Ascendance of a Bookworm

He seemed quickly tired of making me sound puffy, and the movement of Zilvester's fingers stopped. But it didn't seem like I was tired of it, it just shifted my interest in something else.

"... what is this?

Simultaneously with such a grunt, Zilvester pulled through my wax.

Huh? My hair falls apart when I think about it. When I looked up, Zilvester, with a bow for the ritual my family had made for me, looked at the bow with interest.

Zilvester looks like an adult in his late twenties, but what he's doing is the same as an elementary school boy who doesn't make sense and doesn't know how to use his powers. The moment I thought so, the word "broken" came to my mind. I'm losing my temper.

"Or give it back"

I reached out unexpectedly. In my voice Zilvester narrowed his eyes niggardly like a Cheshire cat. Raise your hand to a position that will not reach me, and shake every inch of green leaf ornament from between your fingers. I don't even feel like giving it back to you.

"Here, take it"

"Give it back!

I was running out of breath as I chased Zilvester with my hands up and down and jumped a little.

"I've already given it back, and I'm telling you... mine, Xuan. Father, Mother and Touri made me, my bamboo."

Looking kickingly at the highly-positioned bamboo, he grips his fist. At the same time, I found magic builds up all over my body.

... I hate these boys.

"Wow! Watch the witch!

Darmuel's voice sounds like a hurry.

The turned clergyman and Calstead lifted their eyes and took out the glowing tact at the same time, swinging quickly.

"You fool! I told you not to mess with me too much!

"Don't impersonate your child!

Spapern! and a petty sound burst for two, simultaneously with Zilvester's head. I was surprised and breathed in the appearance of Zilvester, slapped with a deformed tact in front of me.

"You two wouldn't have to get mad, would you? Didn't I just tease you a little bit?"

Zilvester who doesn't seem to be punishing me at all, but the moment I find out that the Cleric Chief and Calstead will flaunt me after the limit, the rage that was rising all over my body softly falls out.

The chief clergyman quickly retrieved the scabbard from the hand of Zilvester, and returned it to me.

"Mine, can you put it back on yourself?

"Yes, thank you, Chief Cleric"

I quickly put my hair together with a tweezer. Zilvester, who looked at it funny, tried to reach for it again.

"Wow!

Calstead paid Bassi Zilvester's hand, pointing his finger at Darmuel, who was making his eyes black and white.

"I hope you're playing with Dermuel, not Mine. It's sturdy over there."

The clergyman also said, "Right. Play over there with Darmuel. Mine's this way," he said, waving his hands at the top.

And when the chief clergyman returned to the desk with me beside him, he resumed his meeting with Calstead. Darmuel said, "Geez! Please stop!" and the two of them, who completely ignored it, peek into the map and just set the course.

I exhaled with admiration, ho, on the map that was spread out on my desk. It was more detailed than the map I had seen before in a commercial guild.

The only maps I saw in a commercial guild were the name of the city and the streets, so this is the first map I've seen that shows the shape and topography of the territory. The territory is long shaped to the north and south and is color-coded to red and blue by some standard. Most of the area around this city is red, and the farther you go, the more blue you get.

... on what basis are they color-coded?

I wanted to ask, but decided it would be intrusive to ask the two of you who are seriously talking over my head, and I watched the map in silence.

"... Hmmm, let's do this"

"Well, let's get going"

"Darmuel, take Mine up and go. Zilvester's got this. Calstead is this."

When there is a convergence of opinions between the two of them, they will immediately head to the aristocratic gate. Calstead and Zilvester, with their large luggage, leave the room, and I am lifted up to Darmuel.

I whispered secretly to Darmuel.

"Dear Darmuel, I'd like you to distance yourself from that cleric, if you can."

"I sincerely want to do the same"

I was in agreement with Dermuel. Be wary of Zilvester and decide to open the distance at all. Zilvester is a blue cleric, but when you look at Dermuel's attitude, his parents' forces seem to be overwhelmingly above Dermuel's.

"Can't you guys just hang on a little bit?

I'm trying to keep my distance because if I piss you off, it could be like when I was in Sikikoza, but the other one comes by for some reason.

"Oh, it's just horrible"

With that said, I look for someone who might do something about Zilvester. Calstead's gone first and I don't see him.

I reached out and asked for help when I saw the clergyman, who had left me absent to serve the remaining side, chase me over Darmuel's shoulder with an early foot.

"Chief Cleric..."

To my pitiful voice, the chief cleric held his temple and exhaled.

"Zilvester, don't get too close to Mine. Even though the prayer ceremony hasn't even started, it's a hassle later when Mine becomes unstable."

"It would be too weak to be unstable to this extent, wouldn't it?

I guess it's because my eyes are closing in on Darmuel for holding me up, Zilvester puffing my cheek with his index finger. The chief paid the hand lightly and glanced cold at Zilvester.

"Oh, you're right. Mine is fragile, frail and troublesome. Don't make me say it again and again."

Calstead, who had been there earlier, opened the aristocratic gate, in a square just through the gate, waiting for him.

When the Cleric Chief and three of Calstead and Darmuel give out the Devil's Stone Riding Beast, the Cleric Chief gives instructions.

"Calstead leads the way, across Mine and Dermuel, me and Zilvester go behind. All right?"

Darmuel, who didn't protect me at all while Zilvester was messing with me, seems very unreliable as an escort. Honestly, I should have worked with the Chief Cleric.

"Witch apprentice, you look unhappy, don't you?

"Dear Darmuel did not protect me from Master Zilvester."

"Oh, that..."

Darmuel, who almost said something, stops perfectly for just a moment. After a tour to see if I could say it, ha, I sighed.

"... sorry"

Darmuel's riding beast is Heavenly Horse. I was put on its back, and Darmuel sat behind me and held the reins. As Basari and Heavenly Horse spread their feathers, they ran after Calstead's Griffon Horse, which flew earlier.

Running over the lower city, over the outer wall, Griffon Drop began descending immediately.

Probably where they say our neighbors take care of us with pork processing, the closest rural to the South Gate, the winter hall. It was as if there was a large, large wooden building like an old elementary school and a square like an athletic field.

It can also be seen from above that large numbers of humans are gathered in rural squares. There seemed to be about a thousand people. As we try to descend into the square, people push each other and open the place, leaving no one around the middle.

First Calstead slowly descended on the spot, erasing the horseman. Darmuel's Heavenly Horse flutters down there. Calstead lowered me, and the Heavenly Horse disappeared as Darmuel slipped down.

"Retreat!"

With the voice of Zilvester from above, the chief priest's lionhood descends. Looking up as he was held up by Calstead, who took a few steps back, he said, "Ha!" Along with a short hanging voice, something blue popped out of the lion.

"Become!?

"Whew!?

In front of a suddenly defiant folk, the blue shadow turned several times in the air, then decided to pose and descend.

"Ooh, ooh!

The excitement of watching spectacles, such as the momentum gained by Zilvester, spreads in an instant into the square, and the applause springs on Zilvester, who remains in position to pose.

"That idiot, he's too floating..."

At the same time that the indescribable bitter voice leaks out of Calstead's mouth, the lion of the chief cleric, who I can only assume has the intention of trampling Zilvester, has gained momentum and landed.

But with a quick, acrobatic figure, Zilvester flies off the spot and once again decides to pose.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!

More applause and a satisfied Zilvester is an elementary school boy who wants to show what he can do.

"... Is the Spring Prayer Ceremony an event where clerics show their folks their art?

I groaned in dismay at the presence of Zilvester, who did not resemble the blue priest I knew.

"Mine, that's not helpful, so you don't have to look. Instead, never set an example"

"You know Master Calstead, he treats you comfortably, so Master Zilvester is a very high ranking nobleman, right? Am I being asked to do something as irrational as when I was Shikikoza again?

How can I respond to someone who has no objections or anything to forgive and who is in the mood to hold the person under my eyes?

"Oh, no, I'm not the kind of man who wields violence. You can rest assured of that. But there are many unreasonable things that make my head ache."

"... If Gilvester makes an unreasonable request, can I cry, my future adoptive father?"

When I lean my neck and ask, Calstead, after a moment of rounding his eyes, raises the edge of his lips and laughs.

"Fine, come cry. Let's get rid of the bad guys who make the depositors cry from Master Ferdinand."

... My future adoptive father, I seriously rely on you.

After I snuck up on Calstead's protection, the chief cleric erased the lion and walked toward a place like a small stage being made in front of the square.

As the Chief Cleric moves, the waves of people can crack and go straight to the stage. A large chalice, about 80 cm high, was taken out of the luggage that Zilvester was carrying, and with respect, followed behind the clergyman.

"Look, go"

It was Calstead who said so and brought me down once, but when I observed my walking speed for a few seconds, I immediately held it back. And then he starts following the clergymen with his big crotch.

... I have no choice but to be slow because my legs are different in length.

After putting me down on the stage, Calstead and Darmuel stand before the stage and stare at the people.

A large golden chalice, a divine instrument, was passed from Zilvester to the clergyman and placed on a large platform that was set in the center of the stage by the hand of the clergyman.

"Begin the prayer ceremony with this. Village chiefs, come up."

With the Cleric Chief's call, five people come up on stage with barrels about the size of a 10-litre bucket with a lid.

Mine, it's time.

"Yes, Chief Cleric."

Not reaching the Holy Grail as I stood, I went up to the platform where the Holy Grail was lifted up by the clergyman. Pull forward with the red cloth on your knees on the table where it is laid.

The chalice, placed on the table, is shaped like a wine glass, with a large demonic stone attached to the round bowl section, from the stem section to the plate section, lined with intricate sculptures and small demonic stones.

And I sat on the table, and touched my hands gently upon the little demon stone of the plate part, and laid my eyes down.

"Fruitlène, the goddess of water, who brings healing and change, the twelve goddesses who serve on the side, the goddess of life, freed from Aveliebe, who gives his sister Gedurleich the power to nurture a new life."

My magic pours into the Holy Grail, emitting a cup of golden light. A voice rose from the people of the square.

"Dedicated to you is a song of joy and joy, prayer and thanksgiving, offering you the blessing of sobriety, filling you with precious colors with all that is in the wide, haughty earth."

When I finish my prayer complaint, the Cleric Chief and Zilvester gently tilt the Holy Grail. A luminous green liquid flows out of the Holy Grail and pours it into the barrels of the village mayor, which are lined up in sequence.

"Pray and thank the goddess of earth, Gedurlich, and the goddess of water, Fruitraine!

When one barrel was filled and the lid was covered, a part of the square began to shout out a prayer to God orally. Probably the filled barrel villagers. More people say their prayers and thanks when the next bucket is filled.

Until the five barrels were filled I continued to shed my magic, being careful not to leave the plate portion.

"Mine, that's enough"

I let go of my hand to the voice of the chief priest. When the Holy Grail, which was tilted, is put back to normal, I am lifted up by the chief priest and brought down to the stage.

I, who had been pouring magic all along, was stood in the center, and behind that half-step stood the chief cleric and Zilvester.

"Pray to God!

When I prayed with Ba in response to the voice of the chief priest, the people who were in the square also prayed with Za. I guess it's an annual accustomed prayer for the rural people. I pray as a matter of course compared to the people of Lower Town.

"This concludes the prayer ceremony. Live righteously with your new life, according to God's will!

As people cheer on the word of the chief cleric, Zilvester just wraps the chalice in a cloth, packs it in a bag, and then carries it as a package.

At the next moment, the Chief Cleric sent out the Devil's Stone Riding Beast and jumped on board with Zilvester.

"I'm stuck with my plans this time, so I'm on my way. Then God bless you."

Make sure you wiggle the gold powder, and a white lion circles the square. In the meantime, Calstead and Dermuel also put out horsebacks. I will be held by Darmuel, and I will ride the Heavenly Horse. A heavenly horse, moving his bass and wings, ran up to the sky, leaving the countryside behind.

Then by the time I had gone around the winter hall in the countryside about four and finished the prayer ceremony in each of them, the sun was already setting, and I was at rest.

"All I have to do is head to my place of stay. Witch apprentice, be well aware. We're gonna fall."

As Darmuel scolded me, I held the reins and snorted.

"Mine, get up."

"Heh!?

He was in front of a large mansion when his consciousness returned to the scolding voice of the chief cleric.

"Where are we?

"It's Baron Bron's summer hall."

The nobility, entrusted by the Lords with the management of the countryside, spends the period between the prayer ceremony and the harvest festival in a hall of land with a rural area, and in winter they go to the city of the Lords to report and pay taxes for a year and encourage the gathering of information between the nobles.

"And this place is a departure for clerics to stay"

Since clerics are supposed to visit each year during prayer ceremonies and harvest festivals, it is said that detachment is prepared as a place for clerics to stay in the aristocratic halls that keep the countryside in the territory.

Even if you are from the aristocratic class, you can also say that it is a building to keep the clergy, who are not strictly aristocratic, in isolation. On that evidence, they don't even need to see it after, as long as the delegates turn to greet their arrival.

"Arnault should be saying hello this time and having it open"

As the Chief Cleric said, there were many carriages stopped at the distance. I can see that the carriage that should have had a ton of luggage on it was as a galan and everything was carried inside.

"Welcome home"

When we opened the door of separation and went inside, we had all the sides. Though there were several strange faces, they are probably the side service of Zilvester.

Arnault, who came in alone, called out to the clergyman to whisper.

"I'd like to get my meal ready, but there are only two dining rooms. Can I help you?

"It would be nice if everyone ate in the larger dining room. But will you please leave Mine and Zilvester's seats alone?"

"Yes, sir."

Rural areas, where winter cages have just come to an end, do not yet have enough food to prepare all the rows of meals, including side dishes, so they can sell some vegetables, eggs and milk, but they must bring some cereals, oil, etc. This is why the remaining clerics now do not want to go to prayer ceremonies.

"Now, let's each gather in the cafeteria."

With the voice of the chief priest, each squire turns to the Lord.

Rosina and Fran came to me early enough. Seeing the two faces, I exhale ho and relieve myself.

"Master Mine, welcome back. Let's start with a new call."

I was guided into a room made up by the two of them.

The clergy travels for roughly two, so apparently there were only three lavish rooms for clergy, even in case of unforeseen circumstances. This time its lavish room was to be used by the clergyman, Calstead and Zilvester, and after thinking about his identity, Darmuel and I seem to have been assigned the room normally used by his squire.

"It might be hard for Master Dermuel. I'm no problem at all because I'm bigger than my own house."

Whether the grade of the room goes down, I have no inconvenience whatsoever. I am very satisfied with the carpets and sheets I have brought in.

Fran carried hot water to the bathroom, so I ask Rosina to help me bathe in the water. I was out all day so it was pretty neat when I used hot water.

By Rosina, a young grass coloured costume is chosen for dinner to wear fabric shoes with luxurious decorations that have just been tailored. Rosina chose from among the pigeons she prepared some for the prayer ceremony: the hand-worked little flower pigeon that Thuri was making this winter. Yellow, orange and yellow green flowers look like vegetable flowers to me. Spring colour.

"Hugo and Ella were straining to cook a meal. Tell me you can't lose to another cook."

"Well, I'll have to work hard, too."

Dinner, where the aristocracy gathers, is only a matter of concern to me.

Although Rosina and Fran have slapped me during the winter about manners, I will probably be able to look at how much I can do to the civilian population and from Calstead, who plans to become my adoptive father.

Then another concern is that Zilvester. I'm afraid I have no idea what he's going to say. If you're an elementary school boy, you can ignore it, but you can't ignore it altogether, either, because the other guy is from a high nobility.

"When you finished eating, you could have gone down to your room, right?

"... if you were invited to a meeting after dinner, you wouldn't be able to say no in Master Mine's shoes, would you?

... Oh, I have a bad feeling.

The meal was served in a large dining room. Everyone is dressed. It is a precious personal garment of the Chief Cleric who has only seen blue cleric clothing and full body armor. It is a relaxed garment with a deep green tone of aristocratic cuffs.

The same may be true of Zilvester in terms of clerics, but since he is someone I have never met before, I did not consider him greatly valuable in his personal clothes.

"You can't really tell from a noble lady in those clothes."

Calstead looked at me and said so with a light eye. You'll be sure to decide this is complimentary.

"I'm afraid, Master Calstead"

"You've been quite sophisticated during the winter. The fact that emotions are round is still something to improve..."

The clergyman basically doesn't immerse himself in a very praiseworthy mood because compliments and improvements come at the same time.

"Master Mine, this way please."

Let Fran sit in his seat and serve him. When he saw the plate that had been served with Cottori before me, Zilvester raised his voice.

"Why are you the only one who's different?

"Isn't it because cooks are different? Fran, you know what I mean?

Fran dropped his voice and explained the situation to me.

Of the two kitchens, the narrower was given to Hugo and Ella, and a meal for the nobles was made in the larger kitchen, apparently. Considering the number of employees, I think it's reasonable placement.

"Because I'm the only one with a different kitchen, so be it. Given the number of people, it would be reasonable for my cook to use the smaller kitchen."

I had no problem at all because I could eat what I was used to, but it's troublesome for the furthest seated Zilvester to look at this one intrigued.

"Don't smell good."

"My cook is very skilled."

While we're talking about that, we've got all the meals for everyone, so we cross hands in front of our chests and pray.

"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"

The moment I took a bite, I said, "No! Why eat!?" Jilvester's voice echoed. I don't know what that means, and I lean my neck.

"Huh? Why?

"Zilvester was interested in Mine's meal. I told you it smelled good.

The chief clergyman glanced lightly at his shoulder. Apparently, Zilvester's words were a nobleman-specific far-fetched reminder to give it away. I had no idea.

"I can't give you everything. Half the time is fine."

"Half a dozen?

Zilvester looked at me like he saw something incredible. It's this way that I can't believe it.

"This is my meal. No way, are you going to do a humble imitation of Lady Zilvester, an aristocratic blue cleric, taking all the meals of poor civilians?

"Shh, there's no way I would..."

In the end, they couldn't hold back their curiosity. Zilvester wanted half of it. Apparently, even if I ever lowered it to side service, I never did half of it with someone.

The chief clergyman and Calstead held his temples, exhaling in a grumpy sigh, and Darmuel was stiffened with a face like a wheel.

According to what the clergyman later told me, he was right to offer his plate if desired and wait for Zilvester to lower it to him instead. Half of it is incorrect. That was a shame.

I ate soup and was threatened with sending a cook over to Gilvester, who sparkled my eyes, but the meal ended safely thanks to the Cleric Chief and Calstead entering to protect me.

I take my seat, thanking the clergyman for letting me go.

"Then I beg your pardon. Please take your time later."

I greeted the men trying to enter the after-dinner meeting and softly tried to return to the room, and they stared at me by a zilvester with eyes that looked at the prey. Look at me with a deep green eye, and ask me to come here.

"Wait, Mine. You too. Let's talk about changing cooks."

... Ugh, I hadn't given up yet.