Ascendance of a Bookworm

The next day, when he returns from the prayer ceremony to the temple, he cleans the orphanage and the workshop, the next day of which is a tour of the Chief Cleric and Zilvester from the bells of 3. Early in the morning, everyone's busy with the bummer.

"Master Mine, do you have a minute? Oh, no, okay?

"Yeah, I'm fine. Gil, you're getting a little better."

Back from the prayer ceremony, Gill's tone had improved slightly. It seems that the young children in the orphanage have been educated by former side-serving gray clerics in a variety of ways to tick Gil's words and deeds in the workshop.

"Because those guys, Gil is a sidekick, so you have to change your language and attitude to the Lord as much as you deserve, what do you say?... No. Say it."

Gil is peeling when the children point out that they seem to be good at it. I know exactly what kids say and do that they want to use freshly remembered words, and I know how Gil feels about being pointed out and not being funny.

"It's just the right opportunity, because Gil was more than just my side of the bargain, and it was something I had to remember eventually. Good luck."

"Dear Mine, I'll do my best... I hope you won't let me quit and let the others in,"

Gil, kneeling near me, said that and drew his lips in regret, but I don't know why the hell that is happening.

"Huh? Wait a minute, Gil. Why are we talking about that?

"I don't care how much he's better than me..."

Gill drips with the boss.

Anything, it seems that Gil, who was a prank kid and a regular in the reflection room, could be a sidekick, so there are several boys who are burning their fighting will that my sidekick could be me. Gil is full of anxiety to be replaced by other kids and seems desperate to learn a job no other kid can do.

... I guess that's what I've been remembering about my workshop work and burning up my sense of confrontation with Lutz for a while now?

I had Gill's head just in a position that was easy to stroke, thanks to sitting in a chair. Reach out and gently stroke.

"I know Gil's working hard. Even if you need manpower to serve other kids, there's no way you're gonna let Gil quit."

"Oh well..."

Gil loosened his expression as he was relieved. As long as I don't do such a terrible job, it seems to be my sideline position to make me quit easily in the mood of the Lord, though I do not intend to.

"Speaking of which, did you want to talk to me?

"Can I still work in the workshop today, even though the chief clergymen are coming to visit?

"Yep. I wonder if the sheikhs would like to see what kind of work they are doing. Everyone gets nervous just because I'm in the workshop. Chief Cleric and other blue clerics would be even more nervous, but I want you to do your best."

"Okay."

Gil, laughing at him, heads to the workshop.

Fran brought in the faces of the Gilberta Chamber of Commerce so he could be replaced by Gil. Benno, Lutz and Leon. Marc seems to be staying and cutting up the store.

"Good morning, Master Mine. It's an honor to have you here today."

When they let the three of them pass upstairs, Rosina and Delia were asked to step back to the ground floor and pay lightly. If you pay people, they're supposed to pretend that they can't even hear you in a shattered tone.

"Mine, this. I tried to prepare the clothes I was asked to wear and the shoes for once."

"Thanks, Lutz"

I received clothes and shoes wrapped in cloth. I have to give this to Zilvester. I put the package I had received from Lutz on my desk and went back to the table.

Benno, dressed in clothes that would not be strange to meet with the nobles, looks at me with a glitzy eye for business greed.

"... so, what nobleman is the other blue cleric besides the chief cleric?

"I don't know."

"Hey."

He wanted to gather some advance information. Benno stared at me, but I have trouble telling him that.

"Your name is Lady Zilvester, but you don't think I even know your parents?

"Hear me out. Gather some information, stupid."

Sure, if you're a merchant, home information may be important, but what I want to know is how to avoid Zilvester.

If I can't answer anything, I'm going to be angry again, so I recall what I learned during the prayer ceremony.

"Right. He's a pretty weird guy. According to the Chief Cleric, although his character is bad, his personality is not rotten."

"I don't need that information. I need information about the size of my parents' homes, how they connect to each other, my personal preferences, my business."

"Ha, sorry. I sincerely wanted to take a distance, but I had no desire to know about Master Zilvester..."

When I accidentally told him my heart, Benno dropped his shoulder and exhaled as disappointed.

"Ha..."

"I'll introduce you to the workshop when you go on a tour, so it would be nice if Mr. Benno could identify the business partner. It's more certain than relying on my eyes."

"Well, you are. It's no use asking for more from you. Just don't forget to introduce me, let's do it right."

Benno is convincing himself that it's just better that the sheriff and Zilvester panicked about coming on a tour and didn't report it afterwards.

I'm sorry I can't say I'm disrespectful.

"See you later. Be careful not to fail."

Ni laughed and said so, taking Lutz and Leon to the workshop.

The 3 bells I had promised started ringing.

When she stood up freaked out by the tension, Fran said, "Let's come over" with the wrap Lutz brought to her hand and started walking to lead the way. I walk behind Fran, and Darmuel walks next to me.

"Rosina, Delia, please leave."

"Welcome aboard, Master Mine. We look forward to your return soon."

When we got to the clergyman's room, the clergyman was writing to the executive desk, but Zilvester had already arrived and was waiting.

"Thank you for waiting"

"All right, let's go"

Adventure, exploration, that kind of looks like fun to me, but I can't solve it. I don't think an orphanage or workshop inspection is anything else fun. Maybe I'm looking forward to the orphanage anyway, because the workshop is not in the temple or in the aristocratic district.

"Dear Zilvester, this one first...... These are the clothes you were asked to wear and the wooden shoes that are commonly worn in Lower Town."

"Huh, that was a long time ago"

"Because it's used clothing. It wasn't tailored on purpose."

When Fran handed the package to Zilvester's side service, he took it and frowned like he was in trouble.

... I may have trouble getting second-hand clothes for civilians, because that's what your lord ordered.

"You guys stay here. It would be nice to be accompanied by Fran and Dermuel. It's not that big. It's just too small for a bunch of people."

That's what Zilvester said to Arnault and his side of the line. Sure, whatever the orphanage is, the workshop may feel narrow when it comes to too many places.

"You kept me waiting. Let's go."

I move on to the word of the chief cleric who finished cleaning up. With Fran in the lead, the chief cleric and Zilvester, me and Darmuel followed from behind.

"Darmuel, pick it up and walk. Too late."

"... at least say it in such a way as to hold it up"

On the way to the orphanage for the five of us, it seemed that Zilvester could not match my walking speed, and Zilvester, who turned around, pointed at me and commanded Darmuel.

"If I were you, I wouldn't be able to block the guard's hand... because I'm stronger than Darmuel. It's special today."

I was still walking hard and fast. If two long men walk, I can't keep up. I was a little out of breath, so I was horrified that you could hold me up.

This is the orphanage.

With that said, Fran pushes the door open giggly. It was the dining room in the orphanage women's wing, where Burma and two gray witches, then two gray clerics, knelt and waited. It was hard to see hiding from adults, but behind it I can see all the pre-christening children kneeling. You're not allowed in the workshop today.

It is also forbidden in principle in the Lower Town to work pre-christening children. For this reason, Benno told me that when the priests toured, it was better to stop showing the children before baptism where they were working.

"Welcome aboard."

"This is Vilma, who is at my side of the spectrum, taking care of the children here and before baptism in one hand"

Introducing Vilma as I knelt, the Chief Cleric raised his eyebrows gently, as he recalled, oh.

"Is that brilliant painted side service? As I will continue to encourage."

"Oh, I'm afraid so."

He seemed surprised that he was praised and said so in a trembling voice by Vilma. When the chief cleric was aware of the gray witch, I guess Vilma didn't think. Because my hair is neatly put together, I can see my ears lit up and dyed bright red well.

"Ho, the orphanage is a lot younger, so I thought it was more messy, it's a lot prettier"

Zilvester walked around into the dining room with Stasta and looked around.

"We're all cleaning up properly."

And I answered with my breasts outstretched. Keep it clean where you eat, keep telling it, and Vilma will take the initiative to clean it, keeping it clean inside the orphanage.

"Are all the little ones as young as you? No one smaller than this?

"... not now"

There are no children younger than those kids in the orphanage because there was no one to look after them, they couldn't hit the food, and they couldn't live. I felt a little irritated by what Zilvester said that I should know, but I can't help but say that now.

"With all due respect, Master Zilvester. I'm done with the christening."

"It feels just as good to see"

If you look only at your height, even though I may be the smallest, if it is summer, it will be a year since the Baptist ceremony.

Without my eyes swelling my cheeks, Zilvester opened up toward me, whether he was intrigued by the crate arranged on the edge of the dining room.

"Mine, what is this?

"It's a textbook and a toy to remember the letters. What we have here is basically all the stuff we made in the workshop."

After Zilvester takes out the children's Bible and sees it as paralyzed, he looks at cartas and cards and lurks his eyebrows. The clergyman, peering similarly from the side, took hold of Karta and looked at me.

"Mine, I didn't hear anything about this."

"It's karta. It was a toy to help me remember the letters, and my side service said I wanted to learn the letters, so I prepared the things I made for the orphanage as well. It's hard to paint one at a time, so if you can't print it, you can't mass produce it in the workshop here very much, though."

In my words, the chief cleric thinks, Hmm.

"... you're not mass producing, are you?

"Yes, I have given my rights to Master Benno, but I have not heard of mass production"

Benno said it would sell, but I haven't heard about the commercialization yet. Maybe I can't find a painter.

"But thanks to the reading of the Scriptures to make this, I have been remembered by God's name and divine objects. The children in the orphanage completely remember the reading cards and the picture cards, so they're very strong."

"Ho, I want to see it. Try it."

The children compare me to Vilma with a moist look at Zilvester's sudden impotence.

I could somehow have predicted what Zilvester was going to say, so I take the carta and laugh at the children.

"Well, I'll read it, will you all take it?

"Yes, Master Mine"

The children's faces were tense, but as they began to get enthusiastic about Karta, their eyes became more and more serious and the tension was removed from their faces.

Gilvester gives praise to the child who took the most "well done". A clergyman looked down at me out of sight from the children cleaning up Karta.

"Mine, do you remember all this? Can the kids read the cards, too?

"Yes. Anyone of the orphanage kids can read those picture books, as can the Carta reading cards. I remember it during the winter."

"... during the winter, you say?

Zilvester looked out for him like he was stunned. I nod heavily with my chest stretched.

"Yeah, that's right. Because winter is trapped in snow and I have nothing to do with it. The older kids worked hand in the workshop, but there are only a few things young kids can do. So we were all reading books and playing in carta like this. We also played with the cards over there, so we can read some numbers, and now we can calculate a little bit."

When I announced the achievements of the Temple of Winter classroom, the clergyman, who was supposed to have received a report from Fran, held his head.

"Mine"

"What is it, Chief Cleric?

"... good later"

With a face like swallowed with all his best efforts to say something immensely, the Chief Cleric exhaled. I feel like I'm waiting for some sermon. Why is that?

Zilvester grabbed my shoulder tilting my neck.

"So can you show me to the workshop?

"Yes."

I made my way up the stairs trying to get through the basement of the women's building at my usual pace.

"Dear Mine, this is for you…"

"Ah."

Speaking like trouble from Vilma, I pause my legs and change direction. You can't just let a visitor through the back entrance.

But it seemed to the Chief Cleric that I had suddenly changed direction. I frowned and looked down the stairs.

"Wait. What have you got there?

"This is the back door I usually use when I go to the workshop. Both the chief cleric and Mr. Zilvester are customers. We have to guide you through the table properly, right? I was accidental."

In my words the chief cleric deepens the wrinkles between his brows.

"... the back door of the orphanage? I've never seen it before."

"Show them to you."

Since we had two requests, I decided to go down the stairs as usual, through the basement, through the back entrance, to the workshop.

I was in the middle of lunch preparation on the basement of the women's building. There's plenty of soup simmering in the big pot. Look at us. No, by the wall, we all kneel.

"You were cooking an orphanage meal here"

"That's right. It's basically about soup."

It reports to the Chief Cleric when it comes to making meals in orphanages that are not enough with God's grace. Perhaps it seems unusual for the two of us, who don't even seem to have peeked into our own kitchen, to actually see where we're making them, peeking into the pan.

"Doesn't this soup resemble half the stuff I rubbed during the prayer ceremony?

"I taught you how to make it, so you will."

"Isn't it too luxurious for an orphan to eat every day?

Zilvester narrows her eyes and squeals. I exhaled lightly. With fewer blue clerics and witches, and less God's grace, we would no longer be eaten unless we earned our own money and made our own. You can't possibly be luxurious or something.

Of course, there's no way I can tell that to Zilvester, the blue cleric.

"Speaking of which, were you also making some sort of civilian sweetness? I remember it was in a report from Darmuel."

"Said it was sweet!? Luxurious!"

Zilvester opened his eyes with excitement to the word of the Chief Cleric.

"Even if it's called luxury, unlike the sugar and honey that nobles can pay to get, it's a fruit that can only be picked in the sunny early morning of winter, right? It's not like you can eat it every day. Besides, the orphanage has a lot of people, so there's never much to eat. Although it tastes good with seasonal flavors. Hey, Master Dermuel?

Kokukoku and Dermuel nod as they cared about their piercing gaze as they alternated between the chief clergyman and Zilvester. Zilvester stared jealously at Darmuel.

"Didn't Darmuel feel much better?

"I don't think you have many yummy thoughts. It's a lot harder."

There is no way that Darmuel, whose heart is shrinking when I fall, or how I am stared at by a senior nobleman, is full of delicious thoughts.

"With us, the soup is going to burn, so let's go to the workshop."

I had trouble with the Paru cake when Zilvester said I wanted to, so I decided to cut up the conversation and just go out the back door. Then head across the prayer room to the men's wing of the orphanage on the other side.

"The basement of this men's building is Mine Workshop."

Going into the workshop, nodding at Fran's words, Zach and everyone stopped their work hands, stopping by the wall and kneeling, just like the women's building. There are also three of them from the Guilberta Chamber of Commerce.

"It's spring, so we're starting to produce vegetable paper. You make a lot of paper, and then you make a picture book."

I can't go to the woods today, so I seem to have been working on drying the paper. Zilvester snorts hun as he looked around in the workshop.

"Mine, where are you making the toys?

"It was during the winter months that I was making toys. The period to make it is over now. Also, if you order ingredients, they are relatively easy to make, but paper and picture books are the top priority here"

To my words Zilvester blinked in wonder, tilting his neck.

"Why is paper and picture books the top priority when toys are going to be more interesting and sell?

"Because you want me."

What is wrong with making what I want in my workshop? It doesn't matter if it sells or not, I want a book. Mine workshop for this purpose.

I blinked my eyes with a pocan face, not to mention that Zilvester could not believe my claim.

"... you're doing whatever you want to say, you"

"Huh? Did Master Zilvester say that?

I don't just want Zilvester to say that the word "all you want to do" suits you no more. As each other opened their eyes in amazement at each other's statements, the chief cleric exhaled a deep sigh.

"It's no different to the fact that both are seeds of my headaches"

"Ugh..."

"Than that, Mine. I want to see where the workshop is actually moving. Everybody, work."

The gray clerics rise and move zazzled by the words of Zilvester, who ignored the words of the Chief Cleric in a basslist manner. Absolutely more free-flowing than me.

When the grey clerics began to move in the workshop, only three of the Gilberta Chamber of Commerce were kneeling at the wall.

"As you already know the Chief Cleric, let me introduce you to Master Zilvester. Benno of the Gilberta Chamber of Commerce, who sells the goods made in this workshop, and Leon and Lutz of the Dapra apprenticeship."

"Oh, you're the merchant who deals with this product"

Gilvester looks down at Benno and the others, glimpsing the moving workshop.

"Yeah, the stuff I made at Mine Workshop is basically handled by the Gilberta Chamber of Commerce. The restaurant in which Mr. Gilvester was interested is also a new one that the Gilberta Chamber of Commerce will start. Please don't hesitate."

"Ho, face up. Allow direct answers"

"I'm afraid so."

That's what I said and raised my face. From Benno's mouth, I immediately found that no words of greeting came out, and once cockled and breathtaking.

"Master Benno?

"... Blessed be the encounter of the goddess of water, Fruitrène, guided by a sober stream"

That's what Benno said, and he lay down his face again.

Zilvester narrowed her eyes slightly, looked down at Benno and laughed furiously. I wonder why you can see in the eyes of the raptors who found their prey.

"Benno, are you going to make an interesting place to eat? I wanted to talk to you slowly for once. I'll talk to Benno about the dining room in my room for a little while. Come on, Benno."

"Yes, sir."

Slowly Benno rises. The complexion doesn't look very good. I accidentally spoke to Zilvester.

"Dear Mr. Zilvester, I promise not to exchange cooks."

"... I can't talk like that. It's just business."

"Then it's good"

If it's business, it's Benno's job as a merchant. It is not like I speak out.

"Mine, what is this machine?

Speaking to the Chief Cleric, I turn to the explanation, mindful of Benno, who is taken away by Zilvester.

What the chief cleric was looking at was a printing press in the process of transformation from a pressing machine.

"This is a new printing press. You haven't finished it yet, but you took shape a long time while you were at the prayer ceremony. I look forward to completing it."

"How do you use it? I received a one-off report from Darmuel, but I didn't really understand it..."

To the chief cleric's question, I decided to call Gil to demonstrate the general way.

"Gil, please prepare the ink. Chief Cleric, this is the metallic typeface, but this is how we pick up the letters and assemble them into the text."

"... metallic typography? It's like a little seal."

Next to the chief priest looking with a metal typeface in his hand, I asked Fran to take the typeface and make a short sentence. Place it in the composition and secure it by placing a plate in the gap so that the metal typeface does not move.

"Dear Mine, I'm ready."

"So would you like to try printing this? Use the paper from the failures."

"Yes!"

Place the formwork on top of the printing press and Gill inks it. I put paper on top of it.

"After this, I'm really going to move this, push it and ink it, but this time it's not finished yet, so you're going to rub it and ink it with this horse company. When done, dry and print again on the next piece of paper. It's a waste of paper this time, so I'll print it somewhere else."

Gil imprints the same sentence several times on a piece of paper. I said to the clergyman, staring at the paper in dismay, "I can do it faster than I can gossip in the Horse Union if it's a press. Amazing, isn't it?" he stretched his chest.

I was wondering if I could get a compliment on the new printing press, and the clergyman held my head.

"History changes...... I see"

"... Huh? Is that it?"

If you're a clergyman with so many expensive books, I thought you'd be happy, but it's an unexpected reaction. Looking down at me, I am afraid that the golden eyes of the chief priest, who laughs furiously, are sitting.

"Mine, I've got a bunch of things I want to ask you and say to you."

... Is that it? I've been reporting through Fran and Darmuel, haven't I? Why is that?