Ascendance of a Bookworm

After asking the clergyman if he could put the craftsman in the room, he asked Benno to bring the shoemaker in quickly.

"Bless the snowmelt. May the Spring Goddess bring great grace"

That being said, Benno and the two shoemakers came along with a greeting to life in the spring. I welcome the craftsmen as I sit in the hall chair.

"May there be blessings of the goddess of water, Fruitraine, and his family"

As Darmuel, the escort, gives me a glimpse, the shoemaker of Benno's age and his assistant quickly measure the size of my feet and ask me questions about what design to make them, and what skin to make them shoes with.

"Right. Shoes are the top priority when you go to prayer ceremonies. You need horse-skinned shoes."

"Then let's make it a white shoe."

"You shouldn't, Delia. Prayer ceremonies are about walking in the countryside. Dark colors are preferred."

Rosina and Delia will decide without me having to answer. Fran is squeezing her expression as she listens to the two conversations. Fran is here because I asked him to keep an eye on me.

My predictions are correct, and those are nice, and I want to add this, and more and more decorations and orders. Fran, who was looking at those two, cuts and throws them away in one word.

"Delia, you don't need any more decorations. Rosina, Master Mine will soon grow, so you won't need that many. You just have to buy it again as you grow."

Delia loves luxurious things and beautiful and cute things from the start, and if it comes to shopping, the tension keeps rising and doesn't stop. If it's also made to order, it must be getting more and more luxurious shoes.

Rosina had good taste because she was Christine-sama's sidekick, and she's got what she needs, but there's something a little strange about the required number of standards. When I am not financially incompetent and, depending on my taste and mood, I become insolvent when I am considered the same as Master Christine, who has kept everything I want.

Fran is well aware of the requisite minimum of courteous sophistication because it was the side service of the clergyman who hates futility. However, both the Chief Cleric and Fran themselves are men, so their taste in cute and beautiful things is inferior to Rosina's.

While grasping Fran's line of holding, it's my job to take in the opinions of Rosina and Delia and ultimately order them.

"Master Mine, do you mind?

"Yeah, with these three legs, please."

In the end, to get to the countryside, a long boot with horse skin to a well-made knee and a short boot with softer pig skin. Then we decided to order three pairs of fabric luxurious shoes to wear in the temple or in the aristocratic district.

When he finishes his order and the shoemaker finishes his return journey, Benno sees me.

"I'm sorry, but I need to talk to Master Mine about something important. Fran, could you show them to the gate?

"Okay, Delia. Send the shoemakers to the gate. Rosina asks you to prepare the tea."

Fran, nodding at Benno's words, can tell Delia to send the shoemaker to the gate. Delia, who was tense in her shopping, was in a good mood to take the craftsmen out of the room.

"So, what's the story?

"Master Mine, Johann came to the store the other day. They've finished the assignment."

An item of challenge, where I blink. At the end of autumn I became a patron of Johan the Blacksmith. Johann was asked to create a metallic typeface to the important issue of whether or not he could be recognized as a single person as a Dapla.

"Huh?... Um, Master Benno. What's an issue... a metal typeface, right? Huh? I think it's very early.

Basic 35 characters have two types of characters with the same sound. In both, having the vowels ready for typography at 50 and consonants at 20 was a challenge I put out to Johan, but I didn't think it would all end during the winter months.

"As for, they want to get a rating from the patron, Lord Mine."

An assignment is an order from a customer. They have to show it to the customers who ordered it first and get that rating.

"If possible, I know you should come to the store, but if Master Mine can't leave, would you mind bringing Johann and his blacksmith parents here?

"... I'll talk to the Chief Cleric"

"Yes, sir."

As for the humans entering and leaving my room, the Chief Cleric and Dermuel are very nervous. If I don't ask you, I can't get back to you.

"I have told Johann that if the snow does not break, Master Mine will not be able to come to the store, so please be sure to act with caution, with the permission of the Chief Cleric."

"Yes."

Benno stabbed me with cancer and nails.

I will ask the Chief Cleric to come and see you soon. Apparently, the clergyman cleaned up the massive amount of work that had accumulated during the winter cage, and the meeting time was soon decided whether he was relatively free.

"Um, Chief Cleric. May I invite Johan the Blacksmith and his parents to my room?

"... Does the name come up mean you know him?

"That's right. I'm Johan's patron, so I have to appreciate what Johan made."

Hmm, and the chief cleric slaps his temples lightly with a ton of fingers.

"Mine, does a blacksmith named Johan know you're a blue witch apprentice?

"No, I'm not talking about it in particular. So much so that Johann thought I was the lady of the Gilberta Chamber of Commerce, and maybe Master Benno hasn't spoken."

"Right. Then stop inviting me to the temple. You should go to the store."

"Why are shoemakers good and Johann not?

As I leaned my neck, the chief cleric, exhaling softly, taught me.

"The shoemaker came to the Witch Apprentice room to make shoes for the Blue Witch Apprentice with an introduction by the Gilberta Chamber of Commerce. But Johann will come to the temple to show his goods to Mein of the Guilberta Chamber of Commerce."

"... ah"

When I held my mouth, the chief clergyman opened his eyes.

"During the winter months, I've tried to gather information in various places, but Benno probably keeps the information down a lot when it comes to you. A child connected to the Gilberta Chamber of Commerce and a blue witch apprentice, few seem to know that you are the same person, and your qualities did not seem surprisingly known."

Speaking of which, Benno said he was considering keeping me out of the table. If the chief clergyman affirms after his research that he is not well known, he must be working really pretty hard on it.

"Then it would be better if you went out to the store. I don't really want to spread it to people in lower town when you're a blue witch apprentice."

"Okay. I'm coming to the Gilberta Chamber of Commerce."

Long time no see. To the sense of emancipation that I could get out of the temple I felt my face loose, but I tighten my face desperately to keep my emotions out of it as much as possible. But the chief cleric cut and discarded my efforts "creepy with only my mouth nibbling".

"Dermuel, ask for Mine's escort. Mine, always use the carriage when you head to the store. Never walk flirtatiously outside. You can contact Benno about the carriage. Then be careful not to expose yourselves outside."

"Ha!"

"I'll be careful"

I laugh softly, nodding at the precautions of the chief priests who come out one after the other.

... Wait, my metal typeface! I'm coming to see you now!

Of course, I just made up my mind, there's no way I can go see him right away. I have to call Lutz, who works in the orphanage, ask him to give me a message to Benno and ask him to turn the carriage around.

Benno will also keep in touch with the blacksmith workshop, and the date and time of the meeting will be set. It is also possible that the meeting day will be postponed because the weather is bad and the snowstorm may prevent the carriage from serving.

"You will also need metal typescripts about blanks and symbols. Looks like you should make your next order."

Until the day of the meeting, I will write the next order at least. Beside it, I don't miss getting ready to head to the store.

"Should I be ready for ink and paper, then, horseradish, rags? You should know how to use it. Fran, ask Gil to get you ready in the workshop."

"Yes, sir."

"Master Mine, what the hell are you coming to the store to do?

As I speak with Fran about my preparations for the Gilberta Chamber of Commerce, Delia looks at me with a frightened face.

I have no idea how much information is flowing from Delia to the Temple Chief. I laughed nicely.

"Product rating."

Darmuel and Fran, the escorts, and Gil, who has a strange antagonism for Lutz, are with us this time. He insisted that the work related to the Gilberta Chamber of Commerce was his own property keeping the workshop, so he decided to take it.

Gil will perform a simple printing demonstration, as I cannot move, even though I will lightly explain the use of metal typescripts in the store.

We head to the Guilberta Chamber of Commerce in the wagon that Benno pointed at us, shaken by rattles. The moment he left the Temple Gate, Darmuel, who had never been out of the lower town, distorted his face to the stench and filth drifting in the city.

"What the hell is that smell?

"... I think it smells like downtown and I just have to get used to it"

... That's what you'd look like if you only knew that beautiful aristocratic city and the carefully cleansed temple. I know, I know.

I got emotional that I must have walked through the city with this look on my face when I first became mine. You'll soon get used to it and be able to live normally. I think human habit or resistance is amazing.

"This must be the challenge from the Chief Cleric. You need to go downtown to escort me."

"... I see. This is a tough challenge."

The carriage reached the Guilberta Chamber of Commerce with only Darmuel's face distorted. Marc comes out in front of the store to pick up the carriage.

"Welcome, Master Mine. Ladies and gentlemen, you're here."

"Hello, Mr. Marc. Please guide us."

"Witch Apprentice, Hands on"

I was offered my hand by Dermuel as a matter of course, and wolfed. I guess in this case you have to escort me like a lady, but being a seemingly non-lady, I don't have enough experience to get you to escort me smartly.

Somehow, on top of the small steps of the carriage, the steps are huge for me. If you're distracted by Darmuel's hand, you're in danger of falling off.

"Dear Darmuel, Master Mine is still small and dangerous in escorts."

When I was sloppy and cold sweating, I excused myself, and Fran said no, and held me down.

"Ho. I'm sorry about that, witch apprentice. There are no young people around, so we don't know what we're doing."

"No, I am the one who must grow up and be able to treat Darmuel as a lady in public."

The road to the lady is dangerous, so I went into the store, adding in my heart that I didn't know if I could be a lady even when I grew up. Marc will guide us to the back room.

"Sir, Master Mine has arrived"

In the back room, the blacksmith's parents and Johann, then, Benno and Lutz were waiting.

"Thank you for waiting"

And as I went in, Johann and his parents breathed a little, and opened their eyes. Unlike the lightness of walking around the city with Lutz, the three of them are attracting company, so I don't think I can help but be surprised.

"Welcome, Master Mine,"

When Benno greets him, he greets him like his parents and Johann panicked.

I smiled at Johann in the front as I sat in the chair that Fran pulled for me.

"Good day, Johann. I heard you had an item for the assignment."

"This is the challenge..."

And when Johan saw the three Darmuels standing behind me, and let his gaze wander like trouble, he took out two boxes of squares wrapped in cloth, upon the table. Metal bumps into each other and makes noises inside the chatter.

Hearing the sound, Dokun and my heart roared.

"Exactly when I put it all in one box, it's too heavy, so I divided it into two parts."

Metal typography starts from where you make the paternal shape. The paternal form is a floating of letters on a hard metal. Making this paternal shape can be a very fine task, because you have to make a letter appear on a metal about a centimeter in size, so fine Johann craftsmanship is a must.

When the paternal type is formed, then, punch it into the maternal type made of soft metal. Then the parent metal recesses in the shape of the father-type letter. This maternal mould is then placed in the template and the alloy is poured into it. After cooling, remove the alloy from the template and a metal typeface with exactly the same letters as the father's will appear.

If the alloy is poured into the same template, remove it coolly. Repeating this creates a set of characters of exactly the same size.

"I was surprised faster than I expected. I can't believe I could do this so fast..."

I just stare at the wrap and I feel the highs of my indescribable chest. I felt my heart pounding and my head lifting up, and I held my chest, and I exhaled softly. Feeling like searching for a lover who can't see me, I stare at the other side of the cloth.

He seemed completely unaware of my impatient state of mind, and Johann scratched his cheeks pompously, laughing a little lit.

"... everyone was so excited to help me."

Regarding all the letters, it was Johann who made the paternal and maternal type, but where mass production ensued, the artisans who were free in the winter cage said they were amused to help.

My parents laughed Niyaniya and slapped Johan on the shoulder with a bang.

"It was a big laugh at the finesse that could not be Dapla's challenge as we competed over who would most cleanly flush alloys and devise efficient ways to make them. That's the patron who's going to see Johann's arm, guide the blacksmith god Vulcanift."

Though she laughs and teases Johan, she was impressed that Johan, who sells finesse, had a patron who would place a proper fine order, and that the parent was a patrol brought by the Blacksmith God.

I also thank you from the bottom of my heart for this tour.

"This metal typeface is a real hardening of our workshop craftsman. Johann, show him."

"Yes, Parent"

Parents prompt Johann to remove the cloth.

There were two shallow wooden boxes about the size of A4, among which there was a shifty line of silver brilliance. The irregularities in the letters illuminate the light and sparkle.

As if all the basic characters are in place as ordered, roll exactly.

"Wow..."

I took out one metal typeface, with a very trembling hand of emotion, a small silver colour about 2.5 cm long with a solid inscription. With a metal that weighs firmly for a small portion, I look around the whole thing as I twirl it in my hand.

Then I took out another metal typeface and lined up the two on the table. Close your eyes and make sure there is no difference in their height. This difference in height greatly affects printing.

When I saw the typography standing on the table without a glimpse, I broke my friendship more than I could have imagined.

"What do you say, miss? Is that what you want?

If I hacked into my parent's voice and looked around, Johann swallowed solitude and waited for my assessment.

Comparing the box and Johan, which were tightly packed with small metal typescripts, I grabbed the metal typescript in my hand and nodded loudly.

"It's great! Exactly Gutenberg!"

"What?"

"I dedicate the title of Gutenberg to Johann!

"Huh?"

Only Lutz changed his complexion and approached my chair, shaking my shoulder as he opened his eyes and mouth around him.

"Mine, calm down!

I sit back and look up at Lutz.

"You can't stay calm! Gutenberg!?

"I'm so excited, idiot!

Rutz's rushed voice comes down, but there's no way he can calm down the finished metal typeface forward. I can't, I can't.

"Lutz, this is going to change the history of the book!? It's exciting, isn't it? It's exciting, isn't it? Come on, be more impressed! Share this moment!

"Bad, Mine. I have no idea."

Apparently Lutz can't share my emotions. When I look around the room, I have a confused face that no one understands. Isn't it too sad to share this emotion with anyone?

"Because it's the dawn of the printing age!? Everyone is in the presence of exactly the moment when history changes!?

I stand up rattling and preach the splendour of this metallic typography. But the surrounding reaction is not fragrant.

"It's Gutenberg!? Gutenberg's name is Johannes, too, and it's Johann. What a lovely coincidence! Miraculous encounter! Pray to God!

Lutz held his head as I prayed with bisci.

"... ahhh, miss. What the fuck is Gutenberg?

Parents of the blacksmith workshop blink their glimpses, inexplicably frowning. I was pleased with the words of my parents, who would try to empathize at all, and I gazed at my parents, with my hands together ghoulishly.

"He is a great man who has also performed equal to God in making a difference in the history of the book. Johann is the Gutenberg of this city!

In so claiming, it occurred to me that metal typescripts alone could not be printed. We need more than just metal typescripts to print, we need paper, ink and printing press. It's odd to only praise Johann, so maybe everyone's not responding well.

"... Oh, right? Not just Johann in metal typeface, but someone who makes ink, someone who makes printing presses, Mr. Benno in plant paper, and then, Lutz selling books. Whoever's missing it can't, can it? Excuse me. All together, it's Gutenberg. They're all Gutenberg people."

"I don't like that kind of fellow."

I let him in, and Benno immediately rejected me.

"What is not to like, Mr. Benno! It's an insult to Gutenberg for printing and publishing books and influencing the rest of the world! Rather, let us rejoice. Let's do it now and then. Right?"

Benno turned his gaze to Lutz as he said something after seeing me with a frightened, giving up look. Lutz shakes his head and exhales all the time saying "no treatment".

"When you have metal typescripts, the printing press is finally next! I'm ordering from the woodworking workshop. Wow, I can really print that! Wow, wow! Thank you Mestionora, goddess of wisdom!

My gratitude to Mestionora. Finally, my consciousness darkened at the summit of happiness.