Ascendance of a Bookworm

The prayer ceremony since I recovered was to tour the remaining aristocratic halls, which allowed me to finish basically without any problems and return to the temple.

"Welcome back, Master Mine"

"Looks like you've made it to work."

"Thank you for protecting my absence. Is it any different, guys?

When I returned to my room, I was greeted by Delia and Vilma. Somehow I felt like I was back at my place, and the hoarse sigh leaked without knowing.

Fran starts carrying the luggage that was loaded in the carriage with Gil, and I ask Delia to help me change from an aristocratic travelling outfit to a regular witch outfit.

"As soon as the water is boiling, we'll be ready to take a bath."

"Thank you, Delia"

Although Delia, Vilma and Rosina are working hard to unpack the baggage that is being carried one after the other, it is faster to be transported than to clean it up, and the room began to be filled with a lot of baggage, just as it was before we went out.

"Dear Mine, I am very sorry, but the Chief Cleric is calling for you on an urgent matter.... They say it's about going home."

When Fran, who had carried her luggage, unloaded her luggage on the ground floor, she came up early enough to the second floor and said so with a slightly confused face.

After the prayer ceremony, I was worried about when the hell I would be able to get home, and I jump out of my chair just gladly when it came to talking about getting home from the clergyman.

I'll be right there.

"Rosina, please accompany Master Mine. Because I carry my stuff."

During his journey, Fran saw if he and Hugo had gotten along, or if he was carrying luggage together. Ella is for a cook with a heavy pot or strong enough to carry heavy baggage with ease. Gil also has more rice and is surprisingly powerful for the size of his body because of his hard work in the workshop and woods.

"I come to the priest's room. Clean up, please."

There is still a carriage lined up in front of the main entrance of the aristocratic area, where you can see the baggage being lowered one after the other. The gray clerics in the orphanage also seemed to be mobilized, and the face I was seeing in the workshop walked with a large box.

"I'm back now. Could everyone in the orphanage be the same?

When I spoke, I narrowed my eyes furiously, after the gray cleric opened his eyes as I was surprised.

"Welcome back, Master Mine. Young people are growing very much. Please take me to the orphanage again."

I'm looking forward to it.

The gray clerics carrying the luggage stop by the edge and clear the way. When I nod lightly and show my gratitude, I walk early in my heart.

"Excuse me, Chief Cleric.... Master Zilvester?

"Back, Mine"

In the Cleric Chief's room, it was Zilvester who was more generous in his attitude than the Lord. He sleeps in a bench while eating the fruit served at the table to accommodate his visitors.

And the chief cleric was giving instructions to the grey clerics carrying their luggage, as if they were completely ignoring the existence of Zilvester.

"Um, Chief Cleric. I asked for you."

The chief cleric looks back in my voice and exhales tirelessly, recommending the seat, "Sit down". When I and the chief clergyman went to the table, Zilvester came up to me.

"It's not Ferdinand. It's convenient to look around a lot, so I called Mine to be my guide."

"... what the hell can I make you do with a guide?

I look up to the chief priest. But sooner than the chief cleric opened his mouth, the answer returned with a voice that seemed frightened from Zilvester.

"The guide's job is to guide you, isn't it? First, an orphanage. Next, the workshop. We must also look at the woods where the orphans go."

"Huh?"

Until now there was not a single blue cleric who had expressed an interest in the orphanage or workshop, so I accidentally set myself up. The clergyman also just listened to the story and the report, and never took a leg. I don't know what the hell Zilvester is thinking when he suddenly shows up from the prayer ceremony. I accidentally grabbed the priest's clothes.

"Don't worry, Mine. I'm going to the orphanage and the workshop with you. I thought I had to look at it once."

A tour with the chief clergyman holding the reins would not cause so much trouble. I gently stroked my chest down.

The chief clergyman stares at Zilvester with a face that leaves the fatigue of his journey dark.

"But the woods... be patient in the woods of the aristocratic city"

"No, the forest goes too. Then it's the dining room."

Zilvester lists where he plans to go.

"The dining area is not finished yet.... Chief Cleric, is it a good idea for a blue cleric to go to the woods of Lower Town?

If you just take a carriage directly to an Italian restaurant, it doesn't seem like that much of a problem, but I've never heard of a blue cleric or anything like that heading into the woods of Lower Town. There is a forest in the aristocratic district where only nobles were allowed to enter. If there's a janitor and a fluffy civilian walks in from outside the city, it's a place where you can't complain about being killed. If you want to go to the woods, you can go to the aristocratic woods, as the clergyman said.

"I'm interested in what the hell kind of forest civilians are going to. Besides, people in lower towns are safer for not knowing the face of nobility. I have a way of defending myself."

Gilvester laughs nicely as she pounds and confidently slaps herself in the arm. I know you're motivated, but if you move as you like, you're going to annoy me here and there.

Unlike a very energetic Zilvester, the Chief Cleric is neat just saying he doesn't want to think about it anymore.

... Cleric Chief, please hold the reins firmly.

The chief clergyman looked at me, holding his temple so that he could have a headache, even though I had full support in my heart.

"... take it personally already. Mine, just report it."

"Huh? Huh?

Without knowing what that means, while comparing the two of them, I was appointed as Gilvester's guide. I don't think you're a caretaker, rather than a guide.

"You can both go."

I grabbed the clergyman's sleeve and asked him to leave. I don't know what the hell I came here for after being pushed by a guide and not being able to ask the real question.

"Chief Cleric, I've been asked to talk to you about going home. Since when do you want to go home?

The chief priest looked down at me after letting his gaze wander a little.

"Oh, right. After using a lot of magic. Even if you get sick, your family can't handle it. [M]... I'll see how you're doing here in about three days and if you don't get sick by the morning of the fourth day, you can go home. Keep in touch with your family as well. Then, let's get some rest today."

"Ha!"

I respond well and join Rosina in thanking her for her departure. For some reason, Zilvester stood up with me. Behind us is a gray cleric who seems to serve the side of Zilvester.

"All right, let's go, Mine"

"Master Zilvester?

"Come to my room"

"Huh? But I..."

I tried to ask the clergyman for help, but the clergyman just glanced lightly over his shoulder and indicated by the door with his jaw that he should just go. Zilvester is happy to leave the room.

I couldn't escape. Together with Rosina, she looks at each other with a look of giving up and follows Zilvester.

"Look, here it is"

Apparently, next to the chief cleric was Zilvester's room. Passed into a murderous landscaped room with little furniture, I creep around the room. I found the room strange with only the minimum amount of furniture required. If it was Zilvester, I felt like I was filling the room with my own favorites, like an elementary school boy with crap I couldn't figure out.

"Mine, are you taking the orphans to the woods? If you want the temple chief to keep his mouth shut, take me to the woods too."

He was blackmailed laughing at Huhun. It is a well-known fact within the Temple that the Temple Chief hates me. That is why there has never been a blue cleric who would come close to me. I don't know what Zilvester is thinking and I frown.

"... what the hell are you going to the woods for?

"Hunting."

"Hunting? What have you been up to?

I blinked at unexpected words. You won't have to go all the way to the Lower Town Forest to hunt.

"Of course, I was going in the woods of the aristocratic city?

"Then why don't you go hunting there?"

"It's boring over there."

From there, Zilvester began to line up his complaints about the aristocratic forest in an extended way. It seems that in the aristocratic woods, the janitor's permission is obtained and hunting should only take place when it is decided, and it is not a place where you can flutter when you feel like riding.

And hunting competitions are also held annually in the aristocratic forest, but they are always ranked in the aristocratic ranks, and then you have to hunt with care not to stick out. It's not a hunting tournament anymore, it's a tournament to say goodbye to the lord.

He does want to compete purely for arms or pure praise, he says he wants to jump out with bows and arrows when he feels like it, and the aristocratic forest seems like a cramped place for the Gilvester, whose contents are elementary school boys.

"But you can't go out into the woods of Lower Town with such beautiful clothes, can you?

"Then bring me some dirty clothes from downtown"

"... I don't know how many there are, but can everyone wear small dirty clothes?

If you go to a second-hand clothes store, you can buy it, so it's easy to prepare in itself, but I don't know what the hell you need. Zilvester tilted his neck at my question.

"What are you talking about?

"Though the number of companions?

"Enough for me alone. Whatever's in the temple, I don't need company in Lower Town."

I compared the side servings I was preparing for tea to the Gilvester.

"... do you know that, Chief Cleric?

"Why do you have permission from Ferdinand? Unlike you, the civilian under Ferdinand's asylum, I don't need anyone's permission."

Of course, it was said, and I drowned. Sure, you wouldn't normally need permission or anything like that for the actions of a blue cleric who is already very adult. But I feel like a free-flowing Zilvester needs an administrator just as much as I do not know if I will crumble down.

"First, the orphanage and the workshop. We'll be there the day after tomorrow."

"... Um, Master Zilvester. Are you going to the orphanage to find a witch dedicated to flowers?

When the blue cleric couldn't think of any other reason to go to the orphanage and asked the question, Zilvester frowned uncomfortably.

"Mine, that's not what kids like you say. You want to get punched again?

"No, but I am the orphan director for once..."

If the Blue Cleric were to look for a witch dedicated to flowers, he was thinking of sneaking up on the reluctant child, but from his current reaction, he doesn't seem to intend that on Zilvester. Even if I just figured that out, I exhale a ho relief breath.

"By and large, do you look so handicapped by women that I have to look for them in an orphanage?

"Huh? Isn't the blue cleric what you look for from the gray witch in the orphanage?

I thought it was basically a blue cleric who doesn't leave the temple, which is why he punches his hand with a nearby gray witch, but isn't it?

As I leaned my neck, Zilvester coughed with Cohon once he had pulled his lips together.

"... if you're a man like me, you can find him in the aristocracy."

"How are you?"

If there's nothing for the gray witches in the orphanage, it doesn't matter if it's Zilvester's pride or the fact that he says he has someone in the aristocratic city.

I left with Rosina, promising to prepare second-hand clothes.

And when I got back to the room, I called out to all the side servants who were cleaning up, and collected them. We must keep everyone informed about the visit of the Chief Cleric and Zilvester.

"The day after tomorrow, the chief cleric and the blue cleric, Lady Gilvester, are coming to visit the orphanage and the workshop," he said.

"Is it the day after tomorrow!?

Other than Delia, who didn't show her face to either of them, voiced surprise. For a nobleman whose rooting or hand-through is fundamental, the plans are too steep. But it wouldn't be a problem to think of it as a decision more than the sunshine coming out of Zilvester's mouth.

"Tell them to clean the orphanage and the workshop with care. Other than that, it's good as usual."

I'm basically not going to do anything to get you in trouble. Besides, in my case, even if I try to hide it weirdly, I get bored, so I think it's okay to be open from the start.

"Dear Mine, the fact that there is a blue cleric..."

I shook my head slowly on the blue face of Vilma.

"Don't worry, Vilma. Master Zilvester doesn't need flowers. He's interested in the same orphanages and workshops as before."

"Really?"

Still, the color of the tension doesn't disappear from my face at all. Vilma, trembling in small steps, is pathetic, but it is inevitable that the blue cleric will step into the orphanage more than the tour of the orphanage has decided.

"You don't have to come forward, I just want to tell you, but I'm asking Vilma to run the orphanage, so I think I'll call you when they ask you something"

"Yes, sir."

Vilma clutched her fingers together in front of her chest tightly. Seeing those hands trembling in small pieces makes me feel a little sorry for myself for not being able to do anything for you.

"Gil, if there's Lutz or Leon in the workshop, call me. It seems better to tell the shoppers about the tour."

"I'm both here today, I'll call you"

That's what Gil said, he flipped himself.

So that Lutz and Leon may come in, I will move to the hall on the ground floor, and the other side servants will push the empty crate around it into the men's side service room for a look.

"Oh, Mine. You're back."

"Lutz, long time no see!

I ran dazzled, clinging to Gyu and Lutz. Honestly, I've never been away from Lutz for so long.

"I'm tired of all this already."

"Oh well."

As I was recharging Lutz's portion, an unpleasant voice echoed from behind Lutz.

"Can you put that kind of betta behind you and explain why you were even called up to me?

"Oh, Leon was there, too?

"I've been there since you came into my room?

Leon is a Dapra of the Guilberta Chamber of Commerce, a boy who was in Fran's service education during the winter months. It's about the age of adulthood now, but I have a strong impression that he is a boy who tells adult stories because of his slightly shorter stature.

I'm definitely competent when it comes to work because Benno is enough to make a Dapra contract, but there are tough spots to hit when I'm sweet on Rutz, and I'm often a little mucky.

"Me, I don't have anything to say to Leon, though?

"Mine, it's important to the Gilberta Chamber of Commerce, isn't it?

Calm down to Lutz and I exhale slowly, stroking my head. Still, I didn't leave Lutz, I looked up to Leon.

"The day after tomorrow, the chief cleric and one of the blue clerics will be on a tour of the orphanage and the workshop. I would like you to tell Master Benno that. Would it be better to have a facial connection with the noble class? He's also interested in Italian restaurants."

"I'm afraid so."

Leon kneels softly. Although there is something togetherness when it is sweet on Lutz, he has an excellent attitude about his work.

"That's all I have to say about the Gilberta Chamber of Commerce. I have a personal favor for Rutz."

When I say so, Leon rises. Then, when he narrowed his eyes and glanced at the state I remained stuck in, he said to Lutz, "Back ahead," and left the room.

"Please, what?

"You know, I have to spend the next three days here watching my health, but if I don't get sick, they told me I could go home on the fourth day. Will you tell your mother that?

"Okay.... Yet, that was a long time"

A caged voice of universal feeling leaked out of Lutz's mouth exposed to my sweet attack. I was able to live so far away from my family because Lutz asked me seriously and made me sweet.

"And, you know, I want you to buy some used clothes. It's about the size of Uncle Deed. For adult men who are also quite tall and disappointed"

"... who wears it?

I don't know if I should say it out loud, but I stretch out lightly and sneak out to Rutz.

"The day after tomorrow, a blue cleric will come to visit"

Lutz became indescribably subtle and after a while of thinking about it, he blurted and zeroed.

"... you're a weird guy, huh?

"Yeah. Pretty much. He wants to hunt in the woods."

Nothing but freaks about wearing dirty second-hand clothes but blue clerics who want to go to the woods in Lower Town and try hunting.

Rutz said, "It's gonna be my job to take you to the woods, too, right? Wow, that's going to be a hassle," he muttered. I fully agree with that.

"I have no choice. I'll go buy it tomorrow but I'll be ready in time by the day after tomorrow"

"Thanks, Lutz"

From then on, I heard stories about printing press orders and Johann's metal typography, which I was progressing in my absence. Paper making is back on track at Mine Workshop, and they're getting more paper again.

"I hope to print the next book soon. Are you starting to make me ink in an ink workshop?

Even if paper is formed, it cannot be printed without ink. If you want to make it in the workshop, you can't make ink unless you start collecting coal again.

"Oh, my husband told me I had a craftsman who specializes in making ink for plant paper.... Speaking of which, the president of the Ink Association has changed."

"I know. Because the clergyman told me he was dead."

It can't be said that the noblemen who are after me have done it, etc., but I cling silently to Lutz.

"What's up?

"Nobility, I'm scared."

"Hmm? You mean the blue cleric who's coming for a tour the day after tomorrow?

I laughed unexpectedly at Rutz's words. Unlike the nobles who target me, Zilvester has yet another fear.

"Master Zilvester is an aristocratic freak. I'm afraid I don't have any clue what's going to happen. Suddenly, when I first met him, he said," Hit me in the cheek. "

"What, that?

I conveyed to Lutz the strange words and deeds of Zilvester when I first met him. We talked about a lot of weird things during the prayer ceremony afterwards.

Lutz, who was laughing and listening, laughs as if he had come up with a prank, poking my cheek with a twinkle.

"Look, Mine. Ring it."

"Lutz's mean! Puhi!"