Ascendance of a Bookworm

As I ran up to the sky and looked up at the smaller knights, I heard hun and snort laughing from behind to fool around.

"That was a meaningless blessing. What a stupid thing to do."

"Sikikoza, what are you talking about!?

I keep my helmet on, so I'm not sure the difference, but it's Shikikoza who's royal, and it would be Darmuel who's trying to hold me down. From the feel of our voices, we both still feel young. You've just grown up, or maybe you haven't.

"But don't you? Even though, in a situation where there is less magic and less than enough, isn't it stupid to use your powers to bless the Knights? Nothing but foolishness."

And Shikikoza pointed to me, so that he might give up the hand of Darmuel.

"Sure, the Knights won't lose to Trombe or anything without blessings, but isn't it a big difference without the protection of Angleaf, the god of martial arts? This time it's a small number of people."

I was listening to both of them with cold sweats. That was just a wish to pray for the good luck of the clergy chiefs fighting giant trombes, and if they chose and uttered words that weren't weird to say in front of nobility, they'd just be blessed on their own.

It was I who was suddenly amazed by the light overflowing from the ring. If I hadn't borrowed the ring from the chief cleric, it would not have been a blessing. It's a coincidence.

... Perhaps the Chief Cleric was surprised, too.

Shikikoza says his magic is wasted, but he hastily stopped it because he noticed that the stone of the ring was sucking his magic on him, so he hasn't released so much. Just a little bit. So I don't think there's anything wrong with this later ritual.

"If you've made me uncomfortable, I'm sorry. I'll be careful."

The Knights are nobles. Keep the objection in mind, and I immediately put in an apology so that it would not be a hassle. The one thing that came back was the snort, hun, but if this is the end of the story, fine.

"You don't have to worry about what Sikikoza says. For a small number of people, I appreciate your blessings on the magic ride.... Look, look. Here we go."

Darmuel pointed to the sky as he told me to be careful. At Darmuel's fingertips you can see the Knights swirling through the sky from among the trees.

I turned my eyes to the Knights, trying to stretch out a little, to see how the hell I could defeat a trombe-like compound.

――

On the sky, Kuwon and some sort of ordinance-like voice sounded. I could only tell that you were screaming something, but at the same time as the decree, everyone holds a weapon that glows black as darkness.

"What is that? Fran, do you understand?

"No, unfortunately I've never seen it this close either, so I don't know"

Originally, it seems that two clerics who can assist in a magical sense with the ritual as the main thing with the divine instruments will ride the knight to the scene. Fran said the side service would not accompany the request from the Knights.

The members who go to this request are composed of me, the clergyman, who carries out magical aids after crusading the trombes, Arnault, who manages the precious sacred objects, and Fran, who carries out my physical control.

Apparently, two sidekicks were to accompany him, considering that the chief clergyman would fight with the Knights, that I could not have them on the move and on standby while I was about twice my height, and that Fran had the role of watching over me not to get sick.

"Witch Apprentice, that is the weapon that gave the protection of the Dark God. If you attack with magic, you can take twice as much magic. Trombe crusades are essential."

I wasn't expecting the nobility to bother explaining it, so I looked up to Darmuel, covered in whole body metal, a little surprised. You can only see the mouth from the gap in your helmet, but you can't see how you are avoiding me, a civilian.

"Few can see the battle of knights with their eyes. You should take a good look."

"Thank you, I know."

"At first, we're going to sharpen the momentum with arrows. Look, that blue cloak is Master Ferdinand."

At the tip of Darmuel's finger was the figure of a knight squeezing his bow while straddling the lion. Pulling a bow while riding looks similar to a flushing horse. The colour of the cloak flickering with the wind above is blue.

... It's the Chief Cleric! Wow! Come on!

You can't speak up, I support you hard in my heart.

Too far away to see the strings, but with the movement of the arms and the black arrows popping out, I could see the Chief Cleric releasing the arrows.

An arrow away from Hum and the bow pours like rain on a giant trombe as it splits into black, thin arrows in the air. Where the arrow hit me, it glowed small, bong! Bong! and there was a small explosion.

But what's wrong with this degree of attack, the giant trombe is raging branches unchanged.

"It takes a lot of magic to split the arrows you fired. Wouldn't it be amazing how many times you could shoot that, Master Ferdinand?

Dermuel seems to have a great deal of respect for the Chief Cleric. You say that like you're good at it, and you tell me what's amazing about the chief cleric.

Knowing better, Darmuel sighed lightly when I was impressed.

"I wish I could get back to the Knights soon..."

Hearing the polarity and the zero words, I blinked my eyes several times. Have you noticed me looking up, Darmuel shrugs after an awkward silence.

"... this is an out-of-mouth law"

"Yes, I did. in extraoral law."

I heard you weren't originally raised in the temple, but what a clergyman he was in the Knights. It makes sense that Calstead and I are having conversations like we know each other, and we have the same kind of armor. I never imagined I was in the Knights because I was skinny, nervous and suitable for clerical work, but I'm not very uncomfortable seeing you fight now.

... I can't believe that both civilian martial artists are master aristocrats who can do this, Chief Cleric, seriously omnipotent.

I want you to divide your abilities a little bit. With that in mind I looked up to the Chief Cleric. With the blue cloak hanging, the clergyman is descending arrows toward the trombes one after the other.

"That's working. Can you see the trombe going black?

Darmuel was right, I could see a small black dot attached to the trombe from the hit of the arrows released one after the other by the Chief Cleric. The tiny black dots that look like stains increase with every downpouring arrow hit.

"I can see it.... Ah, the branches."

As if rotting from that black part, the branch of Trombe, which was swinging vigorously with Brumbourne, broke boggly, and the broken tip fell Dosun. The fallen branches glow and disappear.

Huge trombes are still trying to stretch their energetic branches to the fullest and knock the knights running around the air down somehow, but they don't hit the knights who flee freely. Conversely, the knights have been shot, paid, poked, and blackened from there by branches with black halberts like axes, spears and spears combined.

When I realized how many branches had fallen, the growth of the crater in Trombe had stopped.

As the number of branches swung diminishes, they trickle down the attack of the branches, and now the Knights attack directly on the trunk of the trombe. Much bigger trunk, but more black spots everywhere. I know very well that every time I get attacked, Trombe loses his energy.

"Don't be long."

Dermuel shrugged so with his eyes slightly narrowed.

I wondered what would happen temporarily to the danger of a giant trombe, but unexpectedly a piece would follow me quickly, and I stroke my chest down softly.

"I wondered what the hell would happen to me to fight such a monster, but I was relieved that there seemed to be little damage here"

"It's every year, so no matter how small the number, there's nothing like losing. It seemed easier to pay for the branches, especially since Master Ferdinand was here this time."

Without a clergyman who can make you wave tons of arrows in a row. So, they're completely different in efficiency. With fewer arrows to shoot, I can hardly make them weak and say there are a few knights who are busted by the branches of the trombe every time.

And the witch apprentice blessed her.

"If I could help, I'd be happy to know."

I keep my helmet on, so I don't know the expression, but Darmuel's voice is sweet. As I laughed and looked up at Nicole, I heard an abominable tongue pounding from behind. Looking back, it was another armor ahead.

"Darmuel, what are you accustomed to doing with civilians? You don't know? That's civilians. For the sake of the people, he is a fool who thought of putting together blue clothes that are only allowed to the nobles. What the hell does Master Ferdinand think of giving a blue coat to civilian flair, even though it's because of how much less nobility"

"Shikikoza, what the hell..."

From the voice of Darmuel as upset as he was, he can see that he did not know that I was a civilian. He explained it gently, I guess, because he was a blue witch apprentice.

Is it not known among the nobles that I am a civilian, even though I am naturally known within the temple?

From Shikikoza, which scatters malice, and from Darmuel, I take my distance softly. I do not know what attitude a nobleman would take when he found out I was a civilian. If it's like the time of the Temple Commander, it's a pain in the ass.

"Don't say the right thing."

"It's true. The fold of the star knot ritual, the temple chief who was at home was mourning. When the order of the temple goes crazy for just one civilian,"

... Are you the killer, Chief Temple!

The temple did not face each other at all, and was driven to the corner of his memory because nothing had been done in particular, but the temple chief seemed to be drooling with stupidity at the nobles.

Bad. I think it's a very bad situation.

No objection can be allowed where I wanted to argue more than I am a civilian, and the temple chief must be inflating or somewhat distorting the story to my convenience.

This kind of malicious rumor can be a very nasty enemy when you have to act with a knighthood made up of nobles.

Say something, civilians.

……

I don't know what to say, even if they tell me to say something. Because if you say bad things to a nobleman, you don't know what you're going to do on the spot.

However, he seemed to be touching Shikikoza's inquiry even if he was just holding his mouth, and niggling and emotionally distorted mouth could be seen from the gap in his helmet.

"What, without Master Ferdinand, can't you even move that bushy mouth?

"Please stop, Shikikoza! She is eligible for escort!

Until the end of my role, my identity is irrelevant, and Darmuel shelters me from Shikikoza.

But that seems to have turned out to be the result of oiling Sikikoza's anger.

"Shut up, Darmuel! Give me your identity! Don't give me orders!

Darmuel, who had eaten up his teeth for a long time, stepped aside. Sikikoza approaches one step at a time in the open vision. It's nothing but fear for a man wrapped in big metal armor to come near me making a gushing noise with malice.

... Scary.

My legs tremble and my teeth squeak smaller. I want to get away from the scene, but I can't move with my legs snapped.

You took a look at my fright, and with a cook laugh, Sikikoza shook up his hand, which was stiffened with metal, like a fist.

"Master Mine!

"Get out of my way!

Fran, who went in between to shelter me, was thrust with Don.

"Fran!"

When I tried to run over to Fran unexpectedly, Shikikoza grabbed my hair gasp. I hear a bee and some hair coming out, and my side head snaps.

"No!"

"Master Mine!

Arnault speaks harshly to Fran, who woke up physically in a quick move.

"Fran, don't move! The Lord is reprimanding you for your actions. Don't make things any worse."

That's what Arnault said and scolded Fran.

I smile like I can't help but have a delightful sikikoza that I saw Fran bite her lips with regret. Grabbed my hair and pulled it abusively.

"Let me tell you something, civilian. At times like this, you apologize for your disrespect."

You can't let me run wild when Fran is biting his lips and putting up with him. Don't argue with the aristocratic opponent, I apologize first.

"... My side of the service has been very rude"

But the apology also seems to have crippled Shikikoza's mind again. And I was thrust with Don, and I put my buttocks on. My butt hurts, and my head is sore, but I just have to think it's better if I just let it go.

"What, those busty eyes!? Shall I make up my mind?

Sikikoza yelled so, putting her hand on the stone of her left armor, she took out the pale glowing tact. As Sikikoza whines "Messer" as she twirls the tact, the tact, which was like an elongated stick, reshapes into a smaller knife.

The tip of a sharp, pointy blade glowed.

Gokuri and throat rang at the blade being poked at me. A cold sweat runs through my back, beating my heart so fast that it's unnatural. With my hips falling out of fear and my inability to stand up, I gaze at the glimmer of the blade.

"Sikikoza, you can't do that! Isn't she an escort and a witch apprentice performing rituals!

Seeing the weapon taken out, Darmuel reached out to Shikikoza as he panicked, but Shikikoza shook off Darmuel's advice and arms and shook up his knife.

"Shut up! There will be no obstacle to the ritual, even if you are blind!

I glance at the knife about to be swung down against me, so that I may hold my head with my buttocks on, and nod like a turtle.

"That's how it suits civilians to be small and round, fearing and respecting the nobility!

In a gnarly closed sight, beyond the fury of Sikikoza, there was the sound of a bassari and feathers slamming the sky.

Looking up, I see a blue cloak over the sky, beyond the armor that shook the knife.

"Chief Cleric!

When I found the guardian who was going to do something about Sikikoza, I immediately stood up for help.

It seemed just at the same time that I stood up and Shikikoza rushed to pull the knife into the word "clergyman," and a hot pain ran over the back of my left hand, which had my head.

"Wanna!?

"Don't get up all of a sudden, you fool!

Hands down from my head, I could see at a glance that it seemed to have cut well and that the wound was deep. It's going to take some time before the blood stops.

I know that complaining to nobility will silence me, so at least roll my sleeves so that my ritual costume doesn't get dirty. I stretched my left arm straight out and held my left sleeve down with my right hand.

"Dear Mine, I need a cloth now..."

Stick your hand into a bag like the West Porch where Fran was sitting on his hips like a hack. They're ready when you get hurt. Our side service is really excellent.

"Thank you, Fran."

Blood flowing out of a straight, puffy open wound drips toward the wrist and falls pounding. As soon as the red blood stained the ground, the bogo-bogo and the ground swung.

"... Huh?

Whatever it is, even as I look down, I make a potpout and a noise, and the blood drips down. When I wondered if the ground had moved to foam, a number of trombe sprouts appeared between blinking with Poco, Poco, Poco.

"Wah!?

The trombe sprouted from where my blood fell stretches out at a much faster rate of growth than the trombe I know and winds up on my feet.

"Hih! Do it!

I rush to shake my legs and try to shake off the trombe, but the trombe comes wrapped around my legs like a fast growing morning face stem. Faster than removing one stem, many stems stretched and tangled up in my ankle making me unable to move.

Thrombe seems to be becoming more and more activated by the blood dripping from my hands during that time, sprouting one after the other around me.

"Ko, this isn't my fault! I'm sorry you got up all of a sudden!

Saying so as haphazardly, Sikikoza takes a distance from me as she cuts the trombe with the knife she had in her hand.

"I hate it!"

Trombe stretches from ankle to knee and from knee to thigh. Green buds grow and white stems roll up. As it grew, the color of the roots gradually faded to brown and began to show the color of the tree.

Little by little, but the stalks that wind up thick, their commandments tighten, and new buds stretch out to capture me again.

"Master Mine!

Fran, who does not have a blade, tries to pull off the trombe with his bare hands, but the slightly grown branches cannot be pulled off with his bare hands.

"Witch Apprentice!

Darmuel took the glowing tact out of his left hand. Give it magic, whine "Messer," and deform it into the shape of a knife.

In the meantime also the branch of Trombe grows and wraps itself around me in twelve dozen ways.

"Wait till you grant the protection of the Dark God."

Darmuel began to complain of prayer. That is very similar to the prayer complaint I offer in the ritual. It's a prayer complaint that honors God and hopes for protection. I mean, long enough to need to practice to memorize.

I just think about how much trombes grow while I pray, and I shudder.

... Scary!

My teeth squeak.

The figure of Oki, who fell into a crater of giant trombes and was sucked alive by the roots and decayed, passed behind his brain.

... Scary! Scary!

Tears come to me in fear of being tangled up in a trombe. Waving and trying to get rid of the trombes, it's the end of the day when the blood starts to sprout from where it flew to the next.

... Scary! Scary! Scary!

The stem that was wrapped around my thigh quickly stretches from my hips to my stomach.

Driven by fear that I could neither move, I asked aloud for help.

"Lutz! Lutz! Lutz! Help!