Ascendance of a Bookworm

When I arrive in the temple's private room, I go upstairs first to change into blue clothes. Then Delia will be ready and waiting for me to get dressed. When I changed on my own, I said to Delia, "Nor!" I get angry, so I have to bend my arms, stretch them, and keep up with Delia's movements as usual.

At first, I couldn't breathe, and the movement didn't engage enough to make me want to point my lips when I dressed myself so fast. These days, though, I've been able to let them change quite naturally.

I guess I'm starting to look a little like a lady, and Delia shrugged softly as I leaned down gently and waited for Delia to fix my hair.

"It was nicer than I expected."

"Huh? What?

Suddenly he did not know what he had been told, and when I tilted my neck, Delia glanced at me with a strong light watery eye.

"Me too! This is the best picture book I've ever read! Didn't Master Mine say he wanted to hear your thoughts!

"Ah, you're talking about picture books. I just didn't know for a second what you were talking about. I'm glad to hear what Delia thinks.... you could read it right to the end? Isn't that a lot more readable?

Delia should have made slower progress than Gill because she's studying alone. I didn't think I could read it all.

"... Gil taught me a little bit. Let me see Karta, too."

"Yes, if you're learning, I'm glad."

I feel so smiling when I imagine Delia, who viewed Gil as a rival, wanting to read the book and asking Gil to tell me.

As I was gnawing, Rosina blocked me and Delia from chatting with a slightly harsh look.

"Dear Mine, that's about it for the story and let's have some fesh peel practice. We don't have time."

"Rosina, what's wrong? Though your face is a little tense?

"The clergyman has replied that he will present the second assignment at the meeting."

To Rosina's words, oh, I was convinced. If I have to reveal myself in front of the chief cleric, I also know Rosina's nervousness.

"Then you have to practice hard. When is the chief cleric designated?

"It's after lunch"

I tilted my neck slowly, feeling an unpleasant feeling for the answer that soaked up the date.

"... Hey, Rosina. When, maybe after lunch?

"Today, after lunch."

"Yeah!?

According to Fran, who has deposited the letter, the clergyman has also had to make his way to the harvest festival to be held in the nearby countryside. Seems like he wants to finish the meeting before he leaves because he won't have time for a while. I'm glad you handled it quickly, but when suddenly I can even put it on to Feshpeel's revelation, I'm not ready for my heart.

"It's not elegant to panic, Master Mine. Never be careful not to be enlightened by the Chief Cleric."

"... Yes"

Practice desperately up to 3 bells and then do the Cleric Chief's help with a flat face. I'm not in a hurry even with the sudden revelation, so if I make a silent appeal and finish my lunch early, I'll specialize with Rosina until the departure time is critical.

I'm being made to practice seriously, so I'm improving, but I'm really nervous about letting someone listen. Especially this time, I even have a revelation of my own song - one I remembered during Reino.

The homemade song was the theme song of the movie. The love song stopped and changed to a school chant without difficulty. Whatever the direct translation was, it was too hard to make the right rephrase. Every time, I change the lyrics a little bit or mumble English lyrics when I realize it, so Rosina stunned me.

"Just calm down and play it, you'll be fine. He's better than me."

"Thank you, Delia. You'll do your best."

With the encouragement of Delia, I headed to the Cleric Chief's room with Fran with the Children's Bible and Cinderella texts and Rosina with the smaller fesh peel.

"Sorry for the sudden designation"

When I say that with a faceless expression that I don't think I'm very sorry, the clergyman recommends a reception chair almost in the center of the room.

"Now let me hear how much you've improved since then"

And when I received the fesh peel from Rosina, and set it between my thighs, I breathed deeply. I played the pin and string as I heard the beating of dokundokun in the back of my ear.

The assignment song is followed by a school chant "Under the Big Chestnut Tree". Instead of chestnuts, the name of the nuts like walnuts is added so that they are not uncomfortable.

The chief cleric also nodded satisfactorily and praised me as "very good".

"You're improving pretty fast, you are. This is the next challenge song. Then, the song you make is interesting. Like I'm gonna make something next time."

"... Yes"

Throughout my eyes at the score I received, I stroke my chest down in a howl that I was safely cut through, even though the next assignment song was a little difficult.

"Rosina, take this"

I handed Rosina a fesh peel and I reached for the tea Arnault had made me. The tea feels very good after cutting through the time of tension.

The chief cleric, contrary to me, returned the tea he had been drinking while listening to the fesh peel to Cottori and the table.

"So your business was to talk about having a children's scripture, right?

"Yes, this is a children's Bible picture book"

As I turned my gaze to Fran, Fran nodded softly and offered a picture book to the clergyman. The clergyman looks at the book offered and takes it in his hand with a frown.

"You think this is a book? What's this cover?

Unlike when you're in a hidden room, it's hard to understand because the look on the clergyman's face hardly changes, but it's like the tone is to blame. I tilted my neck, not knowing why I would have such a pointy voice just by looking at the cover.

"Whatever you say, though it's paper?

"You can see that. Why are there flowers between the papers?

"Huh? Because I let you in."

"I can see that, too. I'm asking you why you let me in."

The chief cleric's voice gets more and more pointy in frustration. I have no idea why I'm in such a steep descent. Is it forbidden for Benno to flower among the papers, although he was pleased that he was going to receive it from the noble lady?

"Why, because I thought it would be cuter to have flowers in it. Was there a problem?

"... because she's cute? No, I'm not... Enough. Let's go."

He said it was incomprehensible, and the clergyman, who frowned rather, rose up and began to head to the hidden room behind the bedroom. I too, incomprehensible about the chief priest, follow the chief priest with an equally slight frown.

"Dear Mine, take this"

Fran, who looked hasty, offered me a piece of paper in which he wrote Cinderella's text. When I received "Thank You," I crept through the door that the Chief Cleric had opened.

Still going into the cluttered hidden room, I head to my usual bench. I reminded him that this might be the material of sorcery, trying to get rid of the material that was occupying the bench.

"Look, I told you not to look"

"Huh."

The clergyman, who noticed before peeking, took the material in my hand and stacked it on my desk. That desk material must be magic material. When I look around the room thinking so, it's strange because it looks different than before.

The clergyman wrinkles around his eyebrows for a long time as he draws the chair he sits in.

"Don't tempt me"

"I'm sorry.... So, what were you talking about?

"I'm asking you how you can pinch flowers between the papers. If it's the workshop's own secret, I wouldn't force you to ask, but it's weird that there's flowers stuck between the papers, right?

"It's not weird, is it? In the paper process, you can put it in pieces."

"... that it's paralyzed?

I explained with my fingers flickering like a flower scattered over a girder, but it didn't seem to make any sense to the chief cleric.

I pounded and slapped my hand, realizing that the only paper the chief priest basically knew was parchment. Sure, if I only knew how to make parchment, there's no way the flowers would get caught between them. It can't possibly float like it was entangled in fiber.

"Er, plant paper and parchment are fundamentally different ways to make them, so if you're really curious, come visit us at the workshop next time"

"Right. I have no idea what your explanation is."

Apparently he gave up on getting the answer he intended, the clergyman puts his legs together and puts a children's scripture on his lap, opening it up in paralysis. As soon as I turned the page of the door and saw the body and the painting, I narrowed my eyes and stared at me.

"A book is a work of art. The cover must be skinned, decorated with gems and gold, and the painting must be full of colours, vibrant and beautiful. This book is of low artistic value. It's a good painting, so color it. Waste."

It seems to be the book for the chief clergyman to make those who write beautiful letters write the body, ask artists and painting workshops to do the illustrations, and let the skinner make the cover. Remember the book that was placed in the library, and I sift and shake my head.

"It's a waste of time to color it. How much money do you think it costs? I use it to teach children in orphanages, so I'd rather prepare more than just spend money on one book."

"The book is a work of art, a point. What are you talking about, you?

I want to give that word back to the clergyman exactly as it was. If I thought so, words would have leaked out of my mouth at will. "What are you talking about, Chief Cleric?".

"Books are more of a crystal of knowledge and wisdom than works of art. I don't want to make art, I want to mass produce cheap books so that everyone can read them."

"Mass production? You mean letting a lot of people write? If all the kids in the orphanage learn to write, that might be possible, but it's gonna take some distracting time, okay?

The clergyman held his temples down when he said he was not sure, and slapped him lightly with the conspicuous fingers of the verse.

In my case, I had never thought of such a distracting method of mass production, as I had only thought of printing methods from the beginning.

"No. Mass production is done in print. I already have 30 of the same picture books as this..."

"Wait a minute."

The chief priest moved Pickle and frown, blocking my words. A golden eye close to the orange looked at me lightly, saying it was incredible.

"What do you mean you already have 30 copies of the same thing?

"That's why I printed it."

"What is Printing?

He's not familiar with the job description, whether the chief cleric didn't hear it or Fran didn't understand it because he doesn't go to the workshop much either. I thought there was a report in it from Fran, but it didn't seem to be, because the profit report is neat and I'm paying the temple.

To the too fundamental question of the Chief Cleric, I wonder from where to explain.

"You know they make vegetable paper at the Mine Workshop, right?

"Ah."

"So we make a little thick paper and cut through the shapes of the letters and the black parts of the picture. Cutter...... er, with a knife-like blade. This is called the edition paper."

"Cut through the paper?

I realized that the chief clergyman had done something quite out of common sense from making a slightly inverted voice. It's a later festival, so let's not see it.

"And when you lay a sheet of paper over the paper you make into a book and ink it from the top, you only get ink on the part you're cutting out. Retreat the raised paper and ink it again on the new paper. Then you can have the exact same second one. If you repeat that on each page 30 times, it will be 30 books."

Along the way, the Cleric Chief's reaction disappeared, like a computer that had been processed off. I try to wave gently in front of the chief cleric somehow.

"Chief Cleric, can you hear me?

"... I'm listening. I'm listening..."

The restarted clergyman closed his tight eyes and exhaled a deep sigh. I'm more confused by the reactions that I didn't even see when Benno.

"Uh, are you okay?

"... you've done a lot of thinking"

"What did you think, huh?

I thought back to the process of making a picture book. I think the best I could think of was when I cut off "no wooden prints," and decided to make a copy of the paper, but it wouldn't be what the chief cleric would indicate.

The chief cleric sighed several times as I was tilting my neck, not knowing what fell under what the chief cleric called "thoughtful things".

"I mean, does printing mean chopping up paper and painting ink?

"Yes."

"It's impossible to chop up paper, but it's also hard to believe that ink is applied at all costs"

Since parchment is expensive and of rare value, no one seemed to use it in a waste of time to chop it up. I didn't think it was such a waste of use because I knew that plant paper was about the same price but I made it myself in Mine Workshop and the existence of Confucius printing.

In me and the Chief Cleric, making and printing a sheet of paper is a more effective use of money than decorating a cover, although it can only be a barren argument because what the book requires is different.

"I don't care what you say... it would be more unbelievable to me to spend a spare amount just on the cover. I made ink from the coal the clerics collected for me, so it was cheaper than the ink sold..."

"Ink too...... did you really make it out of coal"

When I was questioned about coal collection, I should have explained that it was to make ink for once, but apparently I didn't think it was really going to be complete.

I feel strange in the face of the priest taken aback.

"... is that so surprising?

"It would be obvious"

"But... well, Benno, who I gave you earlier, said he had a headache, but I immediately moved on to costing and talking about a new picture book, so I didn't think it was that surprising"

Benno already knows how to deal with me, and he's just successfully cushioning the shock by doing a profit calculation as a merchant, which may actually be normal for him to be as surprised as the chief cleric.

Mm-hmm. And as I conceived, the chief cleric shook his head slowly and looked away at the window with a slightly distant gaze.

"... isn't Benno surprisingly a hard worker? If all the stuff you make is out of standard like this, I think he's got a lot of work to do, huh?

"Huh!? I'm a merchant, so I want a product that I can sell. Sure, I'm struggling, but I think it's partly because I'm sticking my neck in from myself. It shouldn't be my sole responsibility.... maybe."

It was Benno who created the Plant Paper Association to rival the Parchment Association, as well as buying the Ilse fight for a high price and starting an Italian restaurant. To my claim the chief clergyman flaunted his shoulder with Hun and raised the edge of his lips with a face that he had just said that he knew the result.

"I wouldn't know if I hadn't listened to Benno, not you.... By the way, Mine. Didn't you say you were a new picture book earlier?

"I told you, what's that?

"Be sure to report it before you make it. I'm sorry to be surprised like this so many times."

Whatever I make is with me, so I think I'll be surprised whenever I report it, but whining in my heart, I gave the Cleric Chief the paper I received from Fran.

"I'm planning on making my next picture book this Cinderella, but is it okay if I make it with this?

When I showed the Cleric Chief the text of Cinderella I wrote yesterday, the Cleric Chief who glanced at it held his temple.

"There's no way a millionaire's daughter could marry a prince, is there? Are you an idiot? Or don't you see what it means to be a difference in status between nobles?

"Well, then, how aristocratic would it be for the chief clergyman to forgive you with the balls we all envy?

Idiot, the worse they say, maybe we should look for some more compromises. To my concession the chief clergyman puts his hand on his chin and thinks for a while.

"... If you are also the marrying partner of a prince, you will not be forgiven unless you are a well-educated lady among the higher nobles. There can be no balls. Make it a concubine, not a marriage. Still enough balls, huh?

"No, no, because I have no dreams at all with my concubine! I won't talk to you!

"Look more real than you ever dreamed."

The story is jade, so if you don't get over the difference in identity, I won't talk to you, but the chief cleric dismisses it in a resolute tone. It's not real, it's too bad to read a book because I want to dream.

"Um, not a prince, but a neighborhood lord. How about that? Does a bit of balls exist? Can you forgive me if I'm on a story level?

"Hmm, depending on the size of the territory, we might be able to figure it out even with a slight difference in identity. There will be a lot of opposition around..."

Even if there is a slight difference in identity, over the opposite of the surrounding area, if it is a happy ending, it can be concluded as a story. I stroked my ho breasts down to find a compromise.

"Then let us be sons of lords, not princes"

"Then keep Cinderella as the daughter of an intermediate aristocrat, not a millionaire either. What is this wizard? How the hell am I supposed to use magic with such strange spells? It's too much for you to know anything about witchcraft."

Cinderella, due to the numerous scratches of the chief cleric, told the story of an intermediate aristocratic daughter being annoyed by her late wife, and all the wizards coming out were rejected, and she went to the ball with the assistance of a nobleman who would take her to her late mother to be dyed by her lord's son.

I am no longer a Cinderella, but I would appreciate the opinions of an aristocratic perspective that will be the main readership.

"But at the end of the day, you two lived happily ever after, but you can't live happily ever after, can you?

"Yes?"

After penetrating the marriage, he told me that he would be banished by his father, the lord, or even if he was generously allowed to, he would follow the seat of his next lord and become an assistant to his brother, but I have no intention of writing to that point.

Because I knew until later on, the Cinderella I was going to make became a strange, realistic, dreamless story for me.