Ascendance of a Bookworm

By putting on Darmuel, an escort, I was finally allowed to act in the temple. Darmuel, who passes from the aristocratic city every day, seems to have a hard time, but unlike Lutz and Tulli, he doesn't have anything to bury in the snow because he uses a heavenly horse that changes demonic stones.

... magic is convenient.

Thanks to Darmuel's coming, I have been able to go to orphanages and libraries, to distract myself.

My loneliness has eased a bit as the temple has been closed to deep snow and my family visits have been less frequent, but I have been able to cage them in the library room. Only when I'm reading a book can I not feel lonely.

However, the library is so cold that no matter how much clothes you wear, you can't stay caged for long, and Dermuel and Fran are reluctant to go.

"Why don't you ask Master Ferdinand to bring the book to his room instead of caging it in the library, Witch Apprentice?

"Master Dermuel is right, Master Mine. If you go to the library frequently, you'll get sick."

Surprisingly, Fran and Dermuel are close. He seems to be doing well, either agreeing or meshing because Fran is used to the noble way.

"... Chief Cleric. That's why can I take the book out of the library?

"I don't mind if it's just my personal stuff I brought in. It would be more difficult for you to catch a cold even though you refrain from the ritual of service.... hoo, now that's my win"

As expected, the clergyman, who quickly remembered Theory of Riversi, looked at me and laughed niggardly. I wonder as an adult if I can be serious about looking like a young girl.

"I think the chief cleric who gets serious about the child opponent is terrible"

"I don't want you to tell me I'm serious about my novice opponent. Losing?"

The chief clergyman sometimes does things that cannot be grown up, but people are good. The book lends it to me, too, and if I can't stand loneliness and push it into the Cleric Chief's room, in exchange for work such as organizing paperwork and calculating a large amount, it makes me sweet.

For the most part, I have no problem with the clergyman anyway, as he looks so disgusted, but I cannot afford to worry about him myself.

"Morning, Mine. How you doin '?

"You're not asleep?

Thuri comes with Lutz on a day when the snowstorm isn't so bad. Tulli is struggling to learn the script right now. I take the children's scriptures, tablets, and stone brushes that I use as textbooks for my temple classes, and I study with the children in the orphanage.

Letters and calculations are fine. Rutz seems to be checking the progress of his handiwork, teaching the kids letters with the gray clergy, and teaching Gil how to write a report.

"Who, witch apprentice?

"Dear Darmuel, these two are my sister Touri and my friend Lutz. Remember, you often show your face here."

I introduce Darmuel to Touri and Rutz, and Darmuel to Touri and Rutz, who look up to Darmuel and are pokans.

"Touri, Lutz. Dear Darmuel, who is to be my escort from now on. I'm part of the Knights."

"... Knights? Awesome!"

"Your nobility escorts Mine!?

Darmuel gets a slightly freaked out look with glittering expectations and envious glances from the two of them.

"Witch Apprentice, what can I do in times like this?

"I think you should laugh nicely"

With a pulled smile, Dermuel responds to the two of them.

From what I heard later, Dermuel, who grew up with little to no exit from the aristocratic district, was also not turned to the eye of envy because he was under Hieralky in the aristocratic society, besides never dealing with the civilian population. My brother said he didn't know how to treat a young child because he didn't have a brother downstairs.

"Bye, Mine. Me and Lutz are going to the orphanage."

That's what Touri said as he gently slapped my hand on the pom that was sticking tightly. I shook my head, keeping my strength in my clinging hand.

"I'm coming with you today. The chief cleric told me that I could walk in the temple when Darmuel was around, and I was concerned about the progress of the temple classroom."

Until now, I have been leaving messages in your room even when the two of you came, but today I have Darmuel so I can go to the orphanage as well. With Rosina and Darmuel, I went with them to the dining room of the orphanage.

"A witch apprentice is the director of an orphanage?... you're running out of people."

"Yeah, the lack of talent is serious. Because the Chief Cleric also seems to have a lot of work to do, and to help at all. In my case, the orphan dean said it was just a title."

You don't even have to bother explaining that you stuck your neck in from yourself and did a lot of things. In fact, when something important happens in the orphanage, it's the sheriff who signs the papers. I am nothing but an intermediate administrator who manages the day-to-day life of the orphanage.

"I was helping Master Ferdinand with his paperwork, and you're an excellent witch apprentice."

Ha, and Darmuel sighed. The chief clergyman when he was in the Knights hated incompetence without effort out of the difference, and apparently he was a ghost boss who gave those with poor abilities more than double the challenges of the others and cut off more and more those who did not. Considering that I have a reputation for not being able to be top notch if I serve the side of the chief cleric, I don't think it has changed anything at all about providing bloodthirsty education.

"Fran said the chief clergyman wouldn't raise challenges he couldn't even try?

"... to be able to keep up with Master Ferdinand's challenges is an excellent testament. I've never even been given an immediate assignment"

For Dermuel blurry that he wants an assignment from the Cleric Chief, shall I ask the Cleric to "give him an assignment" next time? I'm sure the Chief Cleric will give us a challenge as a delight.

"Lutz, Thuri, there you are. Oh, Rosina. Is Master Mine with you today?

As soon as Burma caught Darmuel in sight, welcoming him with a fluffy smile, he stiffened. He looks at me with his crying eyes, trembling small.

"Master Mine, who are you?

"I am a knight who will provide my escort. Very kind, and loyal to my duties. We will not imitate the children intact. Hey, Master Dermuel?

"Oh, I'm not going to do an intangible imitation or anything. I also take my vows as a knight."

Virma, the only nobleman I know who comes to see basically tyrannical blue clerics and floral offerings, has invited us inside, keeping Darmuel in a vigilant atmosphere.

"That's warm."

That's what Darmuel said with his eyes open as surprised.

The dining room at the orphanage was warm enough to burn the fireplace red because it had a good winter support. And to save some firewood, there are no people in the men's building, and everyone is supposed to spend the day in the dining room. It is inevitably warmer because of its high population density.

"I tried my best for the winter, because there are many people"

The corner of the dining room hosts a temple class to teach letters, and apprenticeships who already remember letters are eloquent in their winter handiwork in another corner.

"Oh, it's already started. Mine, I'm coming."

"I'll look over there, too."

Touri heads toward the temple classroom, while Lutz heads toward the corner where he is working by hand. I headed to a table where the temple classroom was easy to see and where there was an undisturbed degree of distance.

"Witch Apprentice, what the hell is that doing?

I pointed to the corner where Darmuel was in temple class with a strange face.

"I'm just teaching my kids letters."

"... letters to orphans? What the hell was that for?

Only the privileged class can read and write here. I guess I can't think of anything like an orphan being able to read a letter.

But the orphanage kids have a better chance of being made to read and write than the downtown craftsmen, given that there are people to serve. It is more efficient to increase the literacy rate from where it is likely to be needed than to teach the children of artisans.

"The Orphans of the Temple will soon become side-services or work downstairs in the aristocratic neighborhood, so we're going to teach them letters and numbers now. That way, your work will progress."

"I see. You mean it saves educators time"

As I watched the gray cleric in the role of teacher read the children's Bible and let the tablet write one basic letter at a time, I talked to Vilma about the next picture book.

In order to make a book on God's family every season, we extract the description from the thick scriptures and show Vilma what we put together. Ask them to fix that sentence, by the way, and add poetic expressions.

"Witch Apprentice, what is this?

"This is a children's scripture I made to remember the letters. Now we can remember God's name and his artifact."

"... ho"

Interestingly, Darmuel turns the children's Bible in pieces.

"All I have now is an object written about the Supreme God and the Great God of the Five Pillars, but from now on, I plan to make a book about my family. God's name is necessary to bless."

"That's certainly convenient to have. I had a hard time remembering, too."

Darmuel leaked that it would also be advantageous to know a lot of God's name when dealing with witchcraft. Then you must be able to sell it to the nobility if you make a picture book like God's Dictionary that is easy to understand. To the opinion of the precious aristocratic side, I did a profit calculation in my brain and laughed.

"Vilma, let's do a carta together"

"Would you like to join Master Mine?

Playing with cartas seems to be the norm after reading the book, with cartas arranged in pieces on the floor. Touri stared at it.

"Touri, you look scared, don't you?

While you are out of the room, Lutz or Touri should not break the language even with the other person. Fran and Rosina told me, and I spoke to Touri in a polite tone, itching.

Touri lowered her brow a little and sighed softly.

"... it's me, Karta, the weakest of all"

The orphanage kids learned it while we were all playing, and we've been using it together since we gave it to Gil, so many kids can take it right away, even if they don't remember the letters.

But I still can't remember the words and it's pretty hard for Touri to be unfamiliar with God. The foundation is completely different in Touri, where you can only come when the snow weakens with the kids who play in Carta every day.

"It's important to get used to it, so you just have to try again and again. For starters, why don't we just take the god of textbooks?

Both painted are Vilma, so God's face and features are perfectly consistent. If you don't remember the reading and picture tags, you can't win, so you just have to be sure you can take what you remember.

"I'll try my best"

I have tried my best Karta too, but the children who play every day are strong. It's not a battle at all. Also, some apprentices were close to adulthood, and I thought it was sloppy to have different arms lengths.

In the afternoon, it's Tulli's sewing class. This teaches girls how to fix it easily. It's already been a few times, so it looks pretty much better, even though it's used clothes, because we're starting to look like Tulli's teacher and we can fix the hem unraveling ourselves.

"Gil, I'm wearing cold gear, but where are you going?

The boy was seen wearing cold gear, mainly Lutz. Even though it's not a snowstorm, the snow is still falling flat.

"Lutz said we'd get ready in the workshop."

"Gil, you know what you're gonna get ready for?

He said, "Prepare to pick Paru."

Sunny winter days are set for paru picking. It's hard to get ready early in the morning on a sunny day, so they're going to get ready now.

"Well, get ready and pick a lot for the day,"

"Ooh!

The orphanage children are naturally new to paru picking. But because of the large number of people, you must be able to pick a lot. I look forward to seeing how much I can take now.

"My mother can't go this year, so it might be difficult to pick a paru."

Touri sighed haha as she dropped off the boys rushing to the workshop to get ready.

I am always out of combat, and my mother is pregnant, so there is no way I can climb a tree very much. My father is likely to work, so I can't totally count on him. Touri laments that he may not get the sweetness of winter this year.

"Isn't Thuri taking the orphanage kids? I was going to give you my family's paru for that..."

Exactly. It's hard for Lutz to lead the kids alone. Touri also helped me, and as a thank you, Touri sparkled his eyes at my words, which were meant to secure our share of Paru.

"That's nice. Good. I was wondering if I could have some Paru cake this year."

Once we have picked the paru, it is our promise to take the fruit juice, squeeze the oil, and bake the paru cake by squeezing it. I'm going to do the same thing in the orphanage this year. For this reason, I also bought a larger iron plate.

"Witch Apprentice, what is Paru?

"It's a nut that can only be picked on a sunny winter day, and it's very sweet."

The nobles probably don't pick paru or anything. Darmuel frowns like he says he has nothing on his mind.

"Dear Mine, is Paru sweet?

It seemed that the children who were surrounding Vilma had my words in their ears, and they approached me with their eyes shining in anticipation. Because of the large number of orphanages, sweetness is rarely eaten in everyday life. He has a face that is likely to be coveted by the sweetness story.

"Yeah, it's so sweet and delicious. I love you, too."

"Wow, fun"

"Touri, definitely take me with you"

The kids say it's Touri and Lutz who take me to the woods. Touri, surrounded by several children, laughed nicely.

"Yeah, let's go together. Instead, I have to go to the woods very quickly to pick Paru, so I have to get up early and get ready on a sunny day. Can you?"

"I can!

Then, a few days later, came the sunshine I had been waiting for. The dazzling light shines in the morning, reflecting on the snow and the air sparkles can also be seen over the curtains dripping from the ceiling.

Jumping out of bed before Delia came to wake me, I spoke from upstairs to downstairs, trying to get myself out of the handrail.

"Gil! Gil! It's Paru Picking Day! Let the orphanage children know and hurry up and get them ready."

She'd already woken up and finished dressing, and Gil said, "Ooh!" He shouted and popped out of the room, and Delia, who was preparing the room, gasped my arm in angry shapes.

"Master Mine! Please stay asleep until I go wake you up! Then, do not imitate yourself riding up the stairs while dressed in your bedroom! Ha! How many times do I have to tell you!?

"Delia, it's Paru picking day, so Lutz and Touri will be here very early. We need to get dressed right away."

As the bell opens at 2, the people of Lower Town begin to move to pick Paru. It must also be quick for Lutz and Touri to come to the orphanage.

Delia pointed her eyes and voice to my words.

"No, I'm not planning on doing that!

"When a snowstorm clears depends on the will of Avery Be, God of Life. I don't know."

And I hastened to get dressed, and waited for Touri and Lutz to come. You can drop everyone off for breakfast. You realize we're bummed up there, and Fran starts getting ready to welcome guests, too.

"Morning, Mine! He said he's coming with me because my dad's off duty today."

My predictions were right, and Touri rushed in at times like he usually eats breakfast. Behind it is also the figure of my father.

"Father, long time no see!

To my father, who came into the hall, I ran down the stairs. Oops! and jump. My father hugged me once and lifted me up all the time. Stroke around a slight mustache and match your face, which is about the same height.

"You look good, Mine. You haven't got a fever?

"Yeah, Fran takes me to bed right away when I'm about to get sick, and if I fall asleep poorly, I get a really bitter pill, and I don't have a fever gap"

"Right."

Tulli took the bottle out of his nostalgia as he was sweet as he reported to his father, who listened with a Nico smile.

"Mine, you said this was gone, right?

Let my father lower me, and I will reach for the bottle. It was a bottle with natural yeast. Toori is taking care of the natural yeast on my behalf when I'm not home. I receive a slightly warm bottle and embrace it.

"Thanks, Touri"

"I thought I'd give this to you and I just stopped by to see Mine's face, so you're going out to pick up Paru soon. Rutz is already in the orphanage."

"Yeah, pick a lot of them. At lunch, I'll be ready for some baked fluffy bread."

Dropping them off, I exhaled ho. It makes me happy to touch my family even for a moment. And this afternoon we're processing Paru and making Paru cakes.

"Fran, will you deliver this to Ella? Then tell him my father, Thuri and Lutz are with me today at lunch. I want you to bake some fluffy bread."

"Yes, sir."

After giving Fran a bottle with natural yeast, he speaks to Rosina.

"Rosina, when you're done practicing Fesspiel, just tell him to go to Vilma and start getting ready"

"Yes, sir."

I practiced fesh peel up to 3 bells and went to help the clergyman. I'll help you, while the clergyman tells me you're in a creepy mood. My father, Touri and Lutz, who are back from Paru picking today for lunch, are with me, so just thinking about it plays my mind.

Soon 4 bells rang and it was lunchtime.

"Well, I'm going to lunch, so don't leave the room until I get back"

"Yes, Master Dermuel."

Darmuel's lunch is to be prepared in the Cleric Chief's room. Because I cannot cover every adult male in my room's hoarding.

Ella contacted me that lunch was ready, and I waited for everyone to return as I twitched.

"Mine, I'm home. I picked a lot of them."

"Welcome back"

All three returned after noon with a very satisfied smile. After all, the man-made sea tactics seemed strong, and quite a lot of paru was picked.

Taste the fluffy bread made from natural yeast that Thuri brought to us and discuss what we plan to do in the afternoon.

"It's processing in the afternoon. In the workshop? Or the dining room?"

"You can take fruit juice in the dining room, but it's faster to squeeze the oil using the pressing machine in the workshop, isn't it?

There is a pressing machine in the workshop for squeezing paper water. If my father or a gray cleric can help me, I don't need to squeeze it with a hammer. Lutz showed difficulty in my suggestion.

"... but the workshop is cold. I think it's probably easier to use a hammer in a warm dining room because the paru is hard when it's cold"

"Because of the large number of people, if you have the number of hammers, why don't you just do it in the dining room?

To my father's word, the processing of Paru was to be done in the dining room. Tulli, who seems to be more concerned afterwards than with the processing of Paru, asks me softly.

"Where do you bake paru cakes? The basement of the women's building? The kitchen here?

"Plans for the basement of the women's building.... If you make it in the kitchen and spread it from Ella to the city, you'd have trouble feeding the livestock to squeeze it, wouldn't you?

"Don't bother."

Lutz, who owns the chicken, flaunted his face. It is very good to squeeze Paru for winter bait. If you squeeze but don't get it for free, people with livestock will have a lot of trouble.

We can just sneak in and enjoy the Paru cake ourselves. There shouldn't be a downtown spreading of what you make in an orphanage.

"In the afternoon, after we split the paru between us and Lutz and the orphanage, let's do the processing in the cafeteria."

"Well, I'll teach the girls how to bake Paru Cake on the ground floor of the girls' building."

After finishing lunch, the three quickly headed to the orphanage to do their work. I wait for Darmuel to return and move to the orphanage. The only person left in the room is Delia who still says she doesn't want to go to the orphanage.

"Witch Apprentice, what the hell is this doing?

Darmuel looked at the condition of the orphanage and let it draw her face.

In one corner of the dining room, there are children holding holed nuts and taking thick, falling white fruit juice into cups, and in the other corner, several men with hammers smash the fruit as they make loud noises with Dandan. If someone doesn't know Paru, it might look like a different sight.

"Here we are taking fruit juice from the fruit of Paru, and there we are tapping and squeezing the fruit that we have finished taking the fruit juice and squeezing the oil. The last remaining squeeze will be a delicious treat, so the girls will be working hard on the basement."

Touri seemed to be working hard on it, and it was starting to smell fluffy, sweet and good from the basement.

Ask Vilma to mix Paru fruit juice when she squeezes it with the goat's milk and eggs she was getting secured in the morning, and she should be baking it in butter and making Paru cakes. Gently close your eyes and inhale into a cup of chest for a snoozing smell.

A while after asking Rosina and Fran to prepare the plates, Thuri, stacked with Paru cakes on the plates, came up from the basement.

"Ah, Mine. You're here, right? It was just fine. It's starting to burn."

Behind the touri is another apprentice, with a plate overlaid with paru cake in the same way. And they lined up the plate before me.

"Mine's a lookout. Look closely so they don't get stuck."

I nodded with a small laugh at Tulli's words. At least no lover here wants to pinch the paru cake in front of me, the blue witch apprentice, and take care of it from now on.

"Wow, that smells good"

"It looks delicious."

I look at the paru cake that showed up with the sweet smell, and the kids who were taking the fruit juice throw out their jobs, and they rush over.

"No. If you don't finish your job, you won't be able to eat, will you? I don't eat people who can't work."

To my words, the children return to their places of residence in haste.

I crossed in that footsteps and heard it from behind me like I swallowed a goku and a spit. Unexpectedly looking back, Dermuel's gaze captured Paru Cake disappointingly.

"... Witch Apprentice, what's this?

He writes big on Darmuel's face that he wants to eat. Would it be interesting because nobility would get sugar, which I don't think is uncommon such as sweetness, but is the first thing I see?

"It's a Paru cake made in Paru. You didn't seem to know Paru, and it's the first time you've seen it, it's a rare thing. Would you like to join us?

"Cohon! Right. I'm a little more interested in what food is eaten here than coming to the orphanage more often"

After finishing processing a lot of Paru, the girls and children take the fruit juice, oil and squeeze of Paru to the basement of the women's building, and the men go to the men's building to clean up the tools used for processing.

Fran and Rosina cut apart the paru cake and handed it out to the children who began to line up with plates. I ask Gil to deliver the Paru cake to the leaving Delia, or give her instructions so that she can set aside the portion of the children who are Ella's assistants in the kitchen of the room.

Everyone gathers momentum in the dining room and plates line up in front of everyone. A dish held from the room by Fran was arranged before me and Darmuel.

"Well, let's pray"

To my words, the children pray before the meal with their hands crossed before their breasts.

"We thank and pray for the will of the Gods, the Supreme God who presides over the high pavilion sky, the Great God of the five pillars who presides over the wide and hospitable earth, who graces tens of millions of lives as our food, and we receive this meal"

My father and Touri look at everyone who comes out with a hard time and prayer complaint, but it's a complaint I also remembered as I ate here. A glance showed that Dermuel was also praying and complaining with his natural face. The nobles seem to pray the same way.

When they finished praying, the children put paru cake in their mouths to contend ahead. I take a bite to see how it goes.

"Wow! Yum!

"Sweet!"

In the joyful voice of the children, Darmuel, who was eating next door, opened his eyes and solidified.

"Witch Apprentice, is this what the people of Lower Town eat for granted?

"It's not natural. It's something we enjoy sneaking around. How do you like it?

When I asked, Darmuel exhaled slowly.

"It's too good.... Aren't the children here living like nobles? Learn to read and write, take such sweetness, etc."

"This is an orphanage. Probably nothing like the life of a nobleman. This paru has also been picked by our own hands by going to the snowy woods early in the morning. Paru, which can only be picked on a sunny winter morning, is not for sale."

Darmuel was eating paru cake with an unmistakable face, but then again, on a sunny winter day, he began to urge him to head to the orphanage. Apparently, he liked it a lot.

Dermel isn't the only one who liked Paru cake. Same with orphanages.

"Master Mine, this is very tasty"

"When will it be sunny this time?

"We still have a lot of Paru squeezing, so let's make it again, shall we? Look forward to squeezing it for other dishes."

As a result of releasing the recipe I gave to Rutz's house to the Vilmas who cook the orphanage meal, there was even more enthusiasm for the orphans' battle for Paru.