Ascendance of a Bookworm

"Master Mine, the side service is to move into the Lord's room. You can't stay in an orphanage. How are you going to convince the Chief Cleric?

As soon as I left the orphanage, I heard a harsh voice from Fran.

"I don't have a gray witch right now to see how the kids are doing, so I just need you to watch the orphanage at my side of the line, the director of the orphanage. Some kids suddenly have a fever at night."

"... you weren't thinking anything at all. I'm relieved."

When I swelled my cheeks to a surprisingly rude narrative, I added the words as Fran panicked.

"Master Mine often moves as soon as he comes up with it, so I'm worried about how to explain it to the Chief Cleric from me..."

"... Fran agrees to keep Vilma in the orphanage to serve her side? Again, would you disagree?

"We will break the custom, but whether we consider the current situation of the orphans or the situation in Burma, we hope it can be achieved"

With Fran's approval, I sent out a letter to the clergyman requesting a visit. I would also like to hear Fran's opinion on the treatment of Vilma, so I would rather talk in your room than in the hidden room, and there was a designation in the 5 bells five days later.

I worked vigorously until the meeting.

Ask Gil to wrap thick paper in a mine workshop to make a picture book and promise to buy it through Lutz.

At the same time, I recited my mother's bedtime story at the orphanage to see how she reacted to which were easier to turn into picture books and better children's reception. But when they heard the bedtime story, the kids said to the words that came out, "What, that?" And in a series of doubts, I didn't get to enjoy the story, and because Burma doesn't know the life of the city, I was told that it couldn't be painted. The difference between common sense and life seems greater than I thought.

Furthermore, apparently, the temple also does not have the concept of animal anthropomorphism, and even if we talk about seven goats or peach taro, we ask, "How do we talk to animals?" It is also difficult to get a fairy tale I know to be a picture book, "he asked.

It seems best to have Burma paint a picture of biblical relations.

... I knew it would be my first picture book, given to my first siblings, and should I paint?

Then a new cook came in because Hugo and Ella remembered most of the recipes. A man of the year, not very different from Hugo, said, "Huh?" or "Hey!? I struggle, raising my voice like I was in a panic.

Ella, my assistant, says, "It's okay. Because I'll get used to it one of these days," he said with a look that he was reflecting on the way he came.

And on the day of the visit. I have an appointment this afternoon, so I couldn't even go to the library, and I was spending some time in the room reviewing my methods of welcoming the Cleric Chief with Fran and my preferred tea.

Then the bell rang outside the door quite a bit earlier than promised. This is the bell that the side servants have, which informs those in the room of their visit.

"That's the use of the chief clergyman."

"How do you know?

"There's a difference in how it sounds and rings"

Fran says so and goes down to the first floor. He seems busy, Chief Cleric, so maybe it's also a change in visiting times.

As I rode myself out of the top and looked down, I saw Delia walking out of the kitchen quickly towards the door. It's an apprenticeship job to take care of visitors.

After Delia exchanges something towards the door, she opens the door. Gray clerics with large boxes came in one after the other.

"It is a gift from the Chief Cleric. Which way should we carry it?

"Go upstairs. Please come to the Lord's room."

Fran leads the way with Delia's voice, and the luggage is brought in. I rushed back to the desk, smiling lightly at the young lady.

"Excuse me, Master Mine"

Arnault comes to greet him, and the gray clerics leave their luggage at the behest of Delia and Fran. Arnault narrowed his eyes somewhere nostalgic and looked around the room.

"... Master Mine is still using it."

"Huh?"

"No, never mind.... 3 large boxes and 2 smaller boxes. We did carry you. Now if you'll excuse me."

"Thank you, I know, I will not tell the Chief Cleric."

I answered Arnault's words with a smile. With Arnault at the forefront, the chief cleric's men will return in a long line.

Fran, who was dropping him off, closed the door and came upstairs early on.

"Let's open it right away. It will be the time of the Chief Cleric. Delia, go to the workshop and get Gil."

"Yes, I did. If it's a gift, it doesn't have to be just before the visit."

As Delia rushes out, Fran starts opening as she panicked. Soon Delia and Gill came back, helped Fran, and opened the box.

There were two more cloth wrapped inside the crate: a set of bedding and two instruments for adults and children. Then, a bunch of tools to take care of the instrument. The Chief Cleric seems to want me to wear upbringing for whatever it is.

... Wow. If I refused to have an instrument, the instrument would have come.

"Hey, Fran. Did the Chief Cleric tell you anything?

Exactly when I have so many gifts, I get confused before I thank you. Especially since I've never been presented with bedding by anyone else, the confusion is bigger. I frowned like I was in trouble about whether the confusion was bigger for Fran as well.

"The chief cleric was outraged when he fell in the reflection room to say what it was like not to live here but to fall weak and often but not even properly prepared for the bedding, but I didn't know bedding would be given..."

I also thought that if Boteboth had fallen so much in the temple, I would need a futon, but I would not have expected it to be given to the Cleric Chief.

"But it's a great futon, isn't it?

Come closer to the bedding that Gil and Delia put in their bedrooms and put them in order, and I will touch them with my hands.

The bedding chosen by the Chief Cleric was not a straw stuffed futon like the one we use, but rather a superior futon like that which was prepared for the rooms of Frieda's house. The top hanging is superior with lots of embroidery on a light, textured sheet.

Just cloth and embroidery make it a hell of a lot of money. The brain miso is likely to reject it considering the amount spent on all the bedding.

I don't know if it's normal for nobles to give this stuff away, or maybe it'll be charged later just because the clergyman replaced it.

"... Fran, is this something you should pay for later?

"No, it's probably an apology for putting Master Mine in the reflection room and causing him to fall, so I was wondering if I could keep it to thank you"

"Thank you...... Which god should I thank this time?

Asked in a fed up mood to say thank you and wonder if I would have to remember the name of the new God again, Fran held his mouth in a much laughing face.

"Please thank the Chief Cleric, not God this time"

"Oh, right. God has nothing to do with it."

By the time the 5 bells rang, I put bedding in the bedroom and decided where to put my instruments and tools and spent a bummer. I will manage to finish unpacking and give the crate and cloth to serve as they should.

As soon as the 5 bells rang, a clergyman came who could follow Arnault. Welcome and greet the Cleric Chief as Fran taught you. The chief clergyman said, "I don't feel like I'm still hanging out with you, but I think I remember you for once."

"Thank you, Chief Cleric, for your comfortable futon."

"Totally you..."

When I went upstairs and the bedroom was in my eyes, I thanked him, and the chief priest held his head.

"What shouldn't have happened? I just thanked you, didn't I?

"... right. You just thanked me. [M] But I didn't have to say what the gift was about. In the future, when I thank you, make sure you obscure such things as nice gifts or fulfilling my wishes."

"Yes, sir."

Repeating in my heart that I will not deliberately speak of the contents of the gift, I add that the chief cleric becomes the kind of face that chewed up the bitter worm, diving his voice.

"And then there's no need to say anything else about me giving you bedding."

"Huh?"

"Originally, bedding is something you prepare for your family, your fiancée… your mistress. Absolutely misleading around."

"Huh!? hey, why did you do something that was going to be misunderstood!?

It's not me, and no one like the chief cleric would have accidentally done it. I know it's misleading and I don't know why I dare to give you bedding.

The Chief Cleric answered my question with a sharp gaze.

"This time it's your fault"

"Yes?"

"What does it mean that the bedroom is left peeled out, even though there was information that he was weak and had already fallen several times in the temple? Fran carried you down, and he doubted my eyes when he accompanied you."

I thought if I let it go, I wouldn't have all my bedding for long, and if I passed my throat, I'd totally forget, and even order a futon, which I didn't have in my head, I'd softly slip away from my gaze.

"... ahhh, sorry"

Cohon and the clergyman, who deliberately coughed, glanced at the table. Remembering that I had not yet recommended a seat, I guided the clergyman to his seat.

"Chief Cleric's preference is with Dean Prura, but would you like to join us for tea of the day?

"Oh, it's been a long time since Fran's tea"

The clergyman is the opponent today, so Fran makes tea, not Delia. Delia watched as she devoured a beautiful, flowing job with no waste at all. I use the same water, the same leaves, but when Fran puts it in, it feels like the tea tastes completely different.

"Hmm, still smells good."

Close your eyes with satisfaction and break Fran's expression just a little on the look of a tea-drinking clergyman.

Delia received the plate Gil had brought and placed it on the table.

"Go ahead and take the tea. It's a cookie. I'm not very good at sweetness. I'm modest on sweetness for the palace."

Sakuri and the clergyman who put one in his mouth looked lightly at him. I don't think the Cleric Chief who ate the first reacted so badly because he immediately got his hands on the next cookie.

"... Mine, where is this?

"So far, I'm just making it in my kitchen, but if you don't mind, let me know what you think. I'm going to sell it."

I plan to accompany the after-dinner tea of an Italian restaurant or wrap it in small pieces for sale for souvenirs.

"... you weren't just a paper or a phosphor, you even had your hands on cooking?

"Yep. I plan to have a tasting before the store opens, so if it's convenient for you, don't hesitate to take the chief cleric with you. They're going to make it into a store that serves dishes like the nobles are eating. I have a flavour guarantee for Fran, but I'd also like to experience a true aristocratic meal."

When I urged him, invited him, and appealed with my eyes so hard, I lay my eyes down like a clergyman who was good at reading the air had taken root.

"... ok. Invite me to lunch soon."

"Well, it's an honor."

Now you will have completed one assignment that had been put out by Benno. I want to check the service of meals, flavors, and service at the chief clergyman's lunch.

After a full taste of tea and cookies, the clergyman cut off the conversation.

"So, did you mean we had to talk about Vilma?

"Even after I put it to the side, Vilma wants me to live in an orphanage, can you allow it?

"Why is that?

The Chief Cleric frowned puzzlingly. Side service, as the name suggests, serves on the Lord's side, and no one wants to stay, even if they ever wish to leave the orphanage.

"Sometimes Vilma herself wanted it, because I felt I needed someone to see how the orphanage was going. Originally, I heard that the young children before baptism were taken care of by the gray witches who had given birth to their children, but they're not here now, are they? So, under my authority as orphan director, I want you to take care of Vilma in the orphanage and the children."

"Chief Cleric, please do it from me, too. Now there's no one to take care of the kids. Kids are prone to breakdown and may have fever at night. Vilma is very worried about her children."

The clergyman strokes his jaw as he says, Hmm, to Fran's palate.

"Sounds like a good reason... if Vilma is going to stay in the orphanage, take Rosina aside. The instrument was also prepared. Let's get this over with."

The chief priest sees me.

"Why would the Chief Cleric want me to wear upbringing? Like I said before, is there something like playing in a temple ritual?

"I don't need it at all in the temple. Even blue clerics will have no taste."

"So why?

Kotsun and the Chief Cleric took out the little magic equipment. It's an anti-bugging magic device. Me and the chief clergyman hold it in my hand, which I recognize.

"You will undoubtedly be associated with nobility in the future."

"... me, though I'm not going to leave my family?

I have been on the streets since I entered the temple for that reason. Temple Chief My anxiety creeped in deliberately because the Chief Cleric, who was supposed to have some grasp of my relationship with my family, said "no doubt" out of the magic that let my opponent run wild.

"You may not know, but you can't want a child if you can't magically make up for it. Your magic can stay flat even if you serve about 10 little demon stones, and enough to get you into that room of mine. I mean, I can't have kids with no nobility. You won't be able to marry in the city down there."

Speaking of which, Delia said something about a magical trade-off. He was angry about the outrage of the Blue Cleric, so he was not conscious at all, but the law naturally applies to me as well.

But as far as I'm concerned, "So what? I feel like."

"... er, I didn't originally think I could get married. So you don't have a particular problem getting married, do you?

"Wait. Why is that?

Although the Chief Cleric looked out for me as I was surprised, I have given up that I could not possibly have been married or given birth in the first place.

I am not greatly pessimistic because Reino era was a long way from that. If you were immersed in making a book, I'm sure your life would be over in no time.

"As you know, I am weak. No one wants to marry a woman who just has a fever and can't even work satisfactorily. Isn't that just a bunch of legs?"

A good daughter-in-law in a ghetto is first and foremost a condition of being healthy and durable. And it goes on to be nice and working. Added to the beauty condition is the arm of the seamstress and the skill of the dowry, but I am off the dowry candidate at the time of the first condition.

"... will that be the case in the city below? Nobility is different."

"Huh?"

"A child's magic is intensely influenced by his mother. Your magic is so great that you can't think of it as a sudden cannibalism among the civilian population. In a situation where there are few aristocrats today, when they are about the age, there will be a swarm of magical matching aristocrats. It costs money if you want to pick it up and raise it, and in your case, you're weak and you don't know when you're going to die, so you're just left alone while you're in the temple. There's no way we can get away from the home of all the blue clerics."

I mean, it seems I'm like a livestock waiting to be fattened right now. Where I have no idea, I don't think I'm being looked at like that, I get upset. If there were more than a dozen blue clerics, and it would be their paternal and maternal home, how many nobles on earth would come out?

"It will be grasped as a tool to connect with senior aristocrats because they will not be able to compete magically in lower aristocracy. Your life changes dramatically whether you will be treated like a tool to have children then, or whether your position will be covered by acting like a nobleman with a proven track record as a blue witch. Be upbringing in self-defense."

My body trembled. I never thought about that ahead.

Benno had told me that in about five years there would be another increase in nobility, so it would be a payment box, so I casually thought it would be better if I left the temple at that time. Hate to leave my family, I was going to use the fruits of Tau to escape and extend my life if no nobleman seemed to be able to make a convenient contract for me.

I had no idea that he would be targeted by the nobility as a convenient mother.

"... ok. As a sidekick, Rosina will learn everything she can."

"Nice."

And the chief priest put the magic apparatus upon the table with Cottori, and I will also put it upon the table, and return the magic apparatus gently unto the chief priest.

"Okay, Chief Cleric. Let me show you an example."

"An example?"

"I would like to show you the extent to which you are expected as an aristocratic preference."

Now, play it, and when I showed the instrument, the chief clergyman retrieved the sorcery in a sigh and put it in his pocket.

"Fran, with fesh peel"

"Yes, sir."

Apparently, instruments lined up large and small are called fesh peels. The bigger one is for adults, the smaller one seems to be for children.

It was an instrument like a lute and a harp, shaped much like a bandula. The body is shaped like a cut of no ocean in half, with the back slightly curved. The surface plate had holes like a guitar soundhole, but it was very decorative, geometric for adults, and a pattern of crawling plants for children.

There were about 50-60 strings stretched just to see the puff. The pins that are wrapped around the strings are made of materials like ivory, adding color to the wooden instruments.

The head part has a horse sculpture, and for a moment it says, "A horsehead harp!" I wanted to put a scratch in it, but I weighed myself down because it couldn't possibly go through here.

After a slight repositioning of the chair, the clergyman sat on the chair with his feet aligned and placed the fesh peel slightly pinched between his thighs.

Play the string with your middle finger while supporting the neck with your left hand. Boron and the air trembled and sounded like guitar. When you claw the string to play the harp or harp with your right hand, you get a clear, high sound with the pin, and it dissolves into the air.

The harmony seemed to have already been done, and the clergyman with the fesh peel lowered his eyes lightly. Your right hand plays the main melody and your left hand gives you depth with bass like a base.

... good.

Long fingers with prominent verses moved freely, starting with a song I had never heard before. It's the first instrument I see, the first song I hear, but I can tell right away only that the Cleric Chief plays masterfully. I can't even compare the bards roaming around the East Gate.

"Blue, high sky......"

The chief cleric matched the song and started singing. It's a song about grasshoppers stretching and thanking the sun for its grace, with lyrics like a summer life shining scene in your eyes.

... The chief cleric's voice is too beautiful.

I had always thought it was a low, well-sounding voice, but when I sang it, it sounded different again, making it horribly beautiful. It's obvious it's an unfamiliar song, but it really comes into my ear and I get overheard.

Polon...... and, in the aftertaste of the last sound, the chief clergyman handed Fesspiel to Fran as he sighed with a ho and exclamation.

"Hmm, something like this? Mine, what do you say?

"I thought if the chief cleric sang a love song, it wouldn't be unfettered for a girl"

"What are you talking about?

The chief clergyman stared at me and found out that the truth was blurry and nil. Hold my mouth, which hastily said an extra thing, and I will envelop the true truth with oblate.

"I sneered at it with a beautiful sound. … but I think it's a bit difficult"

"Correction is not something you get right away. I need to practice from time to time. Give it a try."

Suddenly the clergyman's fesh peel practice began. There was no way I could escape the educationally zealous clergyman, and I received Fran's offering of little fesh peels.