Ascendance of a Bookworm

The tour itself ended with nothing.

After a business meeting with Benno, Gilvester, who came back to the workshop, wanted to do a piece of paper or tore a few pieces of paper to stick it on the board, but that's within his expectations. It seems that Zilvester was satisfied without any damage to the tools, so let's just say it ended well.

I only have a tingling feeling that the sheriff is going to piss me off or interrogate me later, but it's over for one second.

However, the shadow of fatigue had clearly fallen on Benno's face when he came back with Zilvester to see what the hell was going on with him.

After the tour, Benno, who came to my room, fell asleep. If he doesn't take a short break, he doesn't even have the energy to go home.

"Mr. Benno, what did Master Zilvester say to you? If you've been told something so terrible, I can tell the Chief Cleric, but you can cooperate, right?

There is little I can do, but the clergyman should punish Sparn for being too bad. I should have offered in good faith to think so, but Benno began to whirl my head with his fist bones, pushing me against him.

"No, no! Suddenly what!?

"... it's your fault"

Fistbone again as Benno says that quietly with a vicious look. I glanced at Benno in tears, sheltering my head.

"What was wrong with me!?

"I can't tell you. I can't tell you, it's your fault."

"Maybe you were obsessed with not exchanging cooks?

If, because of me, Benno is to be made obnoxious by Zilvester, that's all I can think of. Benno, however, looked lightly, then sighed heavily and shook his head.

"Not at all"

"So what is it?

After Benno looked at me with a resentful face, he scratched his hair, which had been viscidly stiffened, and groaned, "Ahhh."

"... that's enough. I'm pretty sure there's just been a hell of an opportunity. I don't know if I can keep this alive."

"Ha, I'm not sure what it is, but good luck"

Benno clutches my cheeks with both hands, although I encouraged him not to know what he didn't like.

"... Mr. Benno, do you want to have lunch here, have some?

"No, I want to go home and sort my head out"

When Benno said so, he rose up rattled and went home in the footsteps of a tired salaried man. What did they really say from Zilvester?

Two letters arrived in my room that afternoon.

The first was an invitation from the Chief Cleric to the sermon room. The date is the call the afternoon after tomorrow, before returning home. If you think you can be sweet to your family after your sermon, you'll manage to stand it. I immediately wrote an acknowledgement reply.

And the other one comes from Zilvester, with a thank you for today's tour and an order to take him to the woods tomorrow. It's easy for me to command you, but it's not easy for me to go to the woods. Physically, in terms of needing an escort.

"Dear Darmuel, I can't go to the woods, can I?

When I played the letter with my pins and fingertips and groaned, Darmuel, who must accompany him as an escort, gently flaunted his shoulders with a frightened face.

"A witch apprentice, first of all, wouldn't be able to walk to the woods?

"I can walk. I was walking to the woods before baptism. … although it took some time"

Few adult men seem willing to keep up with my speed, and although they are often held up here these days, they are not incapable of walking. It's just a little late.

"Let's put aside whether we can walk or not. Even if you think about protecting it, it's not advisable for a witch apprentice to go to the woods. Isn't it a good idea to have someone show you around?

The opponent is that free-flowing Zilvester. If Father is off, ask Father, but Father's day off is the day after tomorrow. Touri said he had adjusted his rest so that he could come and pick me up. Tulli will pick you up with me, so I'm sure tomorrow at work.

"I guess I'll have to ask Lutz, but the burden will be huge"

Tomorrow, when it's sunny, we were talking about taking the kids to the woods, so I just have to ask Lutz.

When I think about dealing with Zilvester, I'd like to ask Leon, who is close to an adult, but Leon is the son of a merchant and doesn't know much about it because he doesn't go out to the woods.

"Master Mine, the blue cleric is already waiting in the workshop!

When the 2 bells ring, get breakfast and Gil is supposed to open the workshop. And get ready for today before the gray cleric who finished breakfast at the orphanage arrives.

But today when I went to open the workshop, they said that Zilvester had already worn small dirty second-hand clothes and waited in front of the workshop in an exasperated manner.

How much am I looking forward to the whole thing? Looks like a kid heading for a hike.

Since Gil came to report as if he had eaten bubbles, I decided to stop practicing fesh peel and head to the workshop with Darmuel and Gil.

When I arrived at the workshop, it seemed like breakfast would be over at the orphanage. The gray clerics who are frightened and the children who prepared behind their backs to go to the woods are beginning to gather in the workshop. When I did it in there was the figure of Zilvester with a fine bow and arrow.

"Good morning, Master Zilvester"

"It's late, Mine."

I have trouble even if I look unhappy.

"Master Zilvester is too early. Aren't we all here yet? … besides, I cannot go to the woods. 'Cause it's a foot job."

"Sure, you're a handful. So, who's gonna guide us?

If Zilvester looks around with the dark green eyes of an excited look, the blue-flavored purple hair clustered together shakes about inside his back. Silver-working hair fastening is not at all commensurate with second-hand clothing.

"Lutz and Leon, the dapla of the Gilberta Chamber of Commerce, always take the kids to the woods. We are going to ask Lutz again today, so please wait until they arrive"

I told him to sit in a crate in the workshop, but Zilvester walks around restlessly. I sighed slowly.

"Is Master Zilvester really going to the woods?

"Oh, that's why you got your little dirty clothes ready, too. Look, look. You'd look surprised, wouldn't you?

Nick laughs, and Zilvester spreads her hands open to show her used clothes. It doesn't look good. Only small dirty clothes float. No matter what you look at it from anywhere, it just seems like the rich are enjoying the patience of not being impatient.

I just knew very well that I wanted to enjoy the hunt. Used clothes to go to the woods. And the shoes are short boots in skins that are a little tedious. Maybe he decided it was hard to move with wooden shoes. What I have in my hand is a beautiful, luxurious bow rarely seen around here. I really only seem to think about hunting.

"Dear Zilvester, if you're really going to hunt in the woods, promise me you'll listen to Lutz"

"Yeah?"

Zilvester tightened his face just a little and looked at me.

There is a difference in status between nobility and civilians, but the same blue clergy means that we are equal in the temple. Now that the Chief Cleric is not here, I am the only one who can give an opinion to Zilvester.

"As the aristocratic forest is determined, the lower town forest is determined by the lower town forest. There is a distance between where we collect and where we hunt, and there are other decisions with those who hunt. If you can't keep your decision and shake your aristocratic rights when something happens, we'd like you to hunt in the aristocratic forest from the beginning."

There are a number of implicit understandings in the Lower Town Forest so that children before baptism can go and help collect them. Hunting without protecting it is a dangerous act that you do not know who will cause you to get hurt. If you know about the rules of the Lower Town or something, you have to ask the Cleric Chief to stop it.

To my explanation, Zilvester nodded and acknowledged "I see" with a serious face.

"It's my first place to go. It will be natural to listen to what has been said."

Lutz and Leon came when Zilvester nodded to Eagle Deep. We're both getting ready for the woods today.

"Morning, Mine. It's unusual to be in a workshop."

"Morning, Lutz. Good morning, Leon."

"Good morning, Master Mine"

The two of them greeted each other. They noticed the royal Gilvester and greeted him in a hurry.

Why is there yesterday's blue cleric on this occasion, telling the two of you who are black-and-white with your eyes, today, the hope of Zilvester who says he wants to go hunting in the woods?

"Lutz, I'm really sorry, but please, Master Zilvester. Leon and Gill, look closely at the kids' collection group today....... wouldn't it be okay if I left it to you already?

"Oh, I'm fine"

"Yes, sir."

Zilvester took a luxurious bow and arrow incompatible with his little dirty clothes and went to the woods with the Lutz, who led the orphanage children.

"You're anxious."

"I guess you have something in mind. I'm going back to my room, witch apprentice."

I went back to my room, whining in my heart, though it did not look like Zilvester had an idea.

"Mine, can I borrow your cook? There's a lot of prey."

That being said, Rutz came running into the room at a time when the day had begun to set that 6 bells would already ring.

Although I can feel free to ask a cook of my time that it's time to go home, it's overwhelmingly faster for accustomed humans to prey. It's impossible to leave all the lower processing to the orphanage kids who are just starting to grip the knife.

"Fran, will you ask the Hugo and the others? Dear Darmuel, let's go to the workshop."

What Darmuel and I saw when we arrived in the workshop were scattered wings around us, before the workshop, where blood fell by the way, and the children who feathered indifferently.

Hugo and Ella, who rushed me with a knife, look at the situation in front of the workshop and round their eyes.

"... wow"

You heard that whining, and Zilvester comes close with his chest stretched like he was good at it.

"What do you say, isn't it amazing? I'm the one who set you up."

Welcome home, Master Zilvester.

"Mine, look! Massive."

Surprisingly, Zilvester was in a good mood, seemingly tailoring four birds and a deer, and Hugo and Ella go from the deer being rolled onto the platform to quickly dismantling them.

"Blood drainage seems to be done to some extent, so just take a fragile gut. We don't have time today, so cooking meat is tomorrow."

Watching the two dismantle with a bright hand a little farsighted, the children report to me today with a full smile and a butterfly and wings.

The kids who only found out about cooked meat, and I was able to talk in this situation without trembling, are a lot more grown up.

"Master Mine, it's amazing. If you think a bird flying in the high sky had suddenly fallen, Jill's arrow was hitting you."

"They were lowered by branches, and more and more birds were being bled out."

"The area turned bright red."

"The beast that came after the bird also killed him. You said it was hard and bad meat, so I left it."

Kids talk about Zilvester's martial arts in an exciting tone, but I'm a little scared to imagine the forest.

However, Zilvester is laughing with great pleasure at the praise of the children.

"It's really amazing how much you can hunt in one day. What are you going to do with this? Wouldn't it be better to carry it to Master Zilvester's kitchen?

Suggesting that it might be better to leave it to the cook at Zilvester's, Zilvester shook his head in a hurry, as if to say he would have trouble being transported into the kitchen.

"No, I don't want it. This, yes, would be nice if we fed the orphans."

"Wow! Thank you, Master Jill!

"Master Jill, it's amazing! Please join us in the woods again."

Usually, kids who don't hit so much meat are thrilled to get tons of meat. Praise Zilvester with his appetite and sparkling eyes.

"... Um, who is Master Jill?

The kids talk too naturally, but isn't that disrespectful to call it? I asked the fearful Zilvester.

"Oh, because Zilvester seemed hard to say. I made it easy to say. But don't call me that."

"Why not?

As I leaned my neck, Zilvester looked down to tease me, humming his nose with hun.

"I never see an orphanage child other than me going here, but you will see him in the margins like a prayer ceremony. 'Cause a rough guy like you is going to call me wrong then."

To the shallow Zilvester of dating, I was heartless to be treated as a crude, but not a mistake. I had no choice but to agree slightly.

"You're right."

Gilvester pokes his cheek, laughing at my consent.

"It's been a long time since I had fun today. Mine, thank you for doing this."

Zilvester thrust his fist in my sight, gripping him with a good grip. I wondered if they even had nuts and worms I picked up in the woods, and what was in their hands was a necklace with black stones stuck in it as if it were onyx.

"Ha, thank you.... what is it, this? Is that magic equipment?

"It is a form of magic equipment, but even with this, magic is not available. Nothing happens where I prayed to God."

I looked up to Zilvester, convinced that it was the type of magic equipment that was intended for use like an anti-bugging magic tool.

"What is this for?

"I'll be away for a while. It's a amulet for times of need. If you find yourself in a bad situation, press your blood judgement on this gem area. I'll help you."

I have no idea if Zilvester's help is ever going to be needed. Cry to the chief cleric, I think we can do something about it to some extent. But let me get something for you.

"Turn around. I'll put it on you."

And when I turned my back, as I was told, I was tongued by Zilvester.

"Get out of my hair. You won't be able to put it on. You never got a decoration from a guy!?

"I've had my hair decorated before."

I think I had Benno wear hair decorations.

However, circumstances such as being given a necklace by a man do not include the Reino period. No, Reino Era never got decorations except for his family.

Thinking about it, even though you're not even 8 years old yet, I didn't know you'd be given a hair decoration or necklace, Mine, which is amazing.

... I knew it was your face. Does your face matter? If I lived as Mine, "there would be no such thing as a hot period in that unfortunate book of thought madness," would this be the time for me too?

"Does it look good on you?

"It looks good on amulets and has nothing. If you don't take it off, that's fine."

Even for the kids, I wish they would praise me there.

Zilvester pinched his swollen cheeks with both hands and pressed them all the way as I swelled my cheeks into the opinion without Zilvester's body or lid.

Push the air out of your mouth. Still, Zilvester won't let go. Instead, a force was put into his hands pinching his cheeks.

"Mine, I wear it without letting go of my skin. All right?"

"Hahi."

The deep green eyes of Zilvester, which look to me, were more serious than I have ever seen.