Ascendance of a Bookworm

I need a board to make a picture book out of wood prints. I went to Benno for a report and decided to order 10 boards for the prints.

"Good morning, Mr. Benno"

"Now what are you going to do?

When I went to meet with the exasperation, I was seen with the kind of eyes that looked at something so frigid. But I, who am burning in the making of the book, do not mind its eyes, and raise my hand viscibly.

"Yes! I'll make a picture book out of 'Prints'"

"Hanga?

"Yes, if you carve a tree, you'll be able to decompose it, won't you? So, if you paint the ink on top and hold it from the top with paper, you can ink only the part you put out, and you can imprint pictures and letters on the paper."

Gently remove the tablet, draw a cross-sectional view of the tree decouply, draw a line of ink from the top, and draw a line of paper from the top further. Benno frowned a long time staring at the tablet.

"... I know what you're trying to say, but the ink's high, huh? How many of them are there?

Zach's blood draws attention to Benno's words.

Even though four small silver coins have flown away in small bottles and the price can now be suppressed cheaper than parchment paper, paper is still expensive as well. Just the exhilaration of making a book, I was running, but given the cost, I can't make more than one picture book very much. Making prints, not textbooks, is the mountain of Sekiyama.

"Gee, I wasn't costing you."

"Idiot! Where's a merchant who doesn't even calculate the cost!?

"... I'm a witch apprentice"

If I disagree small, I get my cheeks glued silently. There's no harm done to the young girl.

"No, no, no!"

"Shut up."

I don't think Benno can be quiet at times. While stroking the cheek that finally let me go, I asked Benno to introduce me to Ink's workshop.

"In the meantime, please also introduce the workshop of ink to consider the quantity and price"

"Okay."

"... In the worst case scenario, you might have to start making ink. I don't even know if there's the right ink for printing..."

It still looks like a long way to go to make a book. The exhilaration flutters with the sigh and falls out.

"Can you make ink too?

"... with paper, I know how to make it. I couldn't get all the ingredients together before, but I think it's time I managed to get all the ingredients on my own, and I'm getting more manpower for once... We need trial and error in terms of allocation and what happens in practice, but, well, over time, I think we can work it out."

"Ho..."

When I left the store, Marc called me to report that I had Lutz hold a carta board for the orphanage.

Sign for reception and head to the temple with a board. Deliver it to Vilma and have her paint it. As I go to ask for it, I want to be healed by a smile like that Virgin.

When we got to the temple, Gil was waiting, not Fran at the gate. Gil has been to Mine Workshop lately, so it's rare to see him here.

When he found my figure, Gil loosened his expression like a ho.

"Good morning, Master Mine"

"Good morning, Gil. It's been a while since I've seen you here. Is something wrong?

"... there's going to be. Delia looked terrific and waited for Master Mine."

To the words I was told with my shoulders flattered, I felt that all the movements around me had stopped.

"Fran's holding it down now, but it doesn't feel weird whenever it explodes. You're complaining like a tree to me."

"... what happened?

"The newly entered side service...... was it Rosina? That's a little."

Ha, and rarely did Gil sigh like he was tired.

What the hell happened to Delia and Rosina yesterday while I was in the woods? Is it the one where the kids who have been around for a long time have to be taken into account when adding more new pets? Is there even a territorial dispute?

I've never had a pet, so I only have the degree of knowledge I read in the book, but I got to my room while I was moving my legs around remembering how to deal with it correctly.

Gil opens the door and puts me inside as he always does. There was a sound of graceful fesh peel in the room.

... They're both more catty than dogs, aren't they? By analogy, Delia is a three-haired cat who changes her whimsical mood and attitude, and Rosina feels like a main-coon with a high temper but quiet personality?

Mmm, and thinking about deviating from the sidewalk, I go up the stairs. I was completely alarmed when I walked into the room and there was no sign of Delia coming down, nor was there an atmosphere where there was any screaming.

Delia suddenly exploded her anger as she went upstairs and looked at each other.

"Ooh, ooh!

"Hih!?

"What is it, Rosina!

If you look each other in the face, the extra-large "No! I ate," I said, "What is Delia?" I couldn't figure it out and made my eyes black and white. If you look around the room, Rosina says Delia's "Nor!" It doesn't matter, he sits in a chair and plays fesh peel.

"... Good morning, Delia. I'm sorry. I have no idea, though?

"Rosina doesn't work at all!

With Bissie pointing her left hand at Rosina, Delia said again, "No!" and angry. I turned my gaze to Rosina, but Rosina's gaze still remains directed at Feshpeel.

"Good morning, Rosina"

"... Good morning, Master Mine. The weather will be nice and refreshing today."

Speaking, Rosina finally stopped her hand and looked at me. Understand that we are angry with each other about the attitude that just says we haven't put Delia into perspective.

"Rosina, what does it mean that Delia doesn't work, although she seems angry?

"Well, I can't believe you don't work, that people don't listen. Aren't I practicing fesh peel"

Leaning her neck in a quiet motion, when Rosina said so, Delia told her to bite as she took out her blue clothes.

"Aren't you going to do absolutely nothing but play the instrument!

"It's a side service. Isn't that natural?"

"Me too! Dear Mine, Rosina is all about this, and we're not talking about it at all! I won't listen to Fran! Please do something!

Delia finishes my costume with a rash and a slightly more abusive action than usual.

"Dear Mine, who doesn't even know what a witch does like this is not going to talk. Come on, we're running out of time. Let's practice fesh peel."

Rosina prepared my fesh peel and smiled gracefully with the wrath of Delia and other unfamiliar faces.

"Me too! Not if you're practicing your instruments!

"Delia, the chief cleric has decided it's time for practice until the three bells ring. It's Rosina's job to teach me fesh peel. Let's talk about other jobs properly later. Think carefully about what Delia has to say by then."

"... Yes, sir."

With a muzzled expression, Delia goes to her work. I looked back just before I went down the stairs and said, "I'll definitely talk to you later!," he was pressed.

"Master Mine, you don't have to put that kind of bullshit in your ear, do you?

"No, when opinions are different, we have to listen to the details of everyone's statements properly. I was taught that by the Chief Cleric."

"... were you there"

It was Rosina, who clouded her face a little dissatisfied, but as soon as she began practicing fesh peel, her smile returned; until the bell of 3 rang, I practiced fesh peel, as Rosina taught me.

When the 3 bells ring, Fesspiel's practice is over. Have Feshpeel returned to his former place, and I shall go and help the clergyman in his affairs. When I rang the bell on the table and called Fran, Fran came upstairs with all the tools he needed to go help.

"Then I will go and help the Chief Cleric, and Rosina will carry the water with her."

"Well, what are you talking about? That would be the job of a gray cleric, wouldn't it?

Even though Rosina opened her eyes to my words that she could not believe, so did mine.

Our gray clerics are Fran and Gill. Fran is in charge of practice in general, and Gil is entrusted with the workshop relationship. I'm busy working around moving outside.

Now that only Delia could get the inside of the room ready, Rosina was supposed to work with Delia.

Because the adults are close, I'm going to have Fran take over the job one by one while I see how things go, but I still don't know what kind of job Rosina can leave me to do, and if I work downstairs, any gray witch can do it fine.

"Gray clerics have gray cleric jobs. Rosina will be working with Delia for a while. That's what you told Fran and Delia, though?

In my words Delia pays Huhun, and her red hair with a parsley and her hands, and smiles like a winner.

"So I thought you said it was our job to carry the water upstairs."

"That kind of hard work is your job, isn't it?

With a decent look, Rosina tilts her neck with her hands on her cheeks.

I thought Delia said she would remember her job while working the lower part of the apprenticeship in the room, even in the sidelines. Based on that word, I should have assigned the job, but watching how Rosina is makes me kind of nervous.

"Isn't hard work and chores your job, and women's work is to excel in art? I didn't have to know when I was in the orphanage, and I sidestepped where the instrument was, but I don't know why I had to work downstairs. You'd hurt your fingers if you were working underneath, wouldn't you?

"Hurt your finger, you're also a blue witch, what are you talking about!

I found out that Rosina really thinks that, but the way she thinks about it doesn't fit into our side of the bargain.

"All you have to do is make him a cleric there, such as work underneath. Besides, some people here don't solve art, even though they're witch apprentices."

I'm laughing in a corny and bell-like voice, but what I'm saying wasn't very funny. I'm also convinced Delia will erupt.

"Dear Mine, let's continue our conversation after lunch. Chief Cleric is waiting for you."

I thought if I didn't do something about it as soon as possible, I'd be happy with Fran's words. This is a type of problem that we should not do something about as soon as possible.

"Rosina, I thought you said it was time for music up to the 3 bells, but then you'd get your job done just like any other side service. Please work with Delia."

"Oh no, Master Mine!? What are you talking about!?

If I can't believe it, I can squeeze out Rosina's opinion that opens my eyes.

"After lunch, we'll ask for everyone's opinion. I'm not familiar with the temple yet. After hearing the opinions of all the sidekicks, we will judge."

If you say my personal opinion, "before, now" but I don't know if Rosina's opinion is right, Delia's opinion is right, or if she has any other opinions. I cannot say anything unsolicited unless I have heard from Fran and the Chief Cleric. For one thing, it's a temporary retreat to hear the Chief Cleric's opinion.

"May I ask what Fran thinks of Rosina's opinion?

I asked Fran as he left the room and headed to the clergyman's room. All the delias in the room were erupting anger and I couldn't get any other opinions. Somehow, even in the afternoon discussions, I feel like it would be Delia's private arena.

... Gil said Delia's complaint was a bit of a tree.

"It seems the influence of the previous Lord is great. The Lord before Vilma and Rosina, Lady Christine, was one of the few blue witches who had changed slightly and regarded art as supreme. We hear it was a day of encouragement for poetry, love of painting, and delays in music. Everyone, including apprentices, wore grace like a nobleman's maid."

... Every day I'm late for poetry, painting and music, what's that?

"As Rosina put it, those who excelled in the arts were favoured in Master Christine's room, so I wonder if Rosina, a good fesh peel, lived like a blue witch"

"... that makes sense, young lady."

I thought that's what gray witches are for because Delia and Gill had previously said it was common sense for all gray witches to go for mistresses. But it seems that Rosina was a gray witch apprentice who was favoured by blue witches as an art companion and wouldn't work lower just to encourage art. I was honestly surprised that some of those existed.

"What's up, Mine? That was too late."

And it came to pass, when he entered the priest's chamber, that the priest looked at me.

"... the indiscretion is well known, Chief Cleric. What is a side job?

"Fran."

The Chief Cleric asks Fran for an explanation before responding to my question. Fran briefly lined up Rosina's claim with Delia's.

The clergyman was also stunned by the part where he insisted that he would not do any work other than art.

"... I see. You mean you lived a more graceful life than a junior nobleman's courtier, even though you were a gray witch and apprentice in the service, but you were impressed that you had a lot of qualities and upbringing."

"Um, what do you mean, Master Christine?

The chief clergyman stood up grizzly holding his temples and removed a book from the bookcase with the door. Apparently it's like a file that spells out paperwork, written about a blue cleric. Wrapped in pieces, long fingers glide through the writing looking for the place in question.

"This is it. Christine is the daughter of a loving concubine, but she is highly magical and her father officially wanted to pick it up. Seems like you've been sent to the temple to educate yourself while protecting yourself because your righteous wife categorically disagreed."

"Is it education?

Closed the file spelled out Patali and the paperwork, the chief cleric handed it to Arnault and turned his gaze to me.

"Oh, he seemed to think that whenever his father could take it at hand, tutors and art teachers used to come and go. I remember that circumstances and living conditions were quite different from those of a nobleman without financial means or a blue cleric with too little magic deposited"

Apparently, a special gray witch grew up under a special blue witch. It seems good to think that Rosina's opinion is not common as a gray witch apprentice.

"Um, Chief Cleric. You can't afford my heart enough to feed the side of me that I can't work on besides the arts, but is it okay for me to order Rosina to do the same job as Delia?

Honestly, we don't need the side service of living a more graceful life than I, the Lord, who plays all the fesh peels of the day without work. I also have patience for wanting to be caged in the library all day.

"It is only natural that what you seek to serve is different depending on the Lord. You can tell Rosina that, can't you? Fran didn't say anything?

To the chief cleric's question, Fran looked bitter and shook his head slowly.

"I couldn't hear you. Rosina can't even speak for herself as an apprentice, and it's an order tone to me too. The gray cleric seems to be seen a lot down there in her."

"... oh, that's no good"

My room is all around with Fran's extraction. I can't follow Fran's orders. I can't use flanking at all. I don't need it at the level I want to wish you back in the orphanage immediately.

"Will the most troubling thing be ringing the instrument late at night? If it's just the first day, I can tolerate that it must have floated on a long time instrument, but if we continue the next day, just... That's what I think on the ground floor, so Delia, the neighbor, would be unbearable."

Oh, my God, besides not working, he was a noise daughter.

"Chief Cleric, when you really don't think you can, can I put you back in the orphanage? If you say no, the clergyman will take over Rosina. I'll pay for tuition, so just let me head over here for some Fesspiel practice time."

"... you don't need a side service where you can't hear the Lord. I'm not going to take it here either."

In the words of the chief cleric, I and Fran looked each other in the eye and nodded lightly.

"After lunch, we are supposed to gather all the sidekicks to talk. I would also like to hear from another side service Vilma who is in the orphanage by then. I'm so sorry, may I be excused today?

"Right. It is important to listen to everyone. Go."

Chief Cleric's "Have you grown a little? No, that's an observation," I go to the orphanage with my permission to leave.

Vilma could also ask Rosina for opinions and circumstances to side with, meaning that she served the same Lord.

I called Vilma into the dining room and decided to talk to her. In the meantime, ask Fran to go to his room and get a plate for Carta. It would be easier for Vilma to talk than having Fran, who is an adult male.

"... that's why we want to hear the opinions of all the sidekicks this afternoon. But Vilma won't be able to come to the room, will she? I was going to ask you for your opinion first. Vilma, who served Master Christine just like Rosina... still doesn't want to work downstairs because her hands get rough?

To wash the dirty children, it was Vilma who ran the most. I don't think that Vilma is repelling the downwork, but I want to see what Master Christine's side service thinks.

"Master Mine, my job is to take care of the kids. I'm not saying I don't want to work."

Quietly, Vilma looked at me and said so. I hear about Rosina, exhaling in relief, in her calm but core eyes.

"I am sincerely glad that Vilma is not the kind of person who gives up his job. So, after all, is Rosina the only one who doesn't want to work downstairs?

"... right. It seems to Rosina that the thought is stronger than any other gray witch."

Vilma said so after a few thoughts.

"I was blindfolded and became a sidekick apprentice when I was 10, but Rosina was pulled out of the orphanage as soon as she left, so she had hardly ever worked down until she returned to the orphanage. When Christine was in her room, as Rosina said, all chores and hard work were done by gray clerics."

At an early age in Rosina, it would have been a time when some grey witches would take care of the children before baptism. Then, really, Rosina must have grown up without working downstairs. I can tell you that I grew up more young than I did.

"... Master Christine was a one-way man to the arts, so the order of service, which would otherwise be seniority, was also favoured in order of excellence in the arts. That was normal for us back then."

That's why I always put my energy into art to buy the Lord's cheer at all, Vilma said.

"Since Master Christine was returned to the aristocratic community, Rosina was stunned by the life of the orphanage. I went back to the orphanage and listened to other people, and for the first time, I realized that my situation was special."

Still, it was accepted that Burma, who had experience working down to the age of 10, had been special until now, but Rosina seemed to have strayed from the harsh reality.

"Rosina looked like she couldn't help but want to return to a life with music. If he had been summoned by a blue cleric as a witch dedicated to flowers, he would also have been prepared to be completely different from his previous life. But it was served to Master Mine, the same blue witch apprentice as Master Christine. Isn't that why Rosina thought the same life would return as before"

"Thank you for your valuable input, Vilma"

Realizing that Fran was coming back, when I stood up, Vilma sat down gently with her hands crossed in front of her chest.

"Dear Mine, if possible, give Rosina time to rethink herself"

"... it's a favor of no other Vilma. We will consider it as much as possible."

Though I will consider it, I am not going to change the basic attitude that there is no need for a child who does not work. As I said to Gil and the orphanage children, "the unworkable, the without eating".