Ascendance of a Bookworm

About half of the snow that had covered the city had dissolved, and the sun was getting a little warmer. The winter cage is over and everyone gets to work on removing snow and preparing for spring. Tulli's work also resumed, and the day came every other day when he would come to visit the temple.

All the winter handiwork I was preparing at the orphanage was done and sold off to Benno through Lutz. Thanks to this, the orphanage budget is quite moist. Now that we still have quite a bit of snow in the woods, a little more, we'll be making paper while we go to the woods again to collect it.

Until then, the period of education meant that the former side-serving gray cleric was to teach the children etiquette. Seems that's why I wander around the orphanage, so if I don't educate the blue witch apprentice to be rude, I won't have trouble treating other blue clerics in the same way.

Education should now be taking place in the orphanage dining room, so inside the workshop it is as a galan, with nothing but me and Lutz, the darmuel of the escort.

"When you print your next book, you want to use a printing press just for the text."

"It's good to use, but how do you make a printing press?

"Uh, I'm going to modify and build a pressing machine..."

I take out the blueprints and show them to Lutz.

The early printing press made by Gutenberg seems to have modified the winemaking grape squeezer. I felt that an early printing press could manage to make it, but it is surprisingly difficult to rely on my memory to reproduce it.

"If you put the typeface down like this, paint the ink, put the paper down...... this is how you do it, Grrr"

I tell Lutz what the printing press looks like while I make it look like using a pressing machine that won't arrive. It will be Lutz's service to order or explain to the workshop more than I can get out of the temple.

"Then this...... formats? We have to decide how big this is."

"If you measure the picture book you made before, you'll soon find out."

While talking about the printing press with Lutz in the workshop, we measure everywhere in the measure and write it down in the blueprint.

Lutz glanced over his shoulder when he saw the design documents he had written as far as he could think of, such as fitting the table for placing paper here slightly oblique, or mounting a box with ink here.

"Hey, Mine. In the meantime, why don't we just stick with the extra stuff later?

"What's extra? You only wrote what you needed, right?

Instead, in my memory, I think there are more things that are missing or unaware or forgotten.

"That's where you put the paper, where you put the ink, that's what you need, but what's bothering Mine is how you attach it to the printing press, right? You know, why don't we just leave it at the table next to the printing press at first?

As Lutz said, if the formwork can be fixed under the pressing machine, the procedure can be printed at a minimum, even if it is cumbersome.

"Mine has a finished shape in his head, so he thinks too hard. Papermaking, at first, was a hand job, and there were plenty of substitutes. You just have to have the features you absolutely need to print like that."

"... well. Instead, the idea of making the pressing machine available for a few kids is more important, right?

While we're talking about that, we can design it. We talked about trying to make it in the simplest way, and we were going to have Ingo's woodworking workshop order it via Benno.

"And then you're gonna need some trinkets."

As for the printing press, I was about to talk about the formwork, the sticks and other small items because I decided on the whole thing, and Gil rushed to the workshop in a hurry.

"Master Mine!

"What's wrong, Gil? Time to go to the clergyman's room already?

Today, in preparation for the prayer ceremony, the side service of the woman is at the mercy of the total. For that reason, Fesspiel's practice was off.

"Rosina's mad"

"Huh?"

"I'm not ready for the prayer ceremony, but I'm just devoting my time to the printing press, so I was asked if you could call Master Mine, but quietly, I'm so angry"

Perhaps even though Fesspiel's practice time has decreased, it feels like the eight wins that I do what I want account for the majority of it.

"Yes. So, Gil, will you be pissed off in my place?

"Ooh!...... hmm? Just give me a minute. No! I don't want to!

For a moment Gil hurries and shakes his head in a blurb like a hack.

"I'll definitely take you back to your room," he murmured as he and I unwittingly glanced at Gill about the way it was going. Mind you, I think I'll just have to go back to my room.

"... you're going to be pissed off because you have no choice. Lutz, I'll take care of the rest."

"Okay. Tomorrow's your big day, isn't it? Good luck with that."

Rutz stroked my head lightly, and I nodded uncomfortably. Then I return to my room in the form of being taken to the gills of the swelling surface.

Breathtaking of the tragedy of the room.

In my room, where I refrained tomorrow from departing for the prayer ceremony, clothes, shoes, tools to prepare my body, linens such as towels and sheets, dishes, food on the road, writing equipment, paper, book boards… luggage, as if it were a move, is to be packed in boxes by the side servants.

Several crates were placed in the hall and food was seen packed. There are still some empty crates. After today's cooking, some of the cooking tools are to be carried out.

Going upstairs, the mess in the room got even worse. Linens are packed in crates and waiting in order for clothes and shoes to be packed. Other supplies occupied the table. Delia, Rosina and Vilma are busy moving in there.

"Dear Mine, you must not go to the workshop even though you are not ready for the prayer ceremony"

I'm not ready, Rosina says, but if I try to prepare myself, I'll be pissed. It is said that I should not lay my hands on it, because preparation is a work of flanking. Apparently, it's my job to take a good look where everyone's ready.

"Me too! I don't feel motivated! It would be an important part of Master Mine!

"... my side service is excellent, so you wouldn't mind without me, would you?

"That's not the problem"

This time I take you to the prayer ceremony because I have attended the prayer ceremony with the clergyman, Fran, who knows a series of currents, Rosina because it must be the woman who takes care of me around her, then, the cooks Hugo and Ella.

Vilma is for orphanage management, Gill is for mine workshop management and Delia is leaving a message with room management. The other cook and the girls who assisted Ella during the winter are supposed to cook meals while she's away.

"Still, that's a lot of baggage"

Rosina raised her brow lightly as I squealed unexpectedly, looking around at her room where there was more luggage than I expected for the winter cage.

"Master Mine's luggage is less. If you're Christine, you'll need two more boxes of costumes, lots of musical instruments, and painting supplies."

"You have to start getting your stuff ready pretty early. It was tough going out to the aristocracy."

I agree with Rosina, laughing that Vilma also dulls. Surprised at Christine's awesomeness, she sliced it off as a snack after Rosina glanced lightly at her as she noticed something hah.

"... Um, Master Mine. May I take the fesh peel?

"Though I think it's easier to leave because it's not mine?

I shook my head gently when I saw the fesh peel that was placed to decorate the corners of the room. That's a debt from the chief cleric, and it's not like it's good to have it at your discretion. Breaking, losing, or being stolen isn't so easy to pay off.

Still, so that she can't give up, Rosina stares at Feshpeel.

"... why don't you ask the Chief Cleric?

"If it's okay to just ask, I'll ask."

"Thank you, I know."

In the end, I left the room with Fran and Dermuel, saying that it was time to help the clergyman, which was not of great use even when I was in the room.

"Prayer ceremonies are hard to prepare for. Although the request of the Knights was highly urgent, it didn't take much preparation, so it was easy as a side service."

Unlike the aftermath of the trombes we went to at the request of the Knights, the prayer ceremony will be hard to prepare because we will be traveling the countryside by carriage, Fran says.

But for me, it makes me more depressed to think on the road than to prepare. At the point of traveling by carriage, I don't feel like going anymore. Even when I arrive in the countryside, I feel absolutely corny and useless.

"Ha, is there anything you can do without going to a prayer ceremony?

"What are you talking about, witch apprentice? A prayer ritual is an important ritual, isn't it?

Don't tell Darmuel anything rare, but I want him to miss out on a bit of stupidity.

"I know, Dear Darmuel. However, given the journey in the carriage, I don't see how much sleep I'm going to have..."

"... Mm. Normally, it's tough, so the witch apprentice will be burdened. With that in mind, if Master Ferdinand had nominated him, there would have been no escape."

I know I can't escape. Still, I could not give up, and I tried to predict when my help was over, and I also said to the Chief Cleric a foolishness in the name of the last evil ascension.

"Chief Cleric, do we absolutely have to get to the countryside? I think I'll definitely get sick in the carriage..."

"Hmm. That sounds like a lot of pills."

The Chief Cleric said so lightly, without saying anything. When I get sick, they tell me to force me to get back on my feet with the medicine, and I have a crush on that medicine, and I warp my face.

"... Is the drug, possibly, a drug that works but is bitter and bad enough to be dying?

"Yes."

"Ugh, I don't want to go any further"

If the carriage moves makes you feel sick, you get sick, you get drugged with the clergyman's special medicine, and out of bitterness, you are forced to get fit and perform the ritual, then you move and fall again. I guess that follows Endless until he finishes his tour of the countryside. Just thinking about it is depressing.

"Chief Cleric, at least do something about the taste of the medicine. Or you could just get ready for a sleeping pill and spend some time sleeping until you arrive, or you could travel with a stone statue that moves with the magic of those knights, not a carriage... something you can't do?

Laying out a proposal that comes to the head of the clergyman in a mood to cry, the clergyman nods slightly in a pulling mood.

"... sounds a lot more true. Let's think about it a little."

"Thank you very much. And then my side of the line says you want to take the fesh peel, but you can't, right?

As far as I'm concerned it's too expensive to carry, it was easier for me to say no, but the clergyman gave me a light permit.

"No, rather, if Rosina will accompany you, you can have her show off. It'll be a good consolation for a long night."

"Huh? Is that okay? Outside the city there are also bandits and beasts, who heard it was dangerous, but is it okay to travel with expensive objects like instruments?

When I blink my eyes with incredible thoughts, the chief cleric also frowns inexplicably.

"There can be no foolish bandits who attack a carriage headed for a prayer ceremony in which priests and nobles ride"

"... yes, is it?

I think nobles with money and good things are the ones who are going to be targeted, but am I wrong?

"Mine, it's mostly peasants around here who become bandits"

"Huh? Aren't bandits a bunch of people stealing things from people for a living?

"Fool. If a bandit leaves, the merchant tries to avoid the path. Naturally, more escorts and harder hands if you go by, and too much damage will cause the Knights to crusade. There's no way a bunch of people can steal anything they want to live."

The merchant thought it was something with quite a few commutes, but is it not? After all, the Chief Cleric sighed lightly at me when the circumstances did not swallow well.

"Peasants often banditize to wind up goods and gold at all from merchants passing the road, but if they attack nobility, the Holy Grail will no longer be brought into the land. There are no foolish peasants who come to their hands on nobles and clerics heading to prayer ceremonies. It's just a payback for attacking a nobleman."

I see, nobles are magical, without exception, on coming directly into their lives, so they're not attacked.

"So are we safe on the road?

"... Well, yeah"

It seems to be a safer journey than I thought, although I was concerned that the clergyman's answer was only a little bit badly toothed. I was horrified about that.

The morning when we left for the prayer ceremony began in a real hurry. I have been cleansed, clothed for rituals, and I have been clothed for rituals. As we head to the countryside, the shoes are newly tailored knee-length boots. Am I the only one who thinks the roads in the lower town are worse, although Fran said the mud jumps?

I pack the tools I was using for my checklist one by one, tie them to the bees with strings, and when I finish packing the last, Fran and Gill carry the boxes one by one to the carriage. Rosina grabs the boxes of fesh peels she packs carefully and takes them to the carriage.

The room I finished prepping was gallant. I speak one voice at a time to the side service that leaves me voicemail.

"Vilma, please tell me about the orphanage."

"Yes, Master Mine. By the time I get back, I'm sure they'll be very well-behaved."

Praise the children for their growth, and they said, I nodded. And I knelt on the spot, and I saw Gil on his face saying, "Come on, praise me," and I reached out.

"Gil, I'll leave the workshop to you.... Gil would be fine, wouldn't he?

"Oh, leave it to me!

"Delia, please stay away"

"Yes, I did.... also! What is it, that anxious face!? Master Mine, please work hard."

Delia, who scratched her red hair with parsley, stares at me. The anxiety is not with the remaining Delia, but with me on my way.

"Ugh... Carriage, are you okay?

"Me too! Don't say anything that worries me about this one!

"I'll do my best."

When I say that, Delia looks very anxious.

Fran spoke softly when he saw that he had finished greeting everyone down the street.

"Master Mine, it's time to head to the carriage"

"Yep. Okay, I'll go."

"Welcome aboard. We look forward to your return soon."

Dropped off by the side service, me and Rosina, Darmuel, with Fran in the lead, left the room. The carriage is attached to the main entrance of the aristocratic area, so I'm heading that way.

"Me and Rosina have a final check on our luggage and a meeting on the road with Arnault, so Master Mine should wait in the waiting room with Master Dermuel. There must be a clergyman there."

As I was headed to the waiting room with Dermuel, I saw a clergyman with a side service coming this way with an early foot.

"Good morning, Chief Cleric."

"Good morning, Mine, you go to my room. I have an urgent business to attend to. I have orders for Arnault and the others, so head to your room first. Darmuel's good, too, huh?

"Ha!"

"Yes."

When the clergyman puts that down, he heads toward Stasta and the carriage again. Very fast, though graceful at first sight. After seeing Darmuel for a moment, I went to the priest's room.

The clergyman's room also had a side service to leave a message on, so he let me through the room. I was recommended a seat, and after a while I waited, the chief cleric returned.

"You kept me waiting, both of you"

"Chief Cleric, what is the emergency?

While I lean my neck and ask questions, the chief clergyman tightens one paper-packed cupboard after another and locks it.

"We are going to ride the Devil's Stone Riding Beast. The carriage has been told to leave earlier and head to the countryside where we are staying tonight."

"... is something wrong?

"I wish I didn't"

With that said, the chief cleric walked into the stash room with a bunch of keys and came right back. Grab a bracelet with a light yellow demon stone ring and seven colored stones on its hand.

"Mine, keep these on"

"Dear Ferdinand, this is..."

"Just in case."

I saw the same bracelet on the clergyman's wrist offering his magic gear towards me. Similar rings are fitted on the middle finger.

Speaking of which, he also lent me the ring when the Knights requested it. That helped, so I guess I'll say keep it this time. I gratefully received and put a ring on my left middle finger and a bracelet, just like the chief cleric.

"And then it's very hard to say..."

"Yes?"

"To my companion...... one more blue cleric"

"Huh?"

It was almost at the same time that I opened my eyes wide and the door opened and one blue cleric and Calstead came in.

"It's Zilvester I'm supposed to accompany this time. You're the civilian witch apprentice."

The eyebrows and deep green eyes that seemed firm willed were looking down at me, and the purple hair with a strong blue flavour wobbled about in my back. It caught my eye somehow to put my hair together in one piece behind me and fastened it with a silvercrafted hair clasp.

He's a little shorter than the chief cleric, but he's in a disappointing shape. It is more convincing that this man is said to be a knight than that the chief cleric is said to be. It feels like I saw it when I was old. It looks the same age as Benno and the clergyman. Though I can't guess because Benno and the clergyman look the same age in my eyes.

"... you're small. Is this the end of the christening ceremony? Didn't you call it an age difference?

After staring down at me cursorily with his deep green eyes, Zilvester snorted with hun. I panicked and said, "I didn't! swallowed the word." Zilvester is a blue cleric. It is an opponent who must not argue with momentum.

"You, Puhi-chan, ring it."

When he narrowed his eyes and wondered if he was looking down at me, all of a sudden Zilvester biscified his index finger.

Keep up the momentum and get your cheeks pounded, fingers hitting your cheeks with a grunt feeling. Unexpectedly, I said, "Yes!" And he looked at me, who raised his voice, and Zilvester frowned and shook his head.

"No. Pu Hi, it rings."

Though somewhat less powerful than earlier, I was slammed in the cheek with an urchin, and I turned my gaze to the chief cleric for help.

After laying his eyes down for the first time, the clergyman exhales as if he had given up, distracting himself from his gaze.

"Mine, the man has a bad personality. But the sexual roots are not rotten. Give it up and deal with it properly. And then, Zilvester, Mine is frail. If you mess with me too much, you'll die. More than that, Calstead. I mean here..."

"Ha!"

The fact that Calstead turned to the chief cleric who spread the map leaves me in front of Zilvester with a pale darmuel. The hand of salvation is gone.

"Here, ring"

As Zilvester pounds my cheek over and over again, my dark green eyes gradually become more and more rugged. You can't piss off the aristocracy from before you leave.

"Pu, Pu Hi"

When I rang as requested, Zilvester nodded satisfactorily and then began poking again.

"Okay. Ring more."

"Puhipuhi, puhino..."

I was filled with anxiety before I left that I had to head to the prayer ceremony with a blue cleric who would do this unintelligible thing.