Ascendance of a Bookworm

Benno leaves, and Dermel heads to his vacant seat. There was a lower seat, so when I floated my back that I should sit down, the chief cleric stopped me.

"Mine, stay good"

"Huh? But..."

I glanced at Dermuel slightly, but Dermuel lowered his hips as he narrowed his grey eyes slightly and smiled calmly. It is also weird to bother to let him retreat until he sits back, so I sit back in the chair, as the clergyman tells me.

After confirming that everyone had taken their seats, the clergyman looked around at everyone gathered on the spot.

"Okay, Mine. Explain the dispositions made by the Lords in response to the knight's untimeliness during the recent trombe crusade"

"Disposal, is it?

I knew the punishment would be imposed on the knight who escorted me, but I didn't particularly want to know the details. That would have been nice if there had been no contact from now on.

As I have read my thought, the chief priest lays down his gaze.

"... you probably don't particularly want to know, and I was wondering whether or not to disclose the circumstances of the aristocracy to you. But from now on, you can have the information you need."

The clergyman, who exhaled gently, turned his gaze to Calstead and Darmuel.

"In the Trombe crusade, the lord was badly angry that the knight entrusted with the escort had harmed the witch apprentice who was the subject of the escort and made things worse. First, in addition to tightening his rookie education, Kalsted, the Knights Commander, has a March pay cut. And I'm supposed to cover a quarter of the amount that goes into your costume. And Shikikoza..."

The Chief Cleric explains pale.

In the Knights, violating orders and relinquishing duty is a felony. I can't seem to hear my boss's orders. It also interferes with the operation. He also found that while being entrusted with escorts, it was not acceptable as a knight to harm the subject of escorts, the lord said.

"The verdict handed down by the lord to Sikikoza is execution. It was almost exhausting to the clan, but then it was thought that the resentment and anger toward you would grow, and the lord gave Sikikoza's father two choices. Will you continue to suffer Sikikoza's sins in the clan, or will you promise not to concern yourself in the future and pay the fine? If you pledge and pay a fine, no matter your tiredness to the clan, Shikikoza will defend your honor with the treatment of martyrdom…"

I drank gokuri and spit. I heard the lord would say disposition, but I didn't think it was enough to be executed. I thought that even considering that Sikikoza was noble and that I was a civilian, it would only be a minor punishment.

"Sikikoza's father paid and pledged not to concern you in the future. The amount he paid is half of your ritual costume. [M] And Sikikoza was to have died during the Knights' mission"

Realizing that the execution was already over, I saw Darmuel unexpectedly. Sitting here means Darmuel has been spared execution, but maybe he has been heavily punished?

You must have noticed that my consciousness has shifted to Darmuel. The chief cleric also turns his gaze to Darmuel.

"Darmuel bore a quarter of the amount spent on your costume, and he was demoted to apprenticeship for a year. Shikikoza is not disposed of because you defended Darmuel."

"Is that a defense?

I don't particularly remember doing anything that would make me complain about it again.

To me leaning my neck. Darmuel broke his face with joy.

"To Master Ferdinand, did the witch apprentice defend you? He was kind to me, he tried to help me, he said words to flatter Sikikoza. Thanks to you, I have not been held to be guilty of the same crime as Sikikoza, and I have been spared severe punishment."

When I did it as an adult, I served him, but he dropped me as an apprentice again, but that's a pretty minor punishment compared to the executed Sikikoza.

"My house was inferior even to lower aristocracy, and I just swallowed up the irrationality of the difference in identity. Someone has rarely been able to help me before. So glad to know you wished Master Ferdinand a commutation of his sentence."

I also felt quite delighted with the grandeur, but if such an irrational society prevails, it seems difficult for lower nobility to be called aristocracy.

"And Darmuel was to escort Mine for the entire apprenticeship of the year"

"Huh?"

"You're in danger, really."

The chief priest looked at me with his eyes narrowed. "I'm not alert. I'll explain it to you, too," he says, turning his gaze to Calstead.

Calstead, who noticed the sight of the chief cleric, nodded slowly, staring at me from the front. Thin blue eyes just got a little steep.

"There is a widespread awareness among senior aristocrats that witch apprentices are worthy of use. that he was given a blue coat while a civilian, accompanied by the Knights, and performed a brilliant mission. And there is a great deal involved in the Lord's acknowledgment when he is given the blue coat"

The Knights are nobles. If by scorning and treating me as a civilian, I am to the detriment of my own clan, like Sikikoza, then it must be stopped. If you convey my magic power and the word of the clergyman that I saw in my own eyes, it seems normal for the nobility to think about whether it is somehow unavailable.

"You are a civilian eater who has no contract with anyone, but it was also known at the same time that you are already under the asylum of Master Ferdinand. There are a certain number of aristocrats who will approach you for convenience."

Calstead makes predictions about what would happen if a nobleman who tries to use me to sell or get close to a priest or lord is connected to the president of the Ink Society.

"If you're a nobleman who thinks about using it, let Wolfe grab you and do you a favor by rescuing it. They're basically thinking about using you, so unless it comes down to unexpected things, your life will be less at risk. But it doesn't cover your surroundings."

The chief cleric continues in Calstead's words.

"Assuming that forces hostile to me have moved using Wolf, they could grab you, sell you to the lords of hostile territory, or actually say you were their own child.... If you say it's your own child, your original family is out of the way. You'll probably be able to seal your mouth."

The forecasts made by the Chief Cleric were gloomy, and I breathed. A cold sweat transmits his back to the imagination of his family in danger. I try to hold the hand that was layered on my lap tightly, but I can't stop the little tremor.

Furthermore, Dermuel teaches me the nobility's perception of me from the point of view of the lower nobility.

"There is still intense contempt among lower nobles for witch apprenticeships. They don't supposedly want to admit that a witch apprentice who is a civilian has great magic powers. In fact, until I saw it with these eyes, I didn't think there was that much magic in civilian eating."

Between the lower nobles, envy, jealousy and resentment seem to come first rather than thinking about using them conveniently. And the most dangerous opponent is if he has a personal grudge, Dermuel said.

"Sikikoza's father and successor are paramount in protecting the clan, but Sikikoza's mother is not"

Darmuel looked down sadly.

"He was very pleased that my son, who had to be deposited in the temple due to his low magic in the clan, financial circumstances, had finally returned on the occasion of the coup d 'état in the centre.... I hear she has a strong grudge against witch apprentices"

It was awkward. Anger and resentment at losing a family is understandable. I can't even imagine for myself how much anger I would turn to the person who caused it if I were to lose my family too. The resentment is being directed at me now.

"... a dangerous nobleman who might run for assassination"

I hold my fist on my knees in the words of the Chief Cleric. It doesn't matter if anger or resentment is directed solely at me. I'm more afraid that it can be directed around me.

"If we really do imitations that do harm to witch apprentices, this time we will take the clan on the road, but only the emotions of women have no anticipation of what it will cause"

"Even if you take your clan on the road, if you want to clear up your resentment, it's more serious than you expected..."

Calstead frowned a lot. With a wedge called clan, it seems aristocratic thought that you can't be impotent.

"So did Shikikoza's mother, because I didn't think Wolf of the Ink Society was that dangerous"

Coming to sell ink to the aristocracy seems to be Wolfe. Some names are known among the nobles because it is noble to buy and use the most ink. However, nobles gathered here said they did not think they were the owners of rumors that stained their hands even in criminal matters in order to connect with the nobility.

"I was planning to raise you as a blue witch apprentice, and eventually bring you in line with the nobility, but it looks like you should reschedule."

"Yes?"

... What do you mean, let the aristocrats get along? Instead of acknowledging, I don't think I even had a suggestion!?

the word of the chief priest. I immediately leaned my neck without understanding. I don't want you to make up your mind about my plans for life. Marriage in particular is a serious matter. If the clergyman decides to leave it to power, isn't the one who can't escape pathetic?

"Though I don't know of any such plans?

"Even if you don't intend to make a pact with a nobleman, you will soon have a nobleman's son," I told you. I was going to educate him, gain experience as a witch, and find him the best possible edge, but things have changed. "

I did get that kind of pointer when I was talking about whether or not to sidestep Rosina. Apparently, the chief cleric was going to be my companion. How far do people like to take care of things?

As the clergyman's sense of responsibility passes through surprise and admiration for his overly serious character, the clergyman narrows his eyes and turns his gaze to Calstead.

"Mine, you yourself and the people around you are likely to be in danger. As soon as possible, I will have to adopt you as my noble daughter."

Being an aristocratic adoptive daughter as soon as possible means cutting off from the family and living as a family someone else in the aristocratic district.

... Are you leaving your family again?

I tremble deliberately in my own chest. While the days caged in the temple overlapped, anxiety accumulated that my connection with my family was diminishing, but that swelled up all at once.

"Being Calstead's adopted daughter would protect him somewhat. I guarantee the crowd. Can you ask for it, Calstead?

"At the request of Master Ferdinand, I would be delighted"

While I am stunned, more and more stories are going on.

He peered at me so that Calstead could ride himself out a little bit. He is a lofty, narrow-eyed nobleman with a reliable body. You wouldn't want any more adoptions, even if you think about it because of the clergy's thick trust.

"Mine, will you be my adopted daughter?

"I can't."

I overtook the good fortune with an instant answer.

He opens his eyes and gazes at me when he says he can't believe what's around him.

"Witch Apprentice, I can't think of any better luck than this!? What are you thinking of unobstructing the courtesy of Master Ferdinand and Master Calstead!?

"Dermuel, calm down. Mine, what do you mean you can't?

I can see that anger is also contained in the quiet voice of the Chief Cleric. Still, I cannot respond.

"I can't. Even now, during the winter months, caged in a temple, I can't leave my family, even though I'm lonely and mentally anxious. I would never like that."

As I sifted and shook my head, I could see even magic as the emotional swings that had sprung up. It also brings magic from the depths to suit Dawn's emotions.

"I want to go home. I don't want to leave my family anymore!

"Mine, calm down!

So the chief priest who raised his voice rose up rattled and pressed a stone of transparency about the size of his thumb against my forehead. The stone quickly changed color to light yellow.

In an instant, the Chief Cleric sees a colored demon stone and changes his complexion all the time.

"Calstead, Darmuel, do you have a demon stone with free capacity!?

"Ha!"

The clergyman, holding the demonic stone that Calstead and Darmuel hastily took out, lifts me up and walks with his great crotch to the concealed room.

"To minimize the impact, cage in the workshop!

Pushing away the curtains dripping from the bass and the ceiling, the clergyman entered the concealed room.

When he enters, the chief cleric sits on the bench, letting me stand before him, and presses the demon stone against his forehead, just as he did earlier. I can see the color of the stone changing and the shaking magic getting sucked away more and more.

"Too much magic, fool"

"... because recently you were in a cage in your room and you didn't even give your service"

As the magic sucks, so does the emotion. I wiped the tears that were on my eyeballs and exhaled ha. Still, I haven't completely pulled off the heat trying to break through my body, and I don't have enough energy to push it back in.

"Still, that's a lot more unstable mentally. Is something wrong?

The magic equipment used by the Chief Cleric reminded me too realistically of a time when I would never be able to return. When I saw Reina-era's mother, I felt painful about the family I had lost. My life here is busy and I keep feeling like I have a hole in my heart when I dig back about my family that I was trying not to think much about.

I decided in my heart to take care of my family so that I could also be filial so that I wouldn't lose my family this time, but I was to cage in its arrow tip, the temple. Having separated from my family before filling the hole in my heart, I am still unable to fill my sense of loss.

"It's the chief cleric's fault. Because it brings back memories..."

"... because of that"

The clergyman frowned spicidly and slightly missed his gaze. The clergyman, who did not want to use magic equipment, bites into the breadth of his remarks, remembering that he had been made in tune with my emotions.

"I'm sorry. It's a hit of eight. The Chief Cleric had to do that to make sure I was in danger, and I couldn't complain because I was helped. I know."

He grabbed the sleeve of the chief cleric as he pressed one demonic stone after another against my forehead.

"... if you think about a family you can't see anymore, you never want to leave your current family... But I have to be alone in the temple, and I miss you so much. Yet when I thought I'd never see you again..."

As I vent my mood, my chest hurts and my tears come in. The face of the clergyman seemed distorted like he was in a hurry in his shaky sight.

"Mine, suppress it!

"When I become an adopted daughter of nobility, I'll never see my family again!

"Mine!"

The chief priest absurd his voice and grabbed my arm and drew it. I can hug him to be wrapped up in his long sleeve as it is.

I didn't know what had happened, and when I blinked my eyes and looked up at the chief cleric, I had eyes to eyes with the chief cleric who seemed very unwilling.

"If you gush like this, will you calm down a little?

"... Yes"

It's just the opposite of right after you use your magic equipment. "Gyu" out of the clergyman's mouth is a little cute and I laugh small.

Because of the painful posture of holding him while standing, I began to find a calming posture on the knees of the chief clergyman.

"... Aren't you already calm?

"Not yet."

Unlike hugging Lutz or Touri, the clergyman doesn't turn his arm around his back in his opponent. Just as I would do to my father, across the priest's thick crotch, I leaned against my chest.

"This is fine. Be a ghoul."

"I'm not good at all"

Though I say so with a flashy face, the Chief Cleric makes me like it as it is, without even shaking it off.

As I had anticipated when I had truly settled down, the Chief Cleric exhaled in a frightened manner, "At all you..." And he began to explain why I must be adopted by the aristocracy so that I could bite and include in the deaf child.

"Unlike normal eating, your magic is too powerful"

"... Am I that much magic?

From the reaction of the Knights when they performed the ritual of healing, I had an idea that it was the more, but I didn't think it was enough to be told that it was too mighty.

The chief clergyman squeezed his expression and looked down at me.

"I have made a covenant, and it is not for the nobility of the neighborhood. From now on, you will gain more magic as you grow. [M] We must remember the art of controlling and beneficially using powerful magic."

To do so, the chief cleric said, he must become an adopted daughter of the nobility, go to the House of Lords, and learn about magic. If a covenant is made, that nobleman shall prepare a magic apparatus that uses my magic so that there is no danger around him. But they're not around, such as nobles with magic equipment that requires mighty magic.

"Your magic is not something that an individual nobleman can possess. It's the amount you have to spend for your country because of your territory."

"... I'm not sure"

It has been said that nobility exploits the magic of eating and eating contracts with nobility to survive. I have no idea what it's like to be told such a grand story, and I don't think it's about me.

"Mine, be aware. He said he would risk his surroundings just by shaking his emotions big. You can't control your emotions. You can get your family involved."

"... or if I have a family, I'll be fine. If I didn't miss you, I wouldn't be so anxious."

I can't because I'm not here. With my family, I can live in peace.

"So don't let me separate you from your family"

The chief cleric carved a wrinkle between his brows in my words, closing his eyes tightly. I feel just a little guilty in the face of a clergyman like I'm having a headache. I know I'm telling you I can't, but not with my family makes me unstable. That can't even be what I think it is in my mind.

"... ten years old"

A blur and a low voice suddenly specified age. The chief cleric exhales at me tilting his neck, seemingly with no choice.

"I'm ten years old when I have to go to the House of Lords. Until then, I hope it's as sweet for my family as ever. However…"

The chief clergyman tightened his expression there and drew a line that clearly did not give way.

"I won't ask your opinion after that. If you are judged to be dangerous and harmful, you will be disposed of. per family. Remember."

"... Yes"

Apparently, being an adopted daughter of a nobleman at the age of ten is a matter of decision in the chief clergy.

I held my breasts softly in time with my family, which was set for a deadline.