm going to. So I'm going to ask the Chief Cleric to flank Burma..."

After Fran frowned a little at my words and thought, "Right. You should ask for a report and permission to the Chief Cleric first," he said.

I wrote to Fran to tell him that I had a favor to ask, so that the clergyman could give me some interview time.

And the chief priest, who saw in the letter, saw me after his ministry, and called out.

"What's a favor? If it's a short story, let's hear it now."

"Chief Cleric, give me Vilma!

When I asked him as briefly as I could, the chief cleric held his temple.

"... I have no idea what you're talking about. Explain."

"I need a nice painting, good care of the kids, a smiling, lovely Vilma like the Virgin."

I tried so hard to explain Burma, but it didn't seem to pass on to the chief cleric. I turned my gaze to Fran, looking even more puzzling.

"Fran."

"... I would like your permission to serve Burma."

The call alone seems to have made Fran perceive the intentions of the clergyman. Fran immediately begins to explain.

"Vilma is originally a side service of Master Christine, a gray witch who specializes in painting"

"Oh, that art-loving witch apprentice... If so, wouldn't an apprentice who was more into music than a painting be more helpful in educating Mine? There would have been a famous harp player, wouldn't there?

"Shall I be Rosina?

"Oh, take your side."

If you keep quiet and listen, at some point it's turning into a story about sidestepping Rosina, not Vilma. In haste I broke in between Fran and the chief cleric.

"Chief Cleric, what I need is Vilma, not Rosina, though?

"What you need now is upbringing, okay?

"I'm a painter. You can't make 'picture books' with music."

"What's an Ephone?

How many times on earth would I ask just today? I replied in the same way, "This is a book for children with lots of paintings". Under the aristocracy where books exist, about a picture book for children would exist.

But the chief priest frowned and looked at me.

"... books for children? Make something unusual."

"If it's a house of nobility, aren't there books for children?

"There's no way there's a kid's book that's expensive in itself but doesn't know how to handle it. If it's a book you use to study, if knowledge is in the system, that's fine.

Apparently, there is no such thing as a book for children. If the paper is expensive, and you write and create it, the letters will be tight and you won't write until the illustration, regardless of the shapes and graphs you need to study.

He also convinced the chief clergyman in some way that I was convinced on my own that there was no such thing as a picture book for children.

"Well, good. If you're going to make a book with a painting on it, I understand you want a painter. But what you need is upbringing. Enjoy not only Vilma, but also Rosina as a sidekick."

"... you can't waste it like that"

"You think it's no use?

And when I said no, the chief clergyman looked at me softly and narrowly. But neither of us is willing to increase our side service.

"I have no instrument, even with Rosina at my side. Is there a ceremony in the temple that would make it necessary to buy expensive instruments on purpose? Do you have the opportunity for me, who is despised as a civilian, to be taken to the nobility to perform an instrument?

I'm not very interested in music. I don't hate to hear it, but I don't want to play it myself. I think it's nice to be able to play, but I want to use the time I spend on practice time for reading.

It is a waste of time and money, to be clear, more than unwilling to practice even though the instrument is undoubtedly expensive.

"I don't have the money to prepare expensive instruments, nor do I feel the need"

"I see. If you don't have an instrument, you can't even practice."

For one thing, the chief cleric nodded as he was convinced. I am satisfied to leave the Cleric Chief's room, as I have been accepted to sidestep Vilma.

"Okay, Fran. In the afternoon, go to the orphanage and confirm Vilma's intentions."

"Willing of Vilma? Aren't you going to have it?

To my words, Fran blinked in wonder.

"... you may not want to serve me as a civilian, do you?

Originally, my side service, which now serves me, was ordained and determined, and none of Fran, Gill or Delia wanted to be my side service as one. It was not so long ago that they complained about serving civilians.

Even though it turns well now, its unpleasant mood is contagious around when you are unhappy and work. If you think Vilma doesn't like being my sidekick, there's no problem just asking for a painting, just like before. Though it will be frightening to see when another person will be served Vilma.

In the afternoon I went to the orphanage and called on Vilma. Since Fran is with us, we can only enter the dining room, so we'll talk in the dining room.

Vilma, who usually narrows her gentle brown eyes and tells her stories about the recent orphans and what she lacks in the orphanage, looked anxious at me and Fran.

"Master Mine, what are we talking about?

"Vilma, will you be my sidekick? It's not an order, it's a confirmation of intent, so you can say no."

And when he had looked around with grace at my words, Vilma sighed lightly, and laid her eyes down.

"... Much appreciated the story, but I will decline. Don't stand out from me, Rosina."

"Is that because, after all, I am a civilian?

"No! Not really."

Momentum shook his head, Burma shifted his gaze away from Fran, as troubled. He frowned and opened his mouth so hard to say.

"... I, a blue cleric, have deceived me and taken me out to offer flowers. The Lord, Lady Christine, noticed her absence and helped me to get things done, but since then, the Lord has not been good at it. My lords will serve you in and out of Lord Mine's room..."

Unlike the director's office in the orphanage, the room of the blue witch in the aristocratic area is completely separated from the Lord's room, so it seems that Vilma herself had no contact with the gray priest and was at peace.

Although my room is divided into men and women on the ground and second floors, I have to go through the ground floor to get out, and if I can see the cook, I have guests like Benno. A gray cleric named Fran also enters and exits upstairs as a matter of course.

"I will obey you if you will, but if you will hear my opinion, I know I want to stay in the women's wing of the orphanage. If you stay here, it's just the kids and the women."

It seems that he doesn't want to get out of an environment without a man. I know what Vilma claims, but I can't help it.

"If you were spending time in an orphanage, wouldn't you be eligible for flower dedication?

"There's no blue cleric like me who focuses on the plain."

I guess he's going to clamp his hair tightly and keep it as discreet as possible, but the blonde hair close to the orange is often noticeable, and the fluffy healing smile adds clarity to his plain figure. Vilma looks after the children like a Virgin. I don't think they're all blue clerics who don't pay attention.

"I think he is. I found Vilma very attractive to my children."

"That's because Master Mine is a woman and she's still young."

It's an honor to compliment you, and I feel that Vilma, laughing like a soldier, will soon be taken by the blue cleric of color preference.

"Okay, Vilma. Would you ask the chief cleric to be my sideline if he could only serve his identity without leaving the orphanage?

"... I don't even wish, but how did you get me that far?

Vilma looked at me strangely and tilted her neck.

"From now on, I'm going to make a book for kids with lots of paintings. We definitely need a good painting, Vilma."

"Then, if you order, it would be easy..."

"I don't want you to work in a bad mood."

I myself do not like to be commanded by anyone, and I work in the Lord's chamber in lodging, so everything in life becomes work. If you stay dissatisfied all the time, there must be distortions coming up somewhere.

"Thank you, Master Mine. If you don't need to leave the orphanage, I'd be happy to help."

That's what Vilma told me, giggling dull.

I, in order to protect this smile, would like to persuade the Chief Cleric at any cost.