Ascendance of a Bookworm

Rent the clergyman a pen and ink to rewrite Cinderella's story on the spot. It's a complete revision. After many modifications came in, I managed to write a story that the clergyman was satisfied with.

I learned it this time. That since this is a fantastic world with magic and sorcery, the proper fantasy I know is unacceptable. From now on, it's going to be hard to make up a story.

"Chief Cleric, I wanted to talk to you about one more thing."

Point your gaze at the Cleric Chief as you align the rewritten paper with a ton of tonnes and your own knees. The clergyman, who noticed his gaze, placed the material he was looking through on the desk behind Basari while I was rewriting.

"It's about winter support in orphanages..."

"Winter support?... Oh, I have predictions that God's grace for firewood and food will probably not be so different from last year's, but let me report back from the chase franc for more information. If the blue cleric doesn't come back from the harvest festival, I can't answer that clearly."

"Huh? Do you make predictions?

You're not supposed to know the details until the blue cleric returns from the harvest festival, but you're also not sure you can make predictions.

"There has been little change in the number of blue clerics this year, no weather problems, no major plagues, etc. Therefore, God's grace should be as great as last year's."

I blinked my eyes several times at the words of the Chief Cleric, who should have little to no exit from the temple. I get some rumours and information from the Guilberta Chamber of Commerce along with my family and logistics going to the market, but the temple chief should never have even left the city.

"Regardless of the weather, how do I know, such as the plague conditions in the countryside? Chief Cleric never goes out of town, does he?

"... I have my handover. I don't go to Lower Town, but I go to Noble Town."

For me the city is a lower town with a home, but for the chief cleric the city is an aristocratic city. I figured out the source, and I see, I nodded. This is totally prejudicial, but there seems to be some very shady information war between the nobles.

"Mine, say the winter support for the orphanage, but did you have a purpose?

"Yes, through Mr. Benno, we are going to have the tools and ingredients ready. It's winter support for us, so we're going to ask the Grey Cleric, as well as the kids, to help us."

"... are the children pre-christening toddlers?

The Chief Cleric looks out for you as if you were surprised. A nobleman who has no movement of his own with regard to his surroundings, the concept of working a small child does not seem to exist in a clergyman who does not let a pre-baptism child out of an orphanage.

But that custom doesn't work in front of poverty. In the orphanage where "the unworkable do not eat" has permeated, the eating boys help us to fight ahead, and the young children, whom God's grace comes around at the end, have not lost.

"Yes, it's normal in Lower Town, and I can help as young as I can.... I sleep every year, so I'm not much of a fighter."

"What else?"

Don't say what I understand, the chief cleric nodded.

"So, the pork processing itself is done in the countryside, but then I plan to make glue (wrinkles) and make candles out of cow fat, so I think the smell is terrible. Even though you're in an orphanage, it's not good to smell bad in the temple, is it?

When I asked him how the fearful clergyman was, the clergyman made a slightly more difficult face and exhaled.

"The blue cleric sounds loud coming from the orphanage."

"... I knew you were right"

Both glue making and candle making will be very difficult to smell, so I plan to do it outside Mine Workshop. The aristocratic area and the orphanage are a little far apart, but the stench can't be unnoticed. If there's nothing I can do, I plan to do it in that warehouse mine workshop, but it's small over there, so I can't get people in, and it's hard to move tools. Hopefully, I want to make it in an orphanage.

"But... yeah"

The clergyman, who had thought a little about it, looks up at me.

"For the harvest festival for the next ten days or so, the blue cleric will almost pay out and be absent, so he'll manage to smell somewhat bad. After that, you'd better think you can't do it in the temple."

I don't know if I can end the pork processing during the harvest festival without the blue clerics. I'm not ready for pigs or tools. However, if you talk to Benno about this, there is a chance that we can work it out.

"Okay. I'll talk to Master Benno."

When I clenched my fist in the slightest but visible hope, the chief clergyman opened his eyes and scratched his forehead up.

"... Mine, all that numbers of winter support, but no financial problems?

"Everyone in the orphanage will spend the money they earn at Mine Workshop, so it's okay."

"... unless you personally bear it in full. Nevertheless, I really don't know that orphans will be able to bribe their lives with their own hands."

"Only with God's grace, though"

To the exclamation of the chief clergyman I showed him with my shoulders flaunted. Without God's grace, there would be no income in the Mine Workshop just to support everyone's lives. As a matter of fact, Mine Workshop is a black workshop that lets children labor at fairly low wages.

"Still, I thought the winter in the orphanage would be quite harsh. It was good news for me."

Rarely did the chief cleric loosen his expression and praise him. Exhale relief that what I did for the orphanage was not in vain.

"The winter support of the orphanage is fine if it ends in about ten days. Rather, it is your winter support that must be viewed as a problem."

"My winter support, is it?

To the word of the chief priest I leaned my neck. My winter support shall be at home. If I say more, they usually treat me like I'm in the way, so my family does. My mother is pregnant this year, and I'm a little older, and this is the year I'm going to stick around to help. But I don't think the Chief Cleric would worry about that.

"Although my winter support is at home?

"I can't do that."

The chief clergyman looked to me, narrowing his eyes, so that he might ride himself out a little.

"In winter there is a ritual of devotion. You know this, don't you?

"Yes."

It's one of those rituals taught by Fran and the clergyman. It is a ritual in which magic can be cast into the divine apparatus, which I am told must attend.

May your life sprout the next spring and grow safely, magically into all the divine objects that are in the temple, and fill them up. If you don't fill your magic here, they're running out of magic to give to the countryside during the Spring Prayer Ceremony, which affects your harvest.

"The service ceremony is a ritual that requires a great deal of magic, so you must definitely participate. Yet the snowstorm is troublesome enough not to make it to the temple. Therefore, during the winter months, be caged in the temple."

"If it snows and you don't seem to know when I will come the next time, I know that the ritual of service may be affected. But then my family is so worried. Winter really does get a lot of heat..."

For the rite of service it is no exaggeration to say that I am recognised as a blue witch, so I can understand the word of the chief clergyman, but then I shall have trouble. What the hell would my family say?

"I'm also going to know what my family has to say. So I give permission for a family member who worries about you to come in and out of your room to see how you are. That's the biggest concession from here. Don't miss the winter shift in your room with that intent."

The Chief Cleric makes it easy to say, "Don't be lazy," but it's not easy to fix winter support. Though it would be in the form of putting it up for the orphanage and preparing it, for the unexpected expenses, I left the clergyman's room in a bluish manner.

... ooh! My winter support is harder than an orphanage!

As I returned to my room, as I stood inside, Rosina glanced at me with a worried slightly lowered brow butt.

"Dear Mine, your face color is not excellent..."

"It's okay, Rosina. Because I'm just a little upset. Fran, the sheriff told me earlier that I have to live in the temple during the winter."

After laughing and answering Rosina, who worries me, I bring Fran the story of winter support. Fran nodded slowly at the word of the chief cleric.

"It will be difficult for Master Mine to pass because there is a ritual of service"

"... my share of winter support was completely unexpected, but what do I need?

"As far as firewood and food are concerned, we assume it as our share of winter support, so even with more of Master Mine's share, it doesn't seem that problematic. We'll figure it out by adding a little bit more to everything."

"Yeah, that's good."

I exhaled lightly in relief, being told it was not a major problem. Still, I don't know how much more I would spend if I didn't calculate it properly.

"... Rosina, I'm sorry, will you go to the workshop and get Lutz?

"Yes, sir."

As for my room, I will continue to talk about winter support while I ask Delia to make tea. Think about what you have to prepare for your life, what you have to prepare for your handiwork, what you need for your winter specialty Paru picking, and whether I have anything else I need, I will write it on the calligraphy board.

Ask Fran to go ask the cook what he plans to do and ask him if he can live in it during the winter.

While doing that, Rosina and Lutz came back from the workshop.

"Mine, Rosina's here to call, is something wrong?

"Hey, Lutz. Because I've never been involved, I have no idea, but do you think pork processing can be done within ten days?

When I spoke to the clergyman about the planned pork processing, Lutz shouted in his face as he roared.

"Isn't that just too steep? I don't know if I can rent a smoked cabin."

"I think I'm too hasty, but I was told that only at this time would the blue cleric be away for a period of time. If there's nothing I can do, I'll make glue at the warehouse, but it's small over there, and it's hard to carry the tools again, right?

It's too hard to work in a warehouse about six tatami in size. Lutz thought of the situation, carved a wrinkle over his nose, and roared, Mmm.

"... ok. I'll go to the store now and ask my husband. If you're deciding to do it in the warehouse if you can't, I think you'll make it rural enough to see if you can. Oh, give Fran a lift to the store."

"Thanks. Please, Lutz"

As Rutz turned himself over and ran to the Guilberta Chamber of Commerce, I looked down at the calligraphy board and began to write down again what was needed for the winter discipline.

When I get more for one person, the amount increases considerably. Considering it's food for a few months, I can't fool around with one kid.

... Not good. I may not have enough money. We have to hurry up and make Cinderella.

"Master Mine needs new clothes too."

"It's okay, Delia. I'm going to go buy it tomorrow. Because I thought I needed winter food for my sidekicks and orphans.... um, if we're going to buy some for the orphanage kids, should we take the sidekicks with us for tomorrow's shopping?

"Well!"

It was Delia who raised her bounced voice. He's very interested in shopping, new clothes. Rosina, contrary to Delia, makes a slightly unfloating face. I'm sure he wants to leave a message and play fesh peel rather than go out. Rosina shook her head quietly.

"... the orphans have God's grace. If you're not going out there, I know you don't have to.

Sure, I've managed with God's grace before, so I might be fine for being in the temple. But in the sunshine of winter, we have to have Paru picked up.

"Alas, there are days when the kids have to go to the winter woods. I need a hat and gloves."

There are a large number of people who have become accustomed to the woods because of this, so we need to use it well. Especially this year my mother is pregnant and can't go to the winter forest. By having Touri lead the kids, we're going to make sure that our share of Paru is also secured.

... abuse of authority? Whatever they say, I'm not going to miss the precious winter sweetness.

Cold protection will be mandatory for this purpose. Then I also need a sleigh to get my stuff on. I want both an iron plate and a hella to bake Paru cake.

I keep my memorabilia on the calligraphy board one after the other. If you calculate the amount of that expense, it's not enough in my hands right now.

"Dear Mine, I've been asking the cook. Ella says if you have a room, you can live in it."

"Well, that helps."

Negotiations through Fran led Ella to cook meals while they were closed to snow, with children from the orphanage interested in cooking as assistants.

"Rosina, ask Vilma, who deserves an assistant, who makes soup in the orphanage. Then, Fran. Lutz went back to the store first. Can you walk me to the store?

"Yes, sir."

Rosina and Fran replied in solidarity.

If Delia thought she looked softly restless, she seemed to be waiting for this story to end. Unbanding and letting her take off her blue clothes, she lays down one question after another.

"So, Master Mine. Where are you going shopping? Do you buy my winter clothes, too? Do you choose Master Mine's winter clothes? How much do you buy?

"... Delia's too excited. You may not be able to sleep tonight."

When I smiled unexpectedly, which was being pushed by Delia's momentum, Delia assured me, leaving her eyes sparkling.

"Me too! Isn't it natural to be excited! I'm shopping!

"Delia, if you don't finish calling Master Mine back soon, Fran will be waiting downstairs."

Rosina grinned softly, pointing out that her hands were stopping, Delia rushed to finish dressing.

"See you tomorrow. Let's go buy some winter clothes. If you don't like Vilma, I'd like you to come to the Gilberta Chamber of Commerce on the bell of 3, in a service other than Vilma."

Speaking of her plans for tomorrow as she went down the stairs about the leading Delia, Delia opened the door with a full smile and looked back.

"Three bells, right? Yes, I did. Well, welcome aboard, Master Mine. We look forward to your return soon."

"You must be away."

Fran and I laugh with delia's excitement, discussing with Fran what he wrote on the bookboard, while Fran walks through the city at dusk with a chill chill feeling.

"Tell Fran, Gil, five children's scriptures in the workshop. Could you tell the Gilberta Chamber of Commerce to bring it tomorrow?

"... I don't mind that, but why not?

He leans his neck as Fran blinks his eyes, knowing that I will make it into a textbook. You should tell Fran that you're partitioning everything in the room.

"I don't have any money to sell."

"... what?

"The Chief Cleric told me to do the winter support briefly, but my winter support was completely unexpected. I have to order from Master Benno quickly, but I don't have enough days to make the second part of the picture book, and neither paper nor ink can sell it if I think about making the picture book from now on... it's a real situation."

Fran glanced lightly at my blah blah. It solidifies to say I don't know what to do, opening and closing my mouth small. Fran shook her head pretentiously as she looked up thinking that the trick in the event of confusion was similar to the chief cleric's processing drop.

"Oh, you know, Master Mine. Are you all right? Well, I don't have any money.... I don't really understand what the situation is that I don't have the money, but it makes me unable to shop... right?

Growing up in an orphanage, serving a rich aristocratic clergyman who could hold as many as five books to the temple, Fran said he had never suffered from a golden disease.

For the first time since you have come to serve me, you say that you know that you do not get everything you want, that you have to endure even in the Lord without money, and that you do not get money if you do not earn it.

"It's okay, Fran. Calm down, because I'll make and sell Cinderella as soon as possible, and I'm confident I can take it back by hand in the winter. I just don't feel comfortable holding it right now. Delia is so happy. Don't let the other children know about the lack of money, but please mislead me appropriately in the way that Master Benno said he really wanted me to sell the picture books because they were well made. It would be pathetic if you didn't enjoy shopping, wouldn't it?

"... Yes, sir."

By the time I finished my confidential conversation with Fran, I could see the Guilberta Chamber of Commerce. I see a figure in front of the store. Find this one, the shadow waving was Lutz.

"Sorry to keep you waiting, Lutz"

"Well, let's go home."

"Thank you, Fran. The sun is leaning a little faster, so Fran needs to go back to the temple. Say hello tomorrow."

Fran nodded with a complicated grin at my words, his hands crossed in front of his chest, and when he gently folded his hips and thanked him, he turned back his heels curly.

I go home with you, listening to the results of my discussions with Benno from Lutz.

"My husband told me that I would negotiate with the countryside for once. I knew it depended on the plans for the smoked cabin."

"Oh well. I hope the blue cleric is done making glue by the time he returns..."

I wondered if it was all right, and when I sighed, Rutz shrugged his shoulders like he was frightened.

"Mine, worry about whether you can process pork more than glue. The orphanage guys, they're just first-time guys, right? The store's winter schedule will be further ahead, so even if we can process pork this time, we have very little experience to help, right? My husband told me to ask for a dispatch from the butcher, but I'll follow him when I don't have any more experience?

I would have planned to do this jointly with the Gilberta Chamber of Commerce winter support, but I will be doing winter support on my own because I will be making this appointment much faster. That would reduce the number of experienced people by a lot. I don't know what to do, I probably don't think a beginner who sees a pig for the first time can help.

"... I'm going to ask my father and Touri to do it for once, but I don't know when yet. I can't ask you to."

My mother excludes me because I'm pregnant and I seem to have a hard time, but if possible, I want my father and Touri to help me. But even though the day hasn't set, I can't bring the story with me.

"Well, you are.... than that, you, you okay?

"What?

"Uncle Gunter, aren't you angry to cage in the temple during the winter?

"... yeah, maybe. I just have to convince you."

Yes, it's been a long time since we had dinner today. It's visible that my family is worried and angry, so my stomach is going to be clear from now on.

"But dedication is Mine's job. I don't think Mine should leave the temple either. I don't know what to say, but I think your room in the temple is definitely warmer than the house, harder to catch a cold, and Fran is getting to know quite a bit about your health."

"Thanks, Lutz. Let me use Rutz's words as a negotiating material.... I trust my family more than my words."

Good luck, Lutz and I broke up in the well square, and I went up the stairs with myself.

"So, Mine. What's the story?

After the meal, as soon as I cut out, "I need to talk to you," my family's complexion changed in unison. Deadline for life, temple entry, invitation from the temple... even if you don't think about it, my story is all bad for your heart. There is no reason to be alarmed.

"Uh, well, actually... the clergyman told me today. During the winter months, there are important rituals, so it is difficult if you can't come with a snowstorm. When it started snowing, he said to cage it in the temple."

"What do you mean!? I thought you said Mine was coming through!

Advice, my father slammed the table and raged. Tulli and my mother all nod.

"Yeah, that's true, but the ritual of winter devotion is important. It's a ritual where magic can be used in artifacts, and if there's no magic accumulated here, it affects the harvest for the next year. If the crop stops growing, a lot of people are in trouble, right?

"A temple, was that what you were doing?

I nodded slowly at Tulli's words full of surprises. I had no idea what the temple was doing until I became a witch apprentice. Temple officials basically don't come down to the lower town, so unless it's a baptism, mitzvah, festival, etc., they don't even see it. The temple's reputation is not so high in the city as the temple's work is never told.

"Sure, that may be important too, but your health is more important. I don't like letting Mine cage in the temple alone. I don't know when I'm gonna die."

"Lutz said that Fran was starting to see my health. Besides, it's okay for my family to come and see what's going on. That's the biggest concession, the chief cleric said."

My father bites his back teeth off with gibberish. I know the importance of divinity and the concession of the Chief Cleric, but I know it so well that I feel painfully uncomfortable not wanting to allow it.

"What does Mine want to do?

That's what I've been asking as my mother strokes her stomach to calm herself down slowly.

I have already replied to the Chief Cleric, and I have asked various people to cooperate in preparing for the winter support. The answer is one.

"... caged in the temple. Because that's what I do."

"Mine!"

I shook my head slowly in the fury of my father.

"Dad, I'm the director of the orphanage, so I have to take care of the orphanage. Besides, I was allowed into the temple because I needed magic, right? So you're allowed blue clothes, and you don't have to work hard."

My father was stuck in words all the time, holding his fist tight. Swallow the words you want to say and close your tight eyes.

"The Chief Cleric put in as many opinions over here as he could, and he protected them. Then I have to get out of the ritual where I need magic. By devoting your magic, your life expectancy is definitely prolonged, and the fever of eating almost eliminates you from falling, right? It's for me, isn't it?

Without magic equipment, it's about time you were dead. By devoting my magic to the Divine Fixtures in the Temple, I am able to live.

"Mine, what do you do if you get sick?

"For once, there's a bed in the room, there's side service, and they won't leave you alone. I'd like you to tell me what to do when you fall from a fever from Thuri."

"That bed over there, it looks good to be fuzzy," muttered Tulli, who had been in the room before.

"Then my mother will go and teach. If Mine is going to take care of him during the winter, he has to say hello..."

"Mom can't move now, can she? Don't ever just push it."

"I can move. Pregnancy is not a disease. Something that's getting a little better."

That's what my mother said, and when she gets a little better, she decides to see what's going on in the temple room and say hello to the side service. I, the one in charge, was willing to cage, and my mother began to move in a following attitude, assuming that I would also cage.

The decision on the part of the temple, which is aristocratic, cannot now be overshadowed. My father exhaled heavily as he scratched his head with Gashigashi.

"... it's good for your family to go, huh?

"Yeah, come see me because I miss you"

"I'm going to be a sewing class teacher, and I'm going to go to the orphanage for a little while during the winter to remember my letters, so I'm going to go check on Mine."

When Tulli said so with Nico laughing, his father looked at me with a bumpy look on his face in opposition.

"How can Mine just rely on Touri? Rely on your father a little more."

"Huh? Huh?

For the sake of my father, whom I want to be relied upon, I hurry to find work.

"So, Dad can help me teach you winter handiwork in the orphanage? I cut wooden boards and carve grooves, because Lutz alone is tough."

"All right, leave it to me. Anything else?

Not in the main position, but when I asked my clever father at hand for a woodworking class teacher, he laughed nigga and took it on. If you can count on me, if you say you can help me, there's a lot I want you to do.

"Then again, I haven't set a clear date yet, and I want you to help me process pork in the orphanage. Because the orphanage has no experience, and this processed product will be my winter food."

"That's tough. Have your job changed or adjusted when the day is set"

"Later, I want you to tell me exactly what you need for winter support. I'm feverish, and I'm not satisfied with the winter support of the house, am I?... I don't know what kind of shortage there is in the room."

After that, the family started spouting about what they each needed for winter support and what they had to inspect.

The majority guided my body, and I wrote it all down with a bitter smile.