Ascendance of a Bookworm

"Ferdinand! Stop me now!

To Zilvester's fury, "I can't!" Immediately the chief cleric yelled back.

"You say you can't!? If you get attacked with all that magnitude of magic, you have no idea how much damage will be done to your surroundings!? If we cross the border, we declare war! At the very least, buy as much time as you can to strengthen the boundaries!

"It's impossible to stop, but it's possible to give direction"

The chief cleric, who said so quietly, sent the lion to Heavenly Horse, and looked at me.

"Mine! If you want to protect the Frans, pray to the wind!

Hearing the word of the chief priest, a painting of Burma's painted goddess of the wind rises in my head, who had not chosen to pray God. At the same time, the item of Goddess that I had looked into and put together was past my head.

Szczeria, the goddess of wind, is the goddess of autumn. Driven away by the Spring Goddesses, she is a goddess who protects the earth goddess, the sister goddess, from the god of life who returns with strength. Until we finish harvesting the life we grew up with, we continue to prevent the god of life with the shield of the wind, who comes to capture the goddess of earth with snow and ice. Unlike the goddess of water, who pushes snow and ice away, she is a goddess specializing in defense and protection.

... I will definitely protect the Frans!

I glanced at the rows of carriages covered in black beams that I could see below, and I breathed heavily.

Szczeria, the guardian goddess of the wind, the twelve goddesses who serve the side.

By praying to God and chanting his name, the magic that was swelling up in me took direction. Instead of an attack, the force to protect important objects flows from the entire body to the left arm and starts swirling.

"Mine, let the Dark God's kingdom not devour you with magic, wrap it further from above!

Listening to the voice of Zilvester, I looked at the black beard beneath my eyes and nodded small. It came out of my mouth when the words did, thanks to some prayer complaints that had been said and made to memorize by now for the ritual.

"Hear my prayers, give me holy power, give me the shield of the wind that keeps the harmless away."

Among the stones of the bracelet borrowed from the clergyman, the yellow demonic stone, the precious colour of Szzeria, the goddess of wind, sparkled brightly. The magic bursts into a bright light and flies straight towards the carriage.

As Zilvester told me, if I imagined the shield of the wind in domed form as it was heavily bowled so as not to touch the black junction, the magic moved as I had thought in my brain.

Make a high noise with Kin and you can have a round dome. From above, it looked like the carriage was trapped in a dome like a sculpture of a shield of divine objects into a large amber.

"Whoa, whoa!"

The men who were pushing the straw and the weapon into their hands suddenly burst into the other junction they could have had in front of them, or they were too motivated to stop, shouting out loud.

The moment the lead touched the juncture, the men were blown away simultaneously by strong winds.

"Wow!?

"What, what!?

Some of them have become like chess knockouts, others have really been blown away about a few meters. I watched the wind shield with a confused face so I didn't know what had happened.

"... That's brilliant"

A light-eyed Calstead looked under his eyes and said so. My thoughts on God's shield for protecting Fran and Rosina are the same as I had.

"Right!? You think so, don't you, Master Calstead? That's the shield of Szeeria, the goddess of wind! Pray to God for protecting Fran and Rosina!

"You don't have to pray any more!

As soon as I was more excited about the power of the shield than I expected and raised my hand with Ba, I was angry with Zilvester.

... But I've helped God, so don't you need prayer and gratitude?

As I glanced down in my mouth, I could see the men who rearranged their weapons pushing forward to try again. Just like earlier, a strong breeze blows up, blows up bah, and flies to roll those around him. After eating a few strong winds, no one advanced any further.

"Now there was a magical reaction in the woods"

Everyone saw Darmuel at the same time in Darmuel's words.

There was a magical reaction, which meant that there was someone there who did something, either trying to magically interfere with the wind shield or trying to magically prevent the wind from blowing.

It seems that those who possess too much magic are hard to sense the faint magic. Even though Darmuel, a lower nobleman, could tell, no one else could sense the magical reaction in the woods.

Everyone's expression got harsher, and the clergyman looked around at them all and gave them instructions.

"We head to the woods to explore. Darmuel, stay in the air and defend Mine!

"Yes!"

The moment I nodded heavily in reply to the chief cleric's instructions, I said, "No!," Zilvester shook his head.

"Darmuel, pull over more!

Zilvester stood over the lion of the chief cleric, wondering if he had said so. Then, in an unnaturally light motion, I also fly over the vastly spread wings of Darmuel's Heavenly Horse on board.

"Huh!? What are you doing!?

"It's dangerous!

Originally because of the stone, Tenma was where Zilvester rode and didn't shake at all. Zilvester approaches him in a totted, light motion with his hands wide open and balanced.

"You're in the way."

When Zilvester says so and puts his hand beside mine, he lifts it up high and, as it were, swings me wide with the boom.

I had no choice but to blink my eyes without any understanding of what the hell was going on, swinging wide left and right like a pendulum.

"Ferdinand, take it!

Shortly after Zilvester said so, I was thrown out vigorously. Nothing. Into the air.

"... Huh?

There was no preparation for my heart, and suddenly I was thrown into the air, staring open, not knowing what had happened. There's nothing to grab even if you stretch your arms. However, there is a large blue sky in front of me.

"Watch the witch!?

I could see Darmuel stretching his arms wide open, not only saying he was incredible just like me, but also Zilvester jumping a little over Darmuel's head with a horse-jumping procedure and sitting behind him in slow motion.

Just moments after being thrown in the air, the body, fluttering with momentum, immediately begins to fall trapped in gravity.

Huh, my body fell off as I cut the air, and my hair slapped Bishy on my cheek. Happily returned to me in that pain, I breathed in a stringless bungee jump with no heart preparation or safety considerations.

"Hiaaaaah!

"Ever..."

As I had predicted Zilvester's actions and my point of fall, the clergyman who moved the lion takes me gassy.

Maybe not even a meter has actually fallen. But it felt like a hell of a distance to me. The fear thrown into the air, which I could not help myself, was great, and my hand, which found something to grasp, grabbed the priest's clothes disappointingly. The roots of my teeth don't fit into the fear that now that I've been accepted, I fall without the art of doing it.

"Ko, I'm scared..."

"What else?"

The chief clergyman tried to calm me down by tapping my shoulder several times as I sat down on the lion and grabbed my clothes disappointingly. But there sounds the voice of Zilvester, the culprit who shook me up, and my whole body shrinks.

"Ferdinand, you stay here! It's not always that way!

Copy that.

"The boundaries are close. We'll get him before he gets away. Come on, Calstead!

"Ha!"

With that said, the two horsemen fly towards the woods. The clergyman, who was watching behind it, exhaled lightly.

"What you're doing is abusive, but forgive me for putting your safety and rationality first."

"Huh?"

"The magicians in the woods only possess a degree of magic that is not so different from that of Dermuel. The best way to sense it is to be accompanied by Darmuel. Also, if the magicians over there were, it would be dangerous to leave Darmuel and you alone."

The chief cleric frowns to explore his surroundings without alarm.

I found out with my skin that I was in a really dangerous condition now, not if I was trembling at being thrown into the air.

"Mine, will you pray for their martial arts together?

"Yes."

I nodded cocklessly, being presented with what I could do, protected in the air. I'm not afraid to be doing something.

The chief cleric is taught to pray and complain about it together.

"Lyden Shaft, God of Fire, gives them the protection of Angleaf, God of Warrior Warfare"

Me and the clergyman, the bracelet for two glows blue. He flew straight towards them as the light flied out of the blue demon stone crossed as it twirled.

Zilvester shook his glowing tact loud as a bun over the woods, flying a big red bird. Looking at it as if it were an immortal bird, the bird spread its wings wide and disappeared as it melted. A red and clear wall rises where the bird was spreading its feathers.

Then, the next big bird of the same yellow jumped, flying around the perimeter, melting and glowing powder, pouring down on the perimeter.

Almost at the same time the red bird becomes a wall, Calstead turns a glowing tact into a large sword with both hands.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Calstead shook out loud with Bunn as he waved a big two-handed sword glowing in rainbow and somehow raised his loud voice.

A cup of dazzling light jumps out of his sword and falls straight into the woods.

"Wow!?

As if even the meteorite had fallen, a loud noise sounded without interruption that paralysed his ears, and at the same time the ground swayed like an earthquake had occurred.

Part of the forest blows up, as the big explosion happened shortly afterwards.

"I'm impotent..."

Hacked by the chief priest's voice, I looked up to the chief priest.

"Is the carriage, is the carriage safe!?

"There seems to be no problem at all, as it is a dual boundary between darkness and wind"

"Good."

To the word of the chief priest I hold my chest and exhale ho. Shortly afterwards, he was struck by a crisp glare.

"What's up, Mine?

"I think I lost my physical strength, knowing that everyone was safe. It's getting a little cold."

When he conveyed the sensation of limp and loss of strength throughout his body, the Chief Cleric frowned and laid one hand on my neck muscle.

"It's getting pretty cold. Isn't that too much magic?

"... Huh? Oh, maybe so."

Speaking of which, I have been in this state even after the first ritual of service. I ate something sweet then and slowly shed the magic in the back and I recovered immediately. But now I don't have the magic in me to just let it go all over my body.

"Chief Cleric, I have no magic. I really don't have enough magic to spin all over my body."

I've always been able to push in extra magic, but this is the first time I've lost magic and it's not enough, and I don't know what to do.

"The pills are basically in the carriage. I can't go back until I can make sure it's safe.... for now, drink this. It's like a first aid, but it would be better than nothing."

The clergyman removed the ornament of an elongated goldsmith like the test tube he had attached to his belt and pushed the small round stone in a gut. At the same time, the kapa and the upper part open.

I tried sniffing the stuff handed to me, but it didn't smell like bitter herbs. Tilt and drink cockle and a thick, sweet liquid spreads through your mouth. It resembled a medicine taken when using magic equipment that explores memory. It feels more intense, but in the same direction.

"Keep your eyes closed and sleep. When you wake up, now it's bitter medicine and sermons."

I nodded and closed my eyes.

"Master Mine, have you noticed?

"... Rosina"

I slowly woke up when I noticed Rosina peeking into my face to see how things were going. Immediately afterwards, his head creases as if he were anemic, and his head falls softly on the pillow.

"You mustn't move suddenly. They must have been a lot impotent to protect the carriage that was attacked, right? The priests were frightened."

"I am prepared because it has been declared before my consciousness is interrupted that it is a sermon later. Besides, Rosina, Fran and Ella, are you all right? Did you ever get hurt or feel painful?

Was I able to protect everyone properly? Too sad it didn't make sense to fall over with too much magic and wait for bitter pills and sermons.

"Yeah, including me, if there weren't any injuries in the line, there didn't seem to be anything broken or stolen"

"Yes, good"

With me asleep again, Rosina told me what had happened to the carriage.

Suddenly, the carriage stopped abruptly in the black darkness, and as I was asking what was going on through the window, I was surprised that a peasant with a weapon came out of the back of the forest. Afterwards, when I stood to be assaulted, I flew away to be bounced by something.

That the sky suddenly glowed and there was a loud voice and explosion but no wind pressure on the carriage, so I had no idea what was going on. That the clergy chiefs then showed up and found out that they protected me.

"It was Master Mine who caused the most damage. Because only one person is unconscious and trembling with a cold body."

My consciousness falls with Rosina's explanation into her bedtime story.

"... If you weigh peasants and gray clerics, the priority is to make crops and pay taxes. Thanks to Master Mine, we were all helpful. Thank you. I know."

The next time I woke up, the clergyman called it a sympathy and came with a very painful and bad pill. Give me the green medicine in the vial all the time.

"Drink this."

"Hih..."

Pulling my body, there is no escape for me just to get up in bed and sit down.

The chief clergyman turned a sharp glance at me as I butted in, even though I knew I would be drunk.

"Have you got a little magic back?

"... not yet"

"What else? I can't stay here forever. You want me to pick your nose and force you to drink it?

If my magic does not recover, I cannot leave. If everyone tells you they're bothering you, you can't just not take any bitter, bad pills.

Taking the medicine offered by the chief clergyman, I reluctantly mobilized my trembling hand and poured it into my mouth.

"Ngu......!

I sat on my bed, holding my mouth to the first and the bitterness with which my tears rose. The chief cleric looked down at me like that satisfactorily and nodded one thing.

"Hold your mouth that way until the medicine works and listen."

Having so foreshadowed, what the Chief Cleric taught us was the fact of the shock that he had no idea of the culprit who had set the Dark God's boundaries on the carriage and behind it.

What a dust the enemy had become in Karstead's attack, so he couldn't probe behind it and didn't even know if Viscount Gerlach was involved.

What I found out is that even from what Darmuel felt, those who were coming to execute were not so much opponents of magic, and that there were two of them, and that there was definitely nobility up there because even from that amount of magic there was not enough power to put the Dark God's boundaries in place.

And they speculated that wasn't an out-of-town nobleman.

"How did you know?

"Because more than half of the people who attacked the carriage were not residents."

He didn't tell me how he discerned it, but presumably the aristocrats who could put up dark boundaries were also those outside the territory, presumably fleeing outside the territorial boundaries before Calsted's attack fell.

"... didn't you capture the killer?

"Anything, I should have done as usual, seems to have become an unexpected force"

Calstead, who waved the move, seems to have gained more surprising power.

The sheikh's unexpected and softly off sight made me think of the cause that had become so.

"... Could our protection have been superfluous?

"Maybe so. Keep your mouth shut until they ask you."

Copy that, sir.

And it seems that already Zilvester and Calstead have returned to the city. He said he had returned with a horseman to report and process the case, as it would require urgent investigation.

"You can't imagine a priest's carriage being attacked, can you? You mean you have to report it to your lord and investigate it thoroughly?

"... Well, that's the thing"

After one nod, the clergyman tightens his expression. And he saw me sitting back in bed with him in the first place.

"Mine, do you really think you don't want to leave your family?

"Absolutely."

"So why did you let the magic run wild on that spot?

I took a good breath in the words of the chief cleric.

"If you think Fran or Rosina is in danger, be cool..."

"At that time I gained nothing from the fact that the runaway magic became a strong guardian, but you do too much to make yourself look dangerous. Most importantly, I had magic equipment this time, so I prayed to God, and the magic was activated, but without it, you'd be dead with a runaway magic."

You basically need magic equipment to unleash magic. That's why eating without magic equipment dies eaten by the magic that swells as it grows.

I connect my life by offering my magic in the temple, but if you forget me and let the magic run wild, I don't know how far my body will be.

"Do you know what the hell happens to those who run wild with magic and die?

The chief clergyman spoke to the death of the nobleman, who let his magic run wild, in such detail that he wore it slightly. The pale tone is all the more scary.

"When the magic in your body begins to leak, and it continues, magic will flow out of your whole body at once. If that happens, the body, which is a vessel for retaining magic anymore, will not hold it. The skin swells up bumpy. Yeah, like when you boil water. And the moment the skin can no longer stand it, it can bounce with the pussy and the meat..."

"Geez! Grrr! Grrr! I can't hear you! I don't want to hear you! No, no, no, no, no!

And I held my ear, and put it in the futon: but the chief priest stripped the futon, and stripped my hand from my ear.

"Here, Mine. It's not over yet."

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I won't do it anymore! Forgive me because I will never let my magic run wild! I hate pain! I hate being scared! Stop it. Yeah."

On the bed, he sat down, crying for real, and the Chief Cleric nodded softly, Hmm.

"Then the next time I let you run wild, I'll tie you to a chair so you can't block your ears or escape, and let you speak carefully to the end with your ears"

I shake my head off with a boom, desperately shaking off that imagination, thinking of myself tied to a chair and told a story that was prolonged and painful and scary.

"I won't do it again! I'm not serious!

To my genuine reflection, the Chief Cleric grinned with a really good smile, "This is going to be usable in the future," he murmured a tremendously terrible thing.