Ascendance of a Bookworm

I'm Ferdinand.

What I'm going to do is not very pleasant. But for this city, for the country, we only have to see if Mine is a disastrous harmful being or a beneficial being that benefits.

I look down at Mine, who has fallen into a deep sleep with drugs and magic equipment. Cuttlefish and snails fell out of the powerless hands.

Pick it up and watch. Mine is the only one who ties his hair with a wooden stick that just shredded. I thought it was something that everyone would do if they were civilians, but no one is putting their hair together like mine by simply plugging it into tied hair with hair decorations that I started to see at the recent baptism ceremony.

Strange kid.

It's like you're already highly educated. There's absolutely not enough thought circuits, their crumbs, their thoughts and attention. It doesn't exist no matter how you look, Melville Dewey, that idea of knowing a decimal classification table that doesn't exist anywhere in this country and inventing what you want one after another.

He rebuilt the orphanage, gave the children jobs and instead fed them. I loved the book so much, I even made a child-friendly scripture.

Mine is an unusual child, no matter what you think. Even a strictly educated aristocrat, that child, would not be able to do any of what Mine did. It's not something a toddler can do after a baptism ceremony.

He was originally an unusual child, but he has never been heading in the wrong direction, so the lord could not lend me this magic apparatus just because it is bizarre.

But Mine showed incredible magic in his healing ritual the other day. It can't be normal eating to fill that wide swamp of wasteland with magic in no time.

Honestly, it was magical enough to surpass the Lords as of now. If you grow up, you don't know how far magic stretches.

It can only be a spark of contention between nobles, as everyone tries to take in, such as the daughter of a civilian who is terribly rich in magic and can make a lot of money from invention. It is only a matter of time before the aristocracy of the territory of the margin is known, although by declaring to put it under my asylum it would be possible to defend it to some extent in this city.

That way, I don't know if I can protect you. And I can't make it clear at the moment whether it's worth protecting that much.

That's why this time, the lord said, use this magic tool. Exploring memories and seeing the "world of dreams" Mine spoke of, exploring Mine's value and making harmless decisions.

"I wish I could at least find it harmless..."

If the offender is the opponent, it's easy because he just checks out of his memory to see if he really committed the crime, but in Mine's case, he has to find out from his memory how much it's worth and if it's harmful to us. It seems very difficult to make a decision.

"... most importantly, they will be neglected"

Use your magic equipment to peek into your memory. After that, you will be alert, and you will no longer come to your side. In an aristocratic society where emotions must be concealed and careful attention must be paid to words and deeds so that no fried feet are taken, there is no such thing as a thought circuit on the face as Mine.

Mine was the only one who didn't even have to think about the back of the table, as he had to constantly think about how many associates he had with the temple chief and how trustworthy he could be. It was easy to have a presence that you didn't need to be alert to, even as you held your head to the fact that your emotions looked clear.

I've never known it before since I was going to lose it, but apparently I liked Mine unexpectedly enough myself.

I sighed lightly and took the magic equipment that remained on my desk. Put a ring with the same red demon stone as mine on your forehead.

I knelt beside Mine lying in the bench, matching the demonic stones on each other's foreheads with the kachili. Slowly pour in the magic and tone your consciousness.

Normally, you have different magic in you, so there's a rebellion, naturally. But there is no rebellion at all and no resistance to spilling magic into Mine. More and more my magic pours into Mine.

That in itself is very helpful given the purpose of this one, but why would I want to reprimand you for being a little self-defensive, irresistible and not accepting others?

In the mood to tongue, I spoke to Mine.

"Mine, can you hear me?

"Is that it? I hear the chief cleric. Where is it?

Mine's overwhelming voice made me lose power. Is there anything more, like this, frightening, reluctant, frightening?

"Now I'm putting my consciousness in tune. Your magic power was too much more than I expected. I must decide whether or not you, educated in the world of dreams and knowing the world of dreams, are harmful people in this land. I'm sorry, but I'm going to peek into your memory."

"Ha, I get it. Fine."

I felt distracted by the response I returned lightly. I need to peek into my memory. Why doesn't Mine show any resistance when this one is in shape?

"I'm going to peek into your memory, but are you sure it's good? Doesn't feel very good, does it?

"That's, well, yes... Because it's not the kind of thing you can talk about and understand. If you could look at it, wouldn't that be the quickest thing to do? It's better than being disposed of with innocent sins, claims and assumptions."

Even though the chief cleric can do that, he'll bother to use his magic equipment to judge you, Mayne said. To me in tune, I can see that Mine really thinks so.

Should I say clean or should I be a little suspicious and scolded...... Though it was concluded that Mine would be the latter, the sermon seems to be better left behind. I want the tone to end as soon as possible, which seems so tiresome.

"So will you take me to the world of dreams you said before? If you think strongly of me, you can go there."

"Huh? Does that mean you can go where you want to go?

Why!? Mine is excited when he says he gets a peek into his memory. I can't help but feel like I bounced over here contagious.

Bad. I feel very bad. Will you be able to take Mine's reins running wild on me? If you don't stand strong, this one's going to drag you around.

"I'd be in trouble if you didn't show me what I want to see. First I want to see where your knowledge comes from."

"Leave it to me! Then I'll show you to my beloved library!

With the voice of a bright mine, I stood in front of a stranger large building. I wanted to know how tall the hell the building is, but with Mine and sight alike, I have a limited range to see Mine having to move his face.

The foot of the visible range is cobblestone and beautiful, the wind stroking the skin is gentle. Seeing where there is no dirt or foul odor, it is not a lower town. Is this an aristocratic town?

"Wow, I miss you!

Mine's voice sounds, his vision moves and moves into the building. Saying I miss this landscape, Mine's footsteps as they go inside without hesitation are as light as bouncing. I can be sure it's the world she knows.

Large glass doors, incredibly clear and uniform in thickness, made a slight noise with the wins and opened them, even though they did not touch them and did not pass through the magic.

"Mine, is there magic here too? Didn't the Mine Decimal Classification say that you don't know because there are no items about witchcraft?

"Ahhh... it's not magic, but it's an automatic door that's moving under another law, so I think we should think of it as something similar"

Mine world where there is no magic, but another law lives and there is something like magic. Where the hell am I?

"Mine, what country is this? At least it doesn't seem like a country I know of?

"I say Japan. I, before, lived here and died buried in a book. And when I realized it was mine."

"What?"

I don't understand what Mine is saying, but I'm not willing to hide anything, and the mood just stating the facts has been conveyed. Because I'm honest, it's my first experience that I don't understand.

"... buried in a book, dying?

I didn't understand the fact that I would die buried in a book. Before me I can't imagine enough books to be buried, I see a space filled with amazing bookshelves and books.

"... what is this place?

"This is my destination city library."

That was a library full of books as far as I could see. Even the library of the House of Lords doesn't have this many books. It was also possible that it could be buried.

"Is this... is this all a book?

"Yes, because it's a library. Oh, but lately there are some 'videos', 'CDs' and 'DVDs', and it's not just books, but it's basically books. Oh, happiness. Here it is, here it is! This is my paradise!

I can see Mine's heart is really occupied with just enough happiness to want to cry. Do you have a favorite place, Mine goes straight through the between the bookshelves with a quick leg.

This place called the library has a soft carpet on the floor that doesn't bother me at all with the footsteps. I'm going to be dazzled just to think about how much money this building is going to cost.

I see. If I remember living in a place like this and have ever wanted a book and a library from the bottom of my heart, I also know a little about finding a library in the temple and crying. Apparently, in this world, books are very much loved objects.

Mine was on his way to his feet, and when he did it at the edge of his sight, he saw people in crude clothes touching the book. In my common sense, there can be no such thing as a poor man touching a book.

"Mine, is that a lunatic? Is it okay for someone like that to touch a book?

"Madman? Who is he?

Mine's gaze looked around away from the aisle.

"Left. Adult female, yet exposed to knees. Even though the cloth is so unprepared poor, isn't the cloth dyeing the colors? Why don't we just stop dyeing it? It's too puzzling."

"Here, the skirt length of a woman has not been determined. I'm just wearing whatever clothes I want, so don't worry about it. Still, it's amazing, this dream. I also touch and smell."

Mine seemed to lose interest in the woman and immediately put his gaze back on the bookshelf. The sloppy line of books is the kind of paper cover book Mine was making, but its beauty and quantity are beyond my imagination.

Moving his gaze slowly from end to end of the bookshelf, Mine took out a book, hugged it, and began to smell it. Because of the tone, the smell of books and ink also jumps into my consciousness, forcing me to immerse myself in satisfaction. I want to stop being in tune already.

"Ugh."

I sat in a fuzzy chair with a floating mine at the end of my bookshelf and started reading books. It's not just a chair with a cloth on the board, the seating is terribly soft and comfortable. What the hell is this?

Nevertheless, there are only books, bookshelves and floors that show in sight. Although the open pages are in my eyes, that was a neat line of letters that I couldn't read. It's a line of letters that I don't think are in people's hands, but was this a book made in print that Mine was saying? It's black and white, just like the book Mine made.

"In your dream world, you don't have a picture on your book?

"Huh? Huh? What? Oh, shit. Chief Cleric."

When I spoke, Mine sounded surprised. Apparently he floated in the book, immersed himself, and completely forgot that I was in tune.

How can you, you idiot? I totally enjoy this world on the other hand, such as being peeked into my memories.

"Uh, it's a picture, isn't it?... If you want to see a picture, that's all some books have been collected. This is the Collection of Pictures, this is the Collection of Photos."

Mine took out a larger book lined with colorful paintings. What was there was amazingly colorful, amazingly detailed painting. Mine closed the book with Pathan as I looked at the beauty and was fascinated.

"Chief Cleric, can you read on?

"No, you can't. Is this some kind of children's picture book you were making?

"This is a" collection of paintings "of famous people, not for children. The children's corner is this way."

That's what I'm saying, Mine walks inside the library. Mine's library doesn't have books chained up, and he likes to take simple books with covers like Mine used to make. No man, no woman, no old man, no child, no man in splendid shape, no poor man in rubbed-off clothes.

"This is the picture book, it's the real Cinderella"

The story became even more incomprehensible when I thought about it in light of the stories and pictures Mine had brought before. There's no way there are people whose eyes make up the majority of their faces, not to mention the costumes and hairstyles painted.

No, wait. Maybe it exists in this world.

"... it's even more absurd to have a painting on it than when I only heard about you, but isn't the painting still colorful here? Put some color in your book, too."

"I'm hoping to get in.... but the ink is high. I'll try my best in the direction of making it though. Oh, I wish I could buy paint in my dreams."

At those moments, Mine moved to a place where strange objects lined up in shifts. Strange shaped objects with colors and letters are lined up on every shelf you can see.

"Oh, I came to the 'Painting Materials Store'. Sheriff, you can't take it home if you buy it in your dreams, can you?

"It would be impossible to decide, fool. What the fuck is this place?

"It's the 'painter' our mother used to go to. This is paint."

Make it a book, paint it, Mine's world seems to be full of stuff. I can only see it in this sight, but still fear the richness of culture.

"That's a lot of variety."

"Right. Compared to that city, you'll have everything. I prefer" bookstores "to" painters. "

The moment Mine said that, the place changed again. Mine isn't just acting, he's restless in his thoughts. No, you're restless in your thoughts, so you're restless in your actions too?

"What is this place?

It's a place where books are packed in bulk just like a library. However, unlike the library, the music sounded loud and the surroundings were such a dazzling place that I wanted to open my eyes.

"It's a store selling new books. Ugh," Check out the new issue "...... oh! I could only see it as long as I could remember!

I don't know. He screamed, and Mine let himself down. The emotional ups and downs are intense, and I'm tired of being in tune. Isn't it because of the intense emotional ups and downs that Mine often falls?

"Mine, why is it so bright in the building?

"Oh, that's because 'electricity' is on"

While Mine said so, he turned up. The bookshelf was interrupted and there was a small sun shining white and dazzling.

"By what law is that thing working?

"Uh, when I switch it on, it's on. Ah, I will skip the details because I don't think the chief priest, who doesn't have the basics, will know so that I don't understand the magic explanation."

That being said, Mine's vision was fixed on the bookshelf. If Mine hadn't looked around a little more, I wouldn't see anything but books. Mine doesn't try to look at you at all, even though you can hear the heterogeneity of this world from objects that appear at the edge of his sight outside of the book.

"Mine, it's time for me to see something other than the book"

"Huh? I'd like to see a book. Because I can't see myself dreaming of being able to enjoy five senses so clearly in real life."

Mine fills me with dissatisfaction. Really, everywhere, I only think about books. I never thought I'd peek into my memories and only see books so far. If you don't consciously show me the rest, I'm going to end up just looking at books in this world as it is.

"Mine, do you remember the purpose of having me have this dream?

"I'd like to forget about it already...... ha, what does the chief cleric want to see?

Mine sighed as it seemed extremely troublesome. Ask me what I wanted to see and what I personally cared most about.

"Right. I want to see where you got your education."

"School, right?"

The landscape changed in an instant.

In a room not so big, desks lined up neatly from end to end, written by those wearing the same clothes. On the small desk there was a book with incomprehensible letters and symbols and a thin, beautiful bunch of paper, in a metal box with pictures like none I had ever seen, with many colored sticks.

From time to time they raise their faces and move colored and patterned sticks like pens to write letters. At the end of his sight stands a man, making cutlets and noises on a large tablet, writing letters, explaining. Is that a teacher in this school building?

"So use this' cosine theorem '..."

"Mine, what is this doing?

"I'm taking a class. Is this your high school memory? Math class, right? Trigonometric function……. I miss it, but math wasn't my favorite class very much. Which means Mandarin would have been better."

Pah changes the landscape in sight. In the same room. Now a slightly older woman wanders around the room, reading a book.

"This is how all the people study here in Japan. Right, since I was as little as baptism... even when I was an adult."

With Mine's words, the pappy view changes in sight. All this looks like studying in a similar room, but there is a difference in how teachers stand in front of each other and teach. I was flabbergasted to learn everything in every situation, from children about the age of baptism to the kind of back-and-forth person who was an adult.

"You don't do anything but study?

"Uh, I have a lot of subjects to study, and this is how I get to my desk and I have practical skills"

The sight of running outside in matching clothes, the figure of a man and a woman entering the water with no such thing, blowing an unfamiliar whistle, playing an unfamiliar song floats and disappears.

"Were you also educated in music..."

"That's right. Although it's only an easy part to learn in school. So it wasn't me who composed it, it was the song of the world."

I see. The song can be played in the first fesh peel I've ever touched. Mine's awesomeness seems to be a gift of knowledge and education in this world. Unlike ordinary civilians, naturally.

"This kind of education is prescribed by the state, so in Japan, all the people can read the letters, and it's natural to be able to calculate. I want to incorporate this kind of study into the orphanage so that everyone can read the letters and make simple calculations."

"What the hell is that for?

I don't know what it means to bother teaching letters to everyone. Mine said to me in surprise, quite naturally.

"If you don't have more people who can read letters, you don't have more people who can read books. If you don't read more books, you don't write more people, do you? In order for me to enjoy the book there, I have to start with more people who can read it."

Until now, I would have suspected what the hell was behind it and what I was up to, but now that I'm in tune with Mine, I can only see myself thinking about reading a book from the bottom of my mind. Safe in a way, but headache in a way.

But by looking at Mine's memory in this way, some of the questions I had were resolved.

"... I thought you were unusually quick to learn to write, but you're used to learning, aren't you?

"Get used to it? Right. I'm not aware, but compared to people in that city, I think I'm used to studying. Besides, I couldn't help but remember the letters because I wanted to read the book."

Mine had a bitter laugh.

I see the sight in my sight from end to end as much as possible. Wearing the same clothes, taking classes was neat. The building looked big and beautiful and spotless nowhere.

"Mine, this place is so beautiful and tidy."

"Yeah, it's just been rebuilt. But the nice thing about this school is that it's the best school library in the neighborhood. That's why I aspire."

At the same time, the sight switches to the library again. I guess it's the school library Mine was happy to explain. There were many old books or it smelled a distinct bit dusty.

Mine sucks it in as a delight, and it's grumpy. Will you give me a break?

"Mine, enough with the library. Get out of here."

"Outside?"

As Mine leaned his neck, the landscape became a serene garden. The cobblestones are lined with lawns and flower beds lined with trees. It looked familiar to me.

"Mine, is this a noble neighborhood?

"... um, technically not, but it's something similar. I think Japan is closer to the aristocratic neighborhood than in an environment like that lower town. Because it's full of magic tools."

"Ho? What kind of stuff?

In a world without witchcraft, I asked, attracted by something like magic equipment that moves under another law.

"Right. For example, vehicles."

Mine turned his sight up and pointed at the white object. I can see you making noise and flying through the sky. If Mine turns to the side, the metal solidification rushes through at an awesome rate.

"What is that? Whatever the Demon Stone, why is the metal like that...? If you move something that big at high speeds, you have the same amount of magic..."

"So there's another law, unlike magic equipment that moves with magic. It's stranger to me that stones change shape with magic."

If you ask me that, Mine, who has no knowledge of magic equipment, may also seem strange that stones change shape and move. When I acted with the Knights, I was surprised at one trivial thing. I guess I'm just like Mine then.

"What other magic equipment do you have?

"Um, do 'appliances' have more at home?

With Mine's whining, I was standing inside a building somewhere. The window is covered with a thin lace-like material cloth. It must be quite a senior aristocrat to be able to use such a delicate lace for curtains at all costs.

Even though the light is gently in and bright from the window, the room is bright with a deck. There was a large, skinned bench, and a thick black square plate was seen on the lower shelf at the front.

"Yeah?"

Dokundokun and I suddenly had a fast heartbeat and got bigger. Cold things run through my spine, and suddenly my blood draws away. Mine's heart was engulfed with tension, anxiety and fear. That beak, gushing up from within my heart, is the expectation that joy and nostalgia mix in a mess.

Mine's emotions are all pouring in, and it's going to turn my eyes.

"What's up, Mine?

"... it's our 'living room' here"

That's what I said. Mine's voice was plunging small.