Ascendance of a Bookworm

My name is Johann. I'm 15 years old and I just grew up in the fall.

Today I am heading to the Guilberta Chamber of Commerce, north of the city, with a tight-weighted box with my parents, in order to get an assessment of the challenges given to Dapla.

"Poor face, Johan."

"No, but I asked everyone to help me, but what if I was underrated..."

My job is often underrated by customers. To ask a detailed question, it's only natural that we should be able to do this, and no matter how faithful we are to the order, our satisfaction is not high.

If the rating from patrons is low, then naturally the blacksmith association will also be underrated. I'm always low on satisfaction, even though the most important thing is whether the customer is satisfied or not.

This time, Master Mine, who became my patron, is still a young girl. He said he was the workshop manager at Mine Workshop after the christening ceremony, but small enough not to look like he was finishing the christening ceremony very well.

And while he looks young, Master Mine's words and actions do not belong to a young child. I don't think the answers to the questions when ordering, the blueprints that are given to me, or the way I spend money on what I need, are very much children's.

I'm so close to my husband at the Gilberta Chamber of Commerce that he mistakes me for a girl at the Gilberta Chamber of Commerce. I twisted my neck about what the hell was going on, but I remembered many of the odd items that Master Mine had ordered, and I was convinced. For Mr. Benno, the dealer merchant, I'm guessing he's a valuable gold-generating person.

I don't know what the hell that precious talent is looking for and ordered this assignment. The workshop craftsmen were also tilting their necks to see what they would use it for.

"Welcome"

"Oh, Marc. Take me to Benno."

When he arrives at the store nervously, he is put through to the back room where he has been passed before and served tea. It's a room for shoppers to discuss business that benefits the store. The spaciousness of the space is enlarged with luxurious carpets and tapestries, which make me uncomfortable in a room where I'm not usually allowed to enter.

"Benno, are you there yet, miss?

Benno, the shop's husband, and his parents seem to be cheap friends, and unlike me, who is nervous about bees and can't even reach the cup, my parents, who sit next to me, drink tea without shards of tension.

Mr. Benno, sitting next to his parent's right, looked out for the chair, which was slightly empty, as he grabbed the cup.

"Oh, the carriage is spinning. One of these days."

"Carriage? Where's the lady?

I snuck my chest down to my parent's barbaric voice. Master Mine doesn't seem to be a lady of the Gilberta Chamber of Commerce, but he must be a millionaire lady.

"Sir, Master Mine has arrived"

An employee of the store, known as Marc, opened the door and encouraged him to enter with a respectful attitude. Then a young girl with three squire from behind Marc walks in in in a rough way.

"Thank you for waiting"

He was like Mine in brightly colored and warm clothes with long, flickering cuffs, like a noble lady. Not at all like when I was wearing apprenticeship clothes from the Gilberta Chamber of Commerce, I look away, surprised by the way I behaved like someone else when I came to the Gilberta Chamber of Commerce for a patron request.

Suspecting that he was really the same person, watching Master Mine sit in front of him as he remained a poker, he was swept away by an armed squire, like an escort standing behind Master Mine.

... Scary!

At the end of the greeting, I took out a box of metal typescripts that I had at my feet. My arms tremble in tension, the metal typography in the box shakes, making a chattering and pointy noise.

This turned coarse or frightened, and when asked how Master Mine was, Master Mine stared at the box with a lucid look.

Even though he has bright white skin that never hits the sun, only his cheeks are upbeat and colored, and his golden eyes, like the moon, increase his radiance and shake like a star.

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

The way you hold your chest and exhale gently is like a maiden in love, giving you a feeling of color that you don't think of as a young child.

I shook my head in a panic when I realized Master Mine was blinding me. I was just glad because I've never had this much to expect from what I make.

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

When I said that out of sight of Master Mine, my parents banged me on the shoulder from the side and started talking about how I was doing in the workshop. I can say whatever I want, but only the words that I am the guide of Vulcanift, the god of blacksmiths, I also realize it.

If I hadn't met Master Mine, I wouldn't have even been able to tackle the challenge.

"Johann, show him"

"Yes, Parent"

Encouraged by his confident parents, I took the cloth away and showed Mine-like the metal typeface that had been ordered.

"Wow..."

As Master Mine was impressed, he moistened the golden eyes like the moon, and took a snack and a single metal typeface. Roll it in your little hand and stare at it from various angles, like you see an important treasure.

... Will you be satisfied for this minute?

The moment I snuck out my relieved breath, the inadvertently moisturizing eyes of Master Mine turned into something much calmer and harsher.

I took another metal typeface out of the box and moved my face to a position where it would be horizontal, wondering if I had arranged it on the table. Then, narrow your eyes and start to detect differences in typography thickness and height.

... You're gonna be okay, right?

I've never been able to see the finesse of what I ordered with such tough eyes before.

Tensions like being eagled around your chest make you feel a stingy, unpleasant sweat.

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

My heart beat freaking out at my parents' words. Satisfied or not. Holding a sweat in my hand, I waited for Lord Mine's words.

Master Mine grabs two metal typescripts in his little hand and looks up.

"It's great! Exactly Gutenberg!"

"What?"

I know you're being praised, but I don't know what you're talking about, because of the way Master Mine is making his eyes sparkle and sound like he's excited.

"I dedicate the title of Gutenberg to Johann!

I don't know what that means, and I look at Master Mine with my mouth open like a fool. The atmosphere of the lady vanished in an instant.

... What the hell is this?

An apprentice at the Gilberta Chamber of Commerce named Lutz managed to calm down, but Master Mine's excitement did not stop. Rather, it feels worse when Lutz tries to contain it.

Nowhere have you said or acted like a sophisticated lady before. Master Mine, who stood up rattled, had an excited face and spoken quickly.

"Because it's the dawn of the printing age!? Everyone is in the presence of exactly the moment when history changes!? Gutenberg!? Gutenberg's name is Johannes, too, and it's Johann. What a lovely coincidence! Miraculous encounter! Pray to God!

I don't understand what Master Mine is saying anymore from start to finish.

Lutz tries to calm it down, but it doesn't seem to make any sense at all, and he begins to offer prayers to God who was soothed during his mitzvah at the temple.

If you look around, Mr. Benno is holding his temples, exhaling, and two of his squires are smiling troubled and looking at each other. Only one, the escort's squire, was as solidified as the first time he saw the madness of the Lord.

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

After all, I don't seem to be keeping up with the situation, and my parent's voice doesn't have the same power as usual.

But only Master Mine is in excellent shape full of energy. I mess my eyes up and wave a hot valve with my fingers together in front of my chest.

"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!

Something gave me a very heavy title. Hopefully, thinking rudely about wanting to quit, I somehow increased Gutenberg with such a special attitude that Master Mine reflected a little.

"Excuse me. All together, it's Gutenberg. They're all Gutenberg people."

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

Even if I say I don't like it, Mr. Benno is one of us. You can't let just one person fall out more than you are Master Mine's guarantor. Besides, one way or another, such a heavy title is more deserving of a big shop husband than a single artisan.

"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!

I felt like I could hear the silent conversations between Mr. Benno and Rutz from the look on his face, "What are you going to do, this" and "There's nothing I can do about it".

... I want you to do something about this unpackable air.

It was almost at the same time that I turned my gaze to my squire standing behind Master Mine and that Master Mine prayed to God again.

"Thank you Mestionora, goddess of wisdom!

The next moment, Master Mine fell down with a happy grin. It doesn't even move as it is, and the room fills with sinister silence.

"... whoops!? Master Mine!?

"Whoa!? Lady."

"Hey, what's up!?

Only I, my parents and three escorts stood up a little unexpectedly.

He knelt in haste and sighed at the escort to see how Master Mine was doing, with all the faces but grated me and my parents.

"Have you finally fallen? Now you're quiet."

I accidentally opened my eyes to Benno's words, who seemed to be sitting in a chair and not moving at all, but neither Rutz, who was trying to calm Master Mine, nor his squire seemed to have moved at all.

"Fran, Mine just needs to put him to sleep in that bench. 'Cause it's a carriage home anyway."

"I'm afraid so. Dear Darmuel, excuse me."

The squire, called Fran, lifts Master Mine, and carries him to the bench, which for some reason was placed near the fireplace. And I let him sleep softly and hung a thick, warm looking coat from the top.

As she blinked at how handy she seemed to have predicted this would happen, Ms. Benno tapped the table lightly with a ton of tongues and fingertips.

"So, shall we start the evaluation? Mine's unconscious, so I'll give him credit as guarantor instead. Ready?"

"Huh?... Can Master Mine stay that way?

I turn my gaze to Mine-like's sleeping bench to see if I can just leave a young child suddenly unconscious and evaluate the challenge for swallowing.

"What do you say, Lutz?

"Maybe I'll wake up by sundown. I'm too excited to have a fever, but I couldn't help but calm myself down."

Around his shoulders, saying he had no choice, Lutz is quite used to dealing with Master Mine.

"How many days is it this time?

"... it depends on how much excitement lasts, don't change. I can't read."

Fran and Rutz's talk showed that it was not uncommon for Master Mine to fall. Okay, but it's bad for the heart. I thought my heart would stop over here.

"In the meantime, the patrons were so happy to faint that you could appreciate it"

"Well, the excitement was obvious. There's nothing wrong with Benno, the guarantor.... I just wanted to know what the hell you're going to use this for."

That's what my parents said as they looked at the metal typeface, and I gently took out the luggage that Master Mine's squire boy had in his hand.

"I demonstrate. Master Mine told me to get ready."

"Gil, what are you doing?

"You decide to ink it and print it. Hehe."

Gill took the tools out of her luggage, in a way she was used to.

Master Mine ordered it and the roller I made before is turning black. Gil inks the roller.

"Master Mine says we should line up this metallic typeface and make it a sentence first. If I could do that, this is how I would paint the ink"

Shortly after stopping, Gill ran a roller over the metal typeface. Black ink sticks to the metal typeface that was glowing silver.

"Wow!

I accidentally shouted when I saw the dirty metal typeface without permission from Master Mine, a patron. But for God's sake, I couldn't help but notice, and Gil gently put a piece of paper on it.

"It's really a machine like a pressing machine, push it all the way, they're going to ink it, but this time they're just going to show you how to use a metal typeface, so don't rub this horse company from the top with him"

Explaining so as to be good at it, Gill wants to flatten it round, shrugging and rubbing it from the top of the paper.

I was the only one who was turning bright blue, and everyone else looked intrigued and peered into Gill's hand.

"If you ink it this way, peel it off and let it dry"

The paper peeled off with peron at Gill's hands was lined with letters sloppy with tight black ink. Gil uses the same procedure to make another piece of paper lined with exactly the same letters.

And, hehe, giggling, Gil held a piece of paper in his left and right hand, spreading it gently.

... So, what is it? What's this gonna end up like? It's a waste of paper. I want to have it.

Looks like I was the only one who thought that when I saw the paper. Mr. Benno, his parents and his escort changed their complexion in an instant and gave him a harsh look.

An escort named Darmuel takes a piece of paper from Gill's hand and compares the two with a rugged eye.

"Will one page finish in this short amount of time? I can't think about it."

And the parent takes out some metal typescripts of those without ink, sorts them flat in their hands, and roars.

"... Metal typescripts are letter by letter, so you're saying it's easy to combine sentences"

"Mine said it would be much faster than cutting the paper one word at a time"

Everyone frowns even more at Rutz's words.

"This is really gonna change history, as Mine put it."

Mr. Benno exhaled lightly, knowing the technique of printing itself, but did not think it would be easy to put the letters together so far.

"What do you make, that idiot..."

Was Mr. Benno's words an expression of everyone's mood, and his gaze is simultaneously poured on Master Mine, who remains unconscious on the bench?

Everyone seems to know, but I have no idea what's going on. However, I felt that using Master Mine as a patron would push me away into a stream I couldn't help myself.

"Mine said he was going to build a printing press, so I guess it's still going to work for a while"

Parents shook their heads with a difficult face to Benno's words, who said so in a slightly optimistic voice.

"He said he was going to order it from the woodworking workshop, so there's got to be a concept of what he's going to build. If you can pull a detailed blueprint like you can bring to Johann, it's not that long before you can print it."

Master Mine's blueprints are very detailed. Is it compatible with my finesse or is it getting finer and finer? If they prepared all those neat blueprints, craftsmen would be able to make them right away.

"No, even when the printing press starts to work, it doesn't immediately have a greater impact. Because the plant paper workshop is still the only one in this city, and the ink has just finally signed a contract to have the plant paper dedicated ink made in the workshop. The ingredients are overwhelmingly insufficient.... Well, it's only a matter of time"

That's what Mr. Benno said, scratching Gashi's head. And look at me with a giraffe of eyes. It was calm. It was not like before. I was breathtaking in a vicious atmosphere.

"Johann, you are Gutenberg. I was immediately given the title. Don't think you can get away from Mine."

Mr. Benno wowed me and I just shook my head and nodded again and again without thinking about it.

Scary. I want you to forgive me because I make everything. Mr. Benno nodded satisfactorily as he conveyed my mood like that.

"Okay, then."

"Okay, Johann. This way, please. From Master Mine."

Fran laughs calmly there, offering several pieces of paper broken in half.

Tilting his neck, when I opened the casserole and the paper, it was an order with detailed blueprints.

"Ha!?

There, blueprints were surprisingly written about the metal typography of blanks and symbols, not the letters I had ever made. I didn't think there would be a continuation of the metal typeface, I grip the paper with a trembling hand.

"What, this?

"Master Mine was strained that if Johann made me what I ordered, I would place an additional order. After they finish making the symbols, they will order metal typescripts of different sizes"

Good luck, encouraged, but not happy at all. It just looks like a nasty smile pushing something nasty.

"You've attracted a hell of a patron."

The parent hand placed on the pong and shoulder is very heavy. When I turned to my parents, their eyes filled with interesting light.

"If you place an order with Cancer, you will undoubtedly have a name in history, Gutenberg"

"Parents, please don't call me that title!

They must make fun of me in the workshop as it is and soon settle in. I didn't like it, and when I saw me holding my head, Lutz glanced lightly over my shoulder.

"I'm lucky I was expected by Mine. Give it up, Gutenberg."

"You were the first to be given the title. Johann, you're Gutenberg."

Mr. Benno says something more and more horrible with a serious look on his face. If we don't argue here, they can get away with it. Important road...... no, will you let your people get away with it? Instinctively, I thought so, and I opened my mouth.

"Both Lutz and Mr. Benno are Gutenberg buddies, right? That's what Master Mine said!

Chipped and tongued, but I'm not going to carry a title like this by myself.

"Then, even given his age and status, the Gutenberg representative is Mr. Benno, right?

"I'm sorry to hear that. Johann, the sooner you lose."

"What, that!?

After all, there was no settlement on the spot as to who represented Gutenberg.

Later, as a result of recommending Mr Benno to Mr Mine somewhat to the Gutenberg representative, he said, "I'm fine. They're all Gutenberg people. Because there is no superiority or inferiority," I got a diagonal answer.

... No! I didn't want that answer.

As a messenger of Mestionora, the goddess of wisdom, it was at this time that a group called Gutenberg was born in the city of Aerenfest, a historian of future generations, who invented printing techniques and would spend his whole life sending a large number of books into the world.