Ascendance of a Bookworm

Touri is coming to the workshop today, and he's teaching everyone how to book. I also wanted to go and support them, but Lutz refused to let me "stand in the way if it's just backup". If they say it's in the way of work, I can't help it.

"Fran, are you okay heading to the library today?

"No problem"

Fran and Rosina are now writing down the types and quantities of ingredients used in the orphanage during approximately a month to calculate the quantities required for winter support. It's time for more and more harvests from the countryside to be brought into the city, and the season will come for everyone to do winter support. By then, we have to have some idea of how much we need.

"If you're too busy, I don't mind going to the library with Rosina..."

"No, Rosina plans to send it to Vilma for use. And I'll take some paperwork to the library, so don't worry about it."

I head to the library with Fran, who bags a lot of luggage such as wood plaques and ink. The sunshine, which still gives a faint feel to the remnants of summer, has plunged into a corridor full of autumn cold air.

From the corridor you can see the front door leading to the aristocratic area, where you can see several carriages lined up. I guess the blue cleric is going out, loads of stuff loaded.

"... there seems to be a lot of carriages lined up, but is there something?

"That is the carriage of the blue priests on their way to the harvest festival, Master Mine. During this period, the blue priests of the temple will mostly head to the harvest festival."

"Harvest festival? … a festival you've never heard of."

Autumn is a season of increased forest harvest, more and more harvests in the countryside entering the market, and everyone has a concurrent winter support. Although I knew that pork processing would be a festival with my neighbors, I had never heard of a festival called the Harvest Festival or anything else.

"Is it a festival unique to the temple?... but it's not in the ritual that takes place in the temple, is it?

In the education by Fran and the Chief Cleric, he was taught about rituals performed in the temple, but there should have been no such thing as a harvest festival.

"Oh, don't civilians know?

Looking back freaked out at the unknown voice I suddenly heard, an aristocratic man with a travel schedule looked down at this one with silly eyes. He is not the same person as the blue cleric at the star festival, but because he has not put the blue coat together, he cannot immediately determine whether he is a blue cleric or a nobleman who came to the temple for a favor to the blue cleric.

I immediately move my back against the wall, kneeling and crossing my hands in front of my chest. This is a tribute, and the action of those whose identities are lower against those who are higher.

I am not a nobleman, although I have learned from the chief priests that there is no need other than the chief temple or the chief priest, because those who gather the blue garments in the temple are equal to one another. It's safer to keep it snarky from here than to behave on an equal footing and get strangely tangled up.

"Hmm, you seem to be speaking up for yourself. So there was no falsehood in the word of the chief cleric? … then didn't you even bother to turn your hand"

The man leaves, satisfied that I have knelt quickly, with a few words of concern. Looks like we managed to avoid trouble.

From the word that I was speaking my position, I realized that the man was a blue cleric. If you are a nobleman who is not a cleric, you should take it for granted on your knees.

"Dear Mine, it's reciprocal on that occasion, so kneeling is..."

"You know what, Fran? But I'm not a nobleman, am I? Identity is overwhelmingly there. If trouble is avoided as much as kneeling, why not?"

Fran still frowns itchy.

"But now, Master Mine is insulted by the Blue Cleric."

"Being insulted or nothing, your position is overwhelmingly weak. I have trouble getting my eyes turned on the orphanage by touching the blue clergy."

If I am a blue cleric who knows the first outburst of magic I have done against the temple chief, I do not think I will come directly to myself. But sometimes an orphanage can be used to discredit me, beyond my title being the orphan dean.

"... if you have your own thoughts, that's fine, but you also need to be dignified"

Fran starts walking toward the library with the face that she's not very convinced. There can be no majesty in me. If Fran wants a majestic Lord, I will try, but majesty is not as easy to acquire.

"Go ahead, Master Mine"

That's what I'm saying, Fran opens the library door. The moment I tried to step in, as usual, I found my expression frozen.

"... what, this!?

There was a mess or a mess in the library. Two bookshelves are completely empty, and the floor is scattered with parchment and wood plaques and no foot stomping ground. I don't care how you look at it, it's not like I happened to drop it when I took the material, but I'm deliberately smashing the contents of the bookshelf.

"Uhhhhhh..."

Two things and anger came up from the bottom of my stomach. In a situation where the book itself is small and the materials bearing the letters are not so numerous, it is a miraculously present library trick. Fools who don't even know the value of the material gathered here must need a hammer of justice.

"Who could it be? I did something stupid like this..."

The magic that is seen in my body instigates me. Get the killer immediately and give him to the blood festival.

"Ma, Master Mine!

Fran sounded like he was in a hurry and grabbed my shoulder gasp from behind.

"Report to the Chief Cleric first. And let's ask for directions. You might find out who used the library at the end."

My head was only a little chilled by Fran's words as he avoided being directly subjected to the magic of trying to run wild. I'm starting to be able to control my magic little by little. The only thing left to anger to hit the magic is the killer.

It would be tough if you scared Fran, did damage to his surroundings, or hit the chief cleric eight times. Pushing the magic in my gutter, I laughed nicely.

"Right. Let's come to the Chief Cleric."

I haven't even booked a meeting, so while I was applying for a meeting, Fran told me to wait in the waiting room.

Sitting quietly, you can see signs of people moving through the corridor. Probably the blue clerics who were preparing the carriage.

The moment I thought so, the words of the blue cleric much earlier came back to life in my brain. He certainly wouldn't have said, "I never even bothered to turn my hand"?

... That's the guy!

I rose up gagged.

You can't be more relaxed here than you found out who did it. The other party was on a journey schedule. We have to catch him before he can escape.

"Wow!?

It was almost simultaneous with me putting my hand on the door knob to jump out of the waiting room and someone opening the door from the outside. Suddenly the door comes towards me, and I feel swinging at the door, rolling back in momentum.

"Master Mine!? What are you doing here..."

Grabbed by Fran's hand in the face that he had eaten, I immediately arose my body. Trying to run straight out of the waiting room, Fran pulled me off in a panic.

"What is it, Master Mine?

"Fran, I know who screwed up the library. Let's go after him right away. You may still make it!

"Please don't tell the Chief Cleric that. Chief Cleric is waiting for you."

Did you think that you would be in trouble if they ran away? Fran lifted me up a little and began to head to the Cleric Chief's room without telling me whether or not to.

"Um, Fran. You can walk yourself."

"Momentum ahead is about to rush out to the front door, so we're heading straight to the clergyman's room."

"... Yes"

While held up by Fran, he was taken to the Cleric Chief's room. The chief priest lifts one brow lightly and compares me to Fran.

"Is something wrong?

"I found out who did it. Master Mine tried to run to the front door, so I had to..."

"Great. It was an English break"

After the chief minister had labored Fran and instructed him to lower me, he showed the hidden room with his jaw all the time.

... It might be more right to say sermon room than hidden room already.

Thinking about the time ahead, feeling a little melancholy, I entered the hidden room, about behind the chief cleric.

When I retreat the material aside as usual and sit on the bench, the clergyman also pulls out the chair and sits down. The chief clergyman looked at me, holding his temples gently.

"Fran told you the library was vandalized?

"Yes. There were two bookshelves, empty. All the materials are scattered on the floor so that you can't even step in. This would be a capital crime!?

And I appealed with all my might, but the chief cleric waved lightly, and dismissed.

"Fool. There is no death penalty.... So, I see you said you found out who did it?

"Yes, a blue cleric who made the journey on her way to the library didn't even bother to turn her hand. Definitely him."

"Even though they say he is, there are five blue clerics who traveled for the harvest festival today. Which one of them?

I thought there were a lot of carriages lined up, but I didn't think there were five blue clerics who left today.

"I don't know. But if you look at my face, you'll see."

"Returning from the harvest festival will be about ten days away from now. Can you remember until then?

I nodded heavily at the words of the chief priest who seemed doubtful.

"I can't possibly forget who I took revenge for in the book."

"I'd appreciate it if you forgot..."

There's no way you can leave a fool behind who did what he did, even if the Sigh-minded Cleric Chief sneered at you.

I just decided to change the subject.

"By the way, what is a harvest festival? I don't think it was explained in the temple ritual..."

"It's not an event you're in, so we did put it behind us. The harvest festival is a rural festival in the territory. Originally......"

If you describe in a nutshell the chief of the clergy, who also intertwined mythology, it seems an event where taxpayers and blue clerics scratch the harvest in the countryside.

"It's an unpleasant festival for the countryside to take harvests as taxes and offerings to God"

"Don't say it the way you don't have a body or a lid. And of course, that's not all, there will be weddings in the countryside at the same time"

Cohon and coughed, and the chief priest glared at me. They had to wrap it in oblate some more.

"Is the rural wedding in the fall?

"Precisely after the harvest."

I see. Farmers don't have time to spare until the snow dissolves and then finishes the harvest. In winter we will be trapped in snow, so there will be free time, but the clergy will not be able to make it to the countryside.

Though I thought it was a disgusting festival considering it was with the tax collection, it seems to be coming true for once.

"If you have not attended the wedding, approved and registered as a couple, you will not be recognized as a couple in a house for the winter, and from the next spring, you will not be given a new home or a field"

"What is a house for winter?

"It's a home for peasants to spend the winter in. Life is very different throughout the city and in the countryside. Each house is in the heart of the field so that it is easy to cultivate the fields in summer, but it is also not possible to cultivate the fields in winter, so it is to be spent in a large house in the heart of the countryside. I don't know the details, either."

Apparently the countryside has a completely different life from the city in the countryside. I'm not sure if I just listened to you for a moment, but if the clergyman doesn't know the details, I guess I don't even have to dare to study.

"... the Harvest Festival is not an event I participate in, is it?

"Ah. The temple chief shouted," Don't let Mine out because we'll have less share in the meeting to decide who to send to which countryside. "

I zeroed my bitter laughter at the temple chief's claim to make me my enemy. In my daily busy schedule, my impression of the Temple Chief is rather diminished, but it does not seem to change for the Temple Chief.

They all agreed with the Temple Chief because this is a valuable opportunity for the Blue Clerics to increase their income.

"Rural areas are a long way from home, so long journeys can take a toll on your body. Regardless of the spring prayer ceremony that needs magic, you won't have to go to the harvest festival"

Remember the hook on the word of the chief priest, I lean my neck by accident.

"... does that mean that spring goes to the countryside?

"That's right. Considering the amount of magic, you and I will be elected."

I knew there would be a prayer ceremony in the spring hoping for abundance, but I have not heard of it taking place in the countryside. I don't think you can think of anything like traveling to me.

"I don't think I can ever travel!

"But this is important work. I let you into the temple because I need magic in these rituals. You forgot?

It's a great lack of magic, so he got me into the temple as a blue witch apprentice with the promise to give him magic and money. You can't let me read a book in the library, let me make a book in the Mine Workshop, and you renounce your duty.

"... I haven't forgotten"

"Great. You'll have a hard time, too, but as for my hard work, which I have to accompany as your guardian and head,"

... Chief Cleric, could it be bad luck? Or, hardship?

Gokuri swallowed the words that were about to jump out of his mouth, keeping his mouth shut. If you say bad things, you'll just be a snake.

"Well, I'm more anxious to leave it to the other blue clerics, so it might still be better to make your own move"

"Sorry for the inconvenience"

I lowered my head gently with my hands crossed before my chest.

"... so what are you going to do?

"What do you mean?

We're talking about the library.

To the word of the chief priest I smile nicely, and grip my fist to show.

"Of course we will host the 'Bloody Carnival'"

"What, is that?

"Raise the killer to a blood festival. Destroying the library would be more than a clear declaration of war. It would be necessary to show off and raise the morale of your allies."

What the blue priest, who doesn't even know his name, did was declare war like no other. Fran had also demanded majesty like the Lord, and I think it's just the right opportunity.

"Don't wait! The killer who vandalizes the library to keep you out of the harvest festival, and I'm gonna say blood festivals, etc. even though they didn't corrupt the material, you're too extreme!

I think the extremes are very commensurate with each other, but I don't seem to agree with the Chief Cleric.

"... to keep them from going to the harvest festival. That's all you did, smashed the dossier, right?

"Oh, probably. The materials over there were arranged in order of availability. Must be harassment, that you won't even be able to clean it up. I don't have all the materials in the library either."

The moment I heard the word "I can't even clean it up," something switched on in my head pissy.

This is a challenging letter from the Blue Cleric declaring war. It's unacceptable that you think I can't clean up the library.

"... take it and stand"

"What do you mean?

"Library materials, I'll clean them up"

Isn't this a great opportunity for me? This is the best opportunity to make my library for me, by me.

"However, I do not know how to obtain the materials, so please close your eyes, although you will clean them up my way"

I don't know how to get it, damn it. Because of this, I'll incorporate the classification into the library here. Organize bibliographical matters as well, make an inventory, and I will manage all the books. Make it an easy library for me to use.

If it got that far or so messed up, no one else would want to sort it out, and it's all I want to do. If this happens, I'll thank the killer.

"If you harass me, no one else will clean it up, right? I'm the one who uses the library the most."

"It's a little creepy that you're in a good mood all of a sudden, but I can't imagine you treating the book badly, and that's good. I'll leave it to you to clean up."

The Chief Cleric sighed lightly and stood up. Looks like the end of the story.

After I stood up the same way, I was hacked. I won't reach the bookshelf to clean up the book, nor will Gil or Delia reach the bookshelf to get help with the side service. Fran, one person is going to be in big trouble.

"Chief Cleric, may I ask the gray cleric at the orphanage to help you?

"Right. Your service alone will be difficult. [M] Allow."

"I'm afraid so."

I had eyes for Fran, who looked worried when I returned to the clergyman's room. Seemed anxious that I wouldn't storm out about the library.

"... Chief Cleric, do you have an inventory of the library or something? It would be helpful to see what kind of materials you have and what you can refer to."

To think about taxonomy, I would be happy to have a book inventory.

"As for the books and materials I brought in, I don't know anything else. Even if he had it, he would be the temple chief."

"May I borrow it?

"I don't mind."

Arnault, who overheard the clergyman's consent, quickly retrieves the wooden plaque and gives it to me. As always, Arnault is a competent side-service.

"I'm afraid so. Now if you'll excuse me."

Out in the hallway, Fran inexplicably leaned his neck and spoke in such a way as to fear.

"... Dear Mine, how do I look in a good mood?

"Ugh, you're in a good mood. As much as I want to thank the killer and offer my prayers and thanks to God"

"May I ask why?

"You can clean up the library as much as I like. I've never had this much fun. Don't you think?

I just finished reading the book chained up and was about to get my hands on materials full of bookshelves. If I can clean it up to my liking, I can call it two birds a stone.

... I'm starting to sound kind of like a scribe! Let's do it!