Ascendance of a Bookworm

The chief cleric used his magic equipment to see the past. I think that in itself is something I have no choice. I just realized it was amazing. With that magic tool, if you've ever read a book, you can read it again in your dreams. I wanted to go to the library in my dreams and asked the clergyman to use his magic equipment again, but it was lightly rejected.

... terrible, Chief Cleric.

However, as to the existence and value of my harm, which was the original purpose, the malice was not particularly harmless and was judged beneficial for the priesthood of this city and for carrying out the product development as before under the control of Benno.

I have been able to continue my life with peace of mind, not particularly as before.

Fall came to an end and the second edition of the Children's Bible was finished, with 20 books placed as textbooks and 40 sold off to Benno, so we got six large gold coins. Recently, I've been short of money, but I'm rich all at once.

And Fran and Rosina came to us to discuss winter life with my family, and with the money I earned from the picture books, I further refined and enriched my winter support until the time of the stirring.

When the orphanage, my room, and our winter support were almost over and the cold was not strange whenever the snow began to glitch, I received a report from Lutz on my way home from the temple.

"Mine, my husband said the president of the Ink Association and the parent of the Ink Workshop came this morning"

"... I knew you noticed a difference in ink?

"Looks like it."

As expected, the children's scriptures, which began to be sold by the Guilberta Chamber of Commerce, began to be sold to aristocrats and millionaires connected to aristocrats with young children. If you look at the picture book, the difference in ink is obvious.

There is a big difference between immersive ink, which produces a slightly blue-like color, and oil paint ink made from coal and dry oil.

Naturally, the ink association noticed the difference in ink at a glance and looked for a new producer of ink, but there is no such person within the association. "I know the producer," he said, was the parent of the ink workshop I was given a tour of.

"A Gilberta Chamber of Commerce kid said he knew another way to make ink"

Its parent statement apparently led the president and parent of the Ink Association to come to the Guilberta Chamber of Commerce. "Is the Gilberta Chamber of Commerce going to make it in another ink association as well?," to ask.

The Gilberta Chamber of Commerce already has a priori. There are plant paper associations and workshops built against parchment associations, and a lot of slightly inexpensive plant paper is starting to come out. Even though formal contracts determine the division of residence when parchment paper is used, there is no doubt that there is more momentum in plant paper capable of mass production.

And it would be natural to be wary of vested interests if, in that case, a picture book of vegetable paper was sold, using ink from different methods.

"He wants me to come to the Gilberta Chamber of Commerce tomorrow. My husband wants to talk to you."

"Okay."

I undertook with ease that it was the usual thing, and the next day I went with Lutz to the Guilberta Chamber of Commerce, not to the temple.

"Good morning, Mr. Benno"

"Ooh, Mine. Are you here?"

Benno invites me to the table and Lutz goes up the back stairs. Lutz of Dapra is practicing making tea for visitors.

When I get to my seat, Benno also stops his hand and turns towards the table. sat in my front and exhaled slowly.

"As expected, but the ink association came out. You, you did teach me how to make ink, and you said you wanted to throw ink production round?

"Yes, even if all Mr. Benno does is grow his performance too much more, he just increases his enemies, and ink making would have absolutely nothing to do with the main business of the Gilberta Chamber of Commerce, right? If you get a zero eye for what you make in Mine Workshop, you should get paid to throw it round."

If I wanted to spread the print, I would need lots of ink as well. Homemade alone will make it harder one of these days. Then you just have to throw it round where you can.

"How much money are you going to take?

"Hmm, as much as I pay to the temple... what about 10% of the profits?

When I suggested, Benno turned bitter and shook his head slowly.

"It's too cheap"

"But if it spreads, it's more and more profitable, right? I want to sell it cheaply and widely with vegetable paper."

Benno dismisses my opinion, which basically only contemplates spreading, to a sigh of sigh.

"At least keep it 30% for the first decade. The next decade is 20%, and ever since then 10%. That would be reasonable. Don't sell new technology too cheaply."

"Okay. I'll leave it to Mr. Benno to talk about profits."

Even now, without a doubt, Benno has given way to my opinion. I know that, so I'll take care of it.

"I brought you some tea"

Lutz brought me some tea. With a tense face, Lutz placed his tea with Cottori before me and Benno. Benno narrows his eyes and takes the cup, sipping it.

"... not yet"

"It's improving a little bit.... Lutz, you want Fran to tell you next time? Sounds like a good teacher. Gil and Delia have improved a lot."

"Maybe that's good too....... ha"

Lutz is also trying his best to get Marc to teach him, but he's still not on a level he can get out to other customers. I'm practicing right now.

"The rest is contract magic..."

"... should I use it?

Unless nobility is involved because it costs a lot of money, it's supposed to be a contract method you don't normally use. I have used covenant witchcraft with Benno twice before, but both had the intention to restrain the nobility. Nobility should not be involved in this ink association.

"In this case, the range for profit is too large, and the profit margin is a long time. And if you personally trust the president of the Ink Association, It is easier to use it. In the form of a contract with an ink association, not an individual."

"Is it a contract with the ink association?

Is there a corporate mindset here as well? Benno nodded slowly as I twisted my neck.

"That's right. Even if the chairman replaces him, it's the means he needs to keep his contract going."

When I signed with an individual, they gave me a replacement, and they said they didn't have a contract, so they liked it. That's what happened so many times, they've been able to think like corporations here.

"The method of making ink sells to the association. I have no eyes for what I make in Mine Workshop. Make it as inexpensive as possible to spread with plant paper. The amount this one gets is 30% of the profit. Change interest rates every ten years. So, no problem, huh?

"Yes, please also tell me that this ink is hard to use because it is bounced on parchment paper"

Benno and Lutz and the three of us, checking the details of the request from here, heard a conn and a knock, and Marc came in.

"Sir, I see two customers from the Ink Society."

"When the bell rings, let it pass."

"Yes, sir."

Marc, who accepted, pulled in once.

Benno stands up with a stern face and lowers me out of my chair. And as he moved his jaw toward Lutz, Lutz nodded silently, opening the door leading to the back staircase.

"Okay, Mine. I'll negotiate with the Ink Society. You better not show your face. Go to Corinna's. I'll just let you take the contract magic form later, so you can sign it up there."

"... why not?

I don't think it's very conceivable that I don't have the person to contract in the place of the contract. Blinking my eyes, Benno glanced at the store where he would have guests and whined in a low voice.

"Parents of the workshop are still servants, and the president of the Ink Association is a person with connections to commercial aristocracy and a lot of rumors that it's not very good. You better avoid contact as much as you can."

"Okay. I'll do what Mr. Benno says."

I couldn't help but notice that the president of the ink association Benno was alert to, but I immediately went with Rutz to Corinna's room. When Lutz leads me to Corinna's room, he returns downstairs because he has the service of bringing a contract for contract magic.

"Lutz, tell me later what the president of the ink association looks like"

"Oh, okay."

Dropping off Lutz, I turned to Corinna.

"Excuse me, Mr. Corinna. I'm rolling."

"It's okay, Mine. Just let me make a temporary stitch."

"Yes, it's urgent. What a terrible request, sorry."

With a fluffy, soft grin, as Corinna led me to the reception room, Otto, who, like my father, seemed to be off work today, watched this one with a light wave in the hallway.

"Totally, Mine. I can't believe Corinna's got a tough job coming around from a senior nobleman, even though she's heavy."

"Otto, you've said so many times that you don't want to talk about your job, right?

"I'm worried about you, Corinna."

Even if Corinna is tough, Otto won't punish her at all. It's as lovely as ever.

Watching Corinna kick Otto out of the room, including telling him not to disturb him, as if to teach an inaudible child, makes me worried that Otto is the Tane of Corinna's headache.

"I'm worried about Mr. Corinna, too. Mr. Otto, aren't you running wild? Father and Otto's family love rampage looks just like each other. Because it was a reputation at the gate. Mr. Otto floats on his first child, and Mr. Corinna is in trouble..."

"Well, that's what they say? So, Mine's mother is in trouble, too."

With a dull laugh, Corinna brought the blue fabric and began to spread it over a large table.

"Is it going to be possible to do a costume for the ritual? I don't think there's enough time."

"It sure is tough. The workshop is very busy. But there aren't many requests from senior nobles yet, so the needles are sticking up for me. Because you paid me off."

When dyeing the fabric to make the previous costume, they were dyeing the fabric extra to use on another requested dress as well. This time he says he used fabric for that dress and embroidered it in full operation of the workshop.

"The dress is temporarily sewn with a different cloth and then goes into the book sewing, so we can afford it on the due date as much as it's okay to dye the fabric from now on. Though Mine can't afford a temporary sewing of another cloth because she told me it was urgent. But I just made it in the meantime, so you haven't changed your stature, have you?

Corinna says so, by the way, wearing a blue cloth with a waiting needle. I think I'm going to suffer from a big tummy.

"I'm sorry, Mine. I'll get you a little working lady. It's a little painful on its own right now."

"You're already hungry. Is it time?

"Yeah, they say it's the middle of winter. You're a healthy kid and you get a lot of slams. A boy, I guess."

Corinna strokes her big stomach softly as she rings the bell to call Chillin and the working woman.

"Corinna, did you call?

Otto is the one who came in happy with the sound of the bell. I laugh unexpectedly at Corinna's smug expression.

"Hey, I think I should take a look at this kind of work scene, too, than Mine scratching Benno"

"Um, Mr. Otto. What do you mean I scratch Mr. Benno?

There's no way a powerless child like me can grab an adult man like Benno.

"Whatever that means, nothing, just like that. Benno is going to keep expanding his business as Mine's guardian. That's why I'm being beaten to work for the Gilberta Chamber of Commerce right now."

That's what I'm saying, clapping his shoulders, while Otto helps Corinna. The appearance was quite familiar and Otto's efforts seemed visible.

"Mr. Otto, you look so used to it that you don't think you're a soldier. For this minute, isn't it close to the day when Mr. Otto will be able to stand in the store with Mr. Corinna?

"... well, it'll take a few years. I'll do it for Corinna and the baby."

"Yes, yes, move your hands more than your mouth"

Instructing Otto, Corinna ends the temporary sewing. The length was fine and the tailoring was done by having it the same as before.

As Corinna chased Otto and fixed my hair messed up with temporary stitches or I was wearing a jacket, the sound of Concon and Knock sounded in the back staircase and a voice called "It's Marc". I can hear the footsteps toward the cuttlefish and back to welcome Marc.

It was almost at the same time that the door of the reception room was knocked as I nodded in a hurry to prepare myself.

"Come in, come in"

"Dear Corinna, Mine, I beg your pardon"

Marc with the contract and Lutz with the ink kettle came in.

A contract magic contract is extended to the round table with Marc's hands, confirming the items one by one. The contents of the contract were mostly with those discussed with Benno. Benno will be the winner of the negotiations for what is in favor of this one.

There was just one item I wasn't used to seeing. One sentence reads: "Write the contents of this contract in the terms of the ink association."

"Mr. Marc, this part...... what do you mean by describing the contract in the terms of the ink association?

"The statute of the association is a decision that must be observed in all the workshops belonging to the association. In other words, when it is written as the terms of the ink association, it will be written in the terms of the ink association in other cities, and it will also be applied in the workshop there."

The contract magic itself is only within this city's reach, but the terms of the association seem to apply in other cities as well. They say that only the statutes are uniform in every association. There seems to be a difference between the detailed rules for each city and workshop. I understand that the statute is as uniform as the Constitution, and that the rules are such that there are fine differences between regions as the ordinances.

"But how do you put it in the statutes of ink associations in other cities? Is there some way to communicate it?

"Because it's profitable, you buy a new way to make ink. It is natural to pass on the method from the ink association here to the nearby ink association. The statute will also be amended along with the legislation."

I nodded at Marc's explanation and took the ink in my hand. The contract says Benno's name and the ink association, and the chairman's own name is not. And I wrote my name at the bottom.

"Hey, Lutz. What was the president of the Ink Society like?

"... the guy with the nasty eyes. I've been looking for Mine."

"Huh?"

Lutz grips his fist and frowns.

"My old man said to my husband. It must have been a child who said something about ink from another method at the ink workshop. If you're here, let me out. I think Mine is right to be hiding here. As for me, I felt worse than the guild leader."

I wonder how unpleasant the atmosphere is because Lutz says so much. If you are alert both from Benno and from Lutz, it is easy for me to be alert too.

"Than that, Mine. Look, get your hands on it."

Lutz put up a knife and told him to get his hands on it.

I offered my palms flat, stuck in words, making the blood collection necessary for the covenant sorcery present. A hot pain runs on my fingertips and my blood swells up plenty.

Pushing blood onto the contract, the contract burned out in a flame of gold, and the contract was completed.

"Master Mine, please remain quiet here until your husband tells you to."

"I know, Mr. Marc"

Afterwards Otto moaned me for not being able to borrow my hand in calculating this winter's budget, and I was thrilled to talk about Corinna and the baby she was born with.

"Mine!"

It was at lunch that Benno came running up the stairs changing his blood phase, saying so.

"We're supposed to let Marc send Lutz and get him a father and a sister. You, don't get out of here until you get picked up!

"... What the hell happened to Mr. Marc sending Lutz!?

And I rose up, and rushed over to Benno. Benno narrowed his eyes and put his hand on his chin.

"Lutz, who put it to use in a commercial guild, was entwined by strange men. What kind of child is the daughter of the Gilberta Chamber of Commerce? and. Dapra, who can go up with a contract, would know,"

"A contract means..."

Benno also snorted slowly at my words.

"I think you're from the Ink Association, but I've been looking for information since the end of the contract, so I understand."

The contract has already been terminated, although it is understandable if you want to explore the other party's information in order to advance the contract advantageously or somehow. And yet I don't know what it means to be explored, even though it's obvious that I'm going out of my way to get tangled up in Lutz and this one's on alert.

I'm afraid of things I don't know.

"... I don't know what's behind it. You better be on maximum alert."

"Yes."

"I'm here to pick you up."

"Father, Touri!

He was probably rushing to pick me up because I was off work, my father and Touri came as I let him out of breath.

"I'm sorry to call you."

By the visit of my father and Touri, Benno, who was called, came up and said so to my father.

"No, I appreciate all the work you've done to try to protect my daughter. May I ask what the hell is going on?

"I'm pretty sure the Ink Society is working, but I still don't know what's behind it. Now that the contract is over, it's unnatural to explore the information or get involved in Lutz."

I could see my father turning a blind eye to Benno's explanation. Touri looks at me anxiously and hugs me all the time.

"If you want to be safe, I think Mine should let you cage in the temple now. This depends on the family's judgment, but at least if you're in the temple, you can't give them a hand. And this one will buy you time to gather information."

"... um"

After sneering heavily at Benno's words, my father frowned and lifted me up.

"Mine, what do we do? Should we head to the temple? You want to go home?

If you say you don't want to be alone, you'll take me home. But it's more likely that Lutz and his family will get tangled up by strangers.

"... I hate to leave, but if anything happens to Lutz or my family, I don't like it any more, so I'm going to the temple. Anyway, it's time for snow."

Still, with a little anxiety, I hold my father's jacket with strength in my hand.

"It's okay, Mine. I'm going to play a lot, so I'm not lonely."

"Yeah."

From that day on I was to winter caged in the temple.