Ascendance of a Bookworm

I didn't even notice Camill's night breastfeeding, and it was only three days after Camill was born that I could sleep well. After everything that seems like a birthday celebration event to do at home and in the neighborhood, the family returns to everyday life. I, too, am to go to the temple again from this day forward.

I take Darmuel and Fran, who picked me up, to the Guilberta Chamber of Commerce. As a token of our celebration, we have to tell Benno how cute Camille is. Finally, we must also talk about printing relationships.

"Honestly, I was just born, it's so tiny, if I cry, it's red, it's fucked up, it's cute. I didn't think my brother was such a cutie."

He also tells Benno what he was extending to Lutz, Fran and Dermuel opponents on the road. Benno pressed his temples so badly that he didn't like it.

"Enough. I'm tired of hearing about my kid's pride in Otto. Just talk about printing."

"Huh? At Mr. Corinna's, were you born? I'm not listening!?

When!? and when I rounded my eyes, Beno ham frowned.

"Didn't I tell you? It was while you were caged in the temple. Because Otto is so loud, I thought it was something your father was telling me or Rutz or Leon..."

With that said, Benno turns his gaze to Lutz. Lutz glanced at her shoulder like she was in trouble.

"My husband told me it was muscle to talk, so I didn't dare."

"Well, it's certainly what I'm supposed to say, and I've seen Mine face to face since I was born... You couldn't afford to talk like that."

Benno looked a little farther, saying both at the completion of the metal typography and when he was summoned on a tour of the Blue Cleric. In retrospect, I do feel that it was a bummer and not a situation where I could come up with such a neat topic.

"I was born at the end of winter. His name is Renate. She is the daughter of the Gilberta Chamber of Commerce. Regards in the future"

I leaned my neck to an introduction that was too pale compared to the way our father was mumbling around.

"Mr. Benno hasn't been up much, has he? It's a long awaited trail..."

"Oh. Otto's up for my share, too. He looks like he's going to be spoiled like Azumi. If I don't rigorously educate you, the Gilberta Chamber of Commerce will crumble."

Bitter laughs leak at Benno like he chewed up a bitter bug. I could easily imagine Benno saying something sweet, while saying that if it wasn't tough.

"What?"

"No matter what you say, Mr. Benno is quite sweet."

"Ah?

And I was blindfolded with reddish brown eyes, and I clasped my shoulders.

"You can leave it to Mr. Corinna to educate you. She laughed and grew up gently, gently, sweetly, and securely profitable."

I'm fooled by the relaxed atmosphere of Corinna, but when I think back later, I've been dismayed several times when I realized I was belabelling valuable information.

Benno points me out, or tips me so that I realize I'm drooling over information, but Corinna doesn't do anything. If you think of it as a merchant, Benno is sweeter. Perhaps in the case of Benno, the response to me is sweet because of the continuing sense of guardianship when he tried to raise me as an apprentice to a merchant.

"I'm the one who raised that Corinna."

"... then the Gilberta Chamber of Commerce is cheap for a while"

Benno nodded "naturally" to my words.

"So, what's the story about printing?

"Don't print the hard copy for a while, the clergyman stopped me. Pushing on like this, he said, would make conflicting vested interests aristocratic. We have no chance of winning."

"... the aristocracy is vested interest? That's a run, but a win."

Neither does Benno, who likes to sell fights to vested interests, seem to be exactly going to sell fights to noble opponents. With a little relief I tell Benno what the clergyman told me.

"Specifically, it meant that we should not make books that were stunningly packed with letters for adults. He said there would be no conflict for making books for kids, so I want to do everything I can to make books for kids over the next few years"

"All the best... you say? Be specific."

Benno turned a blind eye and glanced at me. I nod loudly and announce my business plan for the upcoming Mine Workshop.

"Specifically, it is the development of colored ink so that paintings can be colored. Then, I would like to develop Rowe raw paper to improve the technology of Gali edition printing. We have to hurry. We can't make it."

"... can't make it? To what?"

I answered Benno, leaning his neck in surprise, with my breasts stretched out.

"I need a picture book as our cute Camille grows. I will do everything I can for Kamil, so please refer me to Wax Workshop soon."

"Does that give you permission from the Chief Cleric?

Benno asked me, distorting his face so doubtfully. Even though the Cleric Chief insists on getting permission and reporting from Benno, there's no way I'm going to do anything sticking out.

"The chief cleric said if it's a children's picture book, it doesn't matter because it doesn't collide with vested interests, and it's originally the chief cleric's order to color the picture book. Vilma's painting is a waste in black and white, or the book should have colors on it..."

"If you have permission, good. Let's turn our hands around so we can meet up with the parent of the wax workshop soon."

Promising to take me to the wax workshop, I left the Guilberta Chamber of Commerce.

"Good morning. We're back now."

Welcome home, Master Mine.

I was greeted by Delia and Rosina, and I dressed in blue. While dressing, I tell the two of them a story about Camill's birth.

"My brother was born the other day. His name is Kamil. She was just born, she's so tiny, she cries, she's red, she's a mess, she's cute."

"Dear Mine, that doesn't sound very cute in that way."

Couscous and Rosina zero laughter. It's cute where it's red and messed up, but it doesn't seem to convey very well.

"Whether Master Mine's brother is cute or not, it's none of our business, but why are you telling us that?

"He said it was to talk to a lot of people and make them remember. They wanted a lot of people to know that Camille was born."

Talk to one another about Kamil's cuteness, and where satisfied, start practicing fesh peel.

On the ground floor under Rosina's guidance, I heard a knock and a door open. After a while, Fran comes up the stairs and speaks with a slightly bewildered face.

"During practice, I apologize. Master Mine, Vilma wants to talk to you about the fire."

Let me through.

If it's for Burma's fire, it's decided about orphanage relations. I asked Delia to clean up the fesh peel, and moved to the table to welcome Burma.

Vilma, who came upstairs, had a baby in her arms. Both Vilma, who came up with a baby a little bigger in her arms than Kamil, and Fran, who has guided her, look at me with a face that asks for help.

"Vilma, what's wrong with that kid?

At least, I haven't heard of a pregnant gray witch in the temple. Even if it was in the service of the blue clergy, I'm only certain it's not a child born here because I say it's common for you to be returned to an orphanage if you get pregnant.

"He said he was dumped. Deposited with the gatekeeper..."

According to the story of Vilma, one woman approached early enough as the gray cleric, the gatekeeper, stood at the gate as usual. And he said, "I dedicate this to God," and they gave him a round solidification wrapped in cloth.

Occasionally, people come with offerings that they want God to pray for, or because God helped them, so they don't question so much, and the gatekeeper received them.

"Before I gave it to the Blue Cleric, I unraveled the cloth to change the item, and he said there was this girl."

I don't know what the hell is in there for the stuff brought from Lower Town, so I'm bound to change inside before I give it to the Blue Cleric.

"Dedicating a child to God..."

It is the orphanage that can be brought about by the fact that parents cannot kill, cannot raise, and entrust God to go beyond. A little bigger than Kamil, before a baby whose neck is sitting but big enough not to even crawl yet, I make him exhort anger at his abandoned mother.

"Master Mine is the director of the orphanage, so first of all, I brought him here. What can I do, Master Mine?

If we're gonna put him in an orphanage, we need the director's permission. But this is the first time I have had more children since I took up my duties as director of an orphanage, so I don't know what procedure to follow.

"No matter what they tell me to do, it's the first time I've had more children in an orphanage. All I have to do is talk to the Chief Cleric. Fran, I was wondering if you could ask the Chief Cleric to see me about the fire.

"Yes, sir."

Fran also left the room early, frowning like trouble, as this was her first project. As you know nothing about this confusion or anything else, the baby is sleeping well with Vilma's arms.

"You sleep well"

Watching a sleeping baby reminds me of Kamil and my face loosens. This kid is cute too, but our Camille is definitely cuter.

"... now that I'm asleep, it's good, but I don't know what to do when I wake up. No one can milk a woman who has had a child, so what can I do..."

Until now, there have been grey witches raising their children during pregnancy and shortly after childbirth, even if the babies have been brought from outside, if they are taken to the basement. Even the little babies were taking care of me with my kids.

But now the grey witch, who became my mother from the orphanage, disappeared and my knowledge of parenthood, which has been shared only on the basement, was completely interrupted. All the remaining gray witches and apprentices are girls like never even involved in flower offerings.

The orphanage children, who leave the basement with the baptism ceremony and grow up completely away from their parents, have no knowledge of pregnancy, childbirth or parenting, and they have no idea what to do with the baby.

"Does Master Mine know anything about how to raise a child without a mother?

"I've read stories about mothers who stopped breastfeeding substituted goat's milk. They say it's better for kids than cow's milk. It'll take a while, but if you let it contain a little bit with a small spoon, you should be able to make it drink."

Knowledge I just read in a story staged during the war, but they felt the light shined on Burma who had no idea. He made his face shine as he praised me.

"Thank you. I know, Master Mine. We will be ready shortly."

"You have to prepare diapers and clothes, too."

Vilma shook her head loosely as she thought of what she needed to take care of Kamil.

"We have some old minutes left, so we need to add a little more, but it doesn't have to be right now."

"Yes."

By the time I asked Fran to come back from the sheriff's office and prepare the goat's milk, I woke up and the baby started to cry as she shaved her own hand.

"I think he's hungry."

In my words, Vilma will give him a little bit of goat's milk with a small spoon. At first I noticed that I was different from my mother, and the baby who was reluctant and waving his head also started drinking Picha Picha and a little bit of goat's milk because hunger was a priority.

Exhale a ho and relieve breath. Now at least we have nothing to eat and it seems we could only avoid starving to death.

3 bells rang.

He was a freaked out baby by the sound of the bell, but immediately makes his appetite a priority.

"Fran, let's go to the chief cleric. Dear Darmuel, please."

Together with the two of them we headed slightly faster to the chief cleric. I'm in a hurry if I don't get that kid's environment ready as soon as possible because Camille is born and she's becoming more aware of her sister.

"Chief Cleric, I need to talk to you."

I met the chief priest and told him that the baby had been abandoned. Ask questions about the procedure when there are more children in the orphanage and discuss how to take care of them.

"How? Let's do it the way we always have, shall we?

"I'm having a baby, and I don't have the gray witch I was raising, so I'm talking to you?

Hearing my words, the chief clergyman gazed as he hacked.

"You did. But there's nothing I can do about it that's not there. You want to hire a nanny? Unfortunately, I don't have any parenting experience"

"Can you hire a nanny?

When I let my eyes shine that it would be much easier if it could, the chief cleric shook his head loosely.

"... if we can find a stranger who wants to come to the orphanage, we're talking about"

"That sounds difficult."

I don't think there's anyone odd enough to come to the orphanage. I conclude that it seems impossible. For one thing, it would mean that I would have to do something with my side of the service. I think the burden is pretty heavy, but if you don't want me to die, I'll have to do it.

"What shall I do with my name? There's nothing like that in cloth or clothes..."

"You can put it on there. I don't mind if I don't have the same name as the one in the orphanage right now"

"Yes, sir."

Upon completion of a thorough consultation, I returned to my room immediately. The baby is in a good mood because his stomach is full and he seems to have had his diaper changed. According to Vilma, who changed diapers, this baby was a boy.

"You're gonna have to take care of yourself. Vilma, if you watch alone, Vilma will fall."

If it had been when many pregnant women and mothers were taking care of them, it would have been no problem leaving them to the gray witches on the basement. But the gray witch who remains in the orphanage today has never dealt with an infant. I don't even know how to take care of him. I can't ask anyone a question. In that situation, no matter how much it takes to take care of the children, Vilma cannot be left to herself. It falls down better to look after him.

"Something that needs breastfeeding in the middle of the night. You have to get up late at night and get up early to take care of someone and get some sleep."

During the day, Vilma took care of him in the orphanage, and at night, in my room, the side service decided to take care of him in total.

Originally Rosina, who doesn't like being late at night, takes care of herself until midnight, and instead Fran wakes up early to take care of herself. When Delia wakes up, it's up to Delia to take care of him until Vilma picks him up.

"Me too! Why should I do that?!?

Delia got angry that she didn't know what it meant to take care of the abandoned child every day, if she were to take care of me, the Lord. It's not like I don't even know how Delia feels, but I can't let the baby die without taking care of her.

I stare at Delia. Is there any effective language? I need those words, like Delia's going to want to go ahead and take care of this kid.

That's what I remembered when I thought about it. That Delia, who said she didn't know her family, had an enviable eye. Delia has an intense longing for her family.

"It's only natural to take care of him. Delia is her sister."

"Huh? Your sister?

Delia compared me to the baby with a face like a dove ate a bean cannon.

"Given Delia's year, she's not your mother, so she's your sister, right? Think of this girl as Delia's family and make her adorable."

"My family...?

Delia leaned her neck like she heard strange words and stared at the baby with a shiver as she muttered "family" and "sister" several times.

"I just became your sister the other day, but Delia also became your sister today. Let's compete which one can be a good sister"

"It's up to me to win!

I slapped myself in the chest and stretched my chest like Delia was good at it.

I laugh small at Delia's condition. Now Delia will take care of you so hard to be a good sister. Basically, Delia is hard-working, diligent, straight.

The surrounding side service also gives a raw warm eye to Delia, who looks like she was completely put on board. But if you see how still young Delia takes care of you diligently, both Rosina and Fran must take care of you, thinking of you as a burden.

"First, shall we decide on the name of this child? He can't be the same as the kid in the orphanage, but he's free to make up his mind here. Is there any hope?

"A name similar to mine would be nice. It feels like family."

That's what Delia said, looking intrigued at the baby that fits into Vilma's arm. I wonder if it would be good if it would increase my attachment, and I think of a name that sounds closer to Delia.

"Similar names to Delia...... What about Dita or Dirk?

"Dita...... dilk...... Dirk would be nice."

Delia shines her face in plain sight and gently reaches out to Dirk's head, "Dirk, it's your sister," she said. The stroked dilk smiled at him.

"Master Mine, have you seen it? I laughed!

"... Wow, what about Delia? I, Camille, have been crying."

Suddenly I was only slightly depressed when I was shown the difference in my sister's power.

When I got home early that day, I strained to take care of Kamil in order to empower my sister. But the whole thing is over with my mother and Thuri, and I can barely let anything happen.

Do you have a knack for changing diapers, or if I try to change them, for some reason I pee on the way Camille is changing them and the area is in trouble.

"Yes, the abandoner is in an orphanage... It's hard not to have a woman to take care of."

My mother listens to me as she milks Kamil.

"Do you think there's anything I can do?

"Right.... It would be much easier to breastfeed at night just to take a nap. How about I give you as much sleep as I can?

With invaluable advice from a child rearing experience, I nodded heavily.

"Well, I'll do my best to change Camill and Dilk's diapers so my mother and everyone can take a nap"

"I need you to be able to do this fast."

My mother laughed happily, saying, though I don't expect much.

The next day, when I went to the temple, Fran and Rosina looked tired. Again, it seems hard to break the rhythm of life, prepare goat's milk at night, and give. Looks like you two need a real nap.

"Fran and Rosina should take a nap after lunch, for about a minute with a bell. It's hard to wake up in the middle of the night, so rest your body in the afternoon."

"I'm afraid so."

"That's very helpful."

That's what Fran and Rosina said as if they were in shock. It's hard for a mother to take care of my child. It must be pretty hard to take care of a child who suddenly comes into an orphanage.

"From that, Master Mine. Dirk's kind of weird."

That's what Delia said as she looked at Dirk worried. I sleep easily now and can't see anything weird anywhere.

"It was early this morning, but even if Dilk cried, he wasn't ready for goat's milk yet, and I had no choice but to make him cry. Then, while I was crying, my fever suddenly came up and my cheeks spilled on my face. If I gave her milk, it would have subsided quickly."

Fran said he saw it too, but there's nothing on Dirk's face. I wasn't sure what they were talking about, and we all leaned our necks.

"Let's keep the goat's milk ready and let it cry for a bit. If you don't take a look at how it's going to be, you don't know. I can't even ask my mother if it's common for babies."

We all stare at Dilk, who started crying on an empty stomach. After a while, I cried like I was giving you a golden cut, and the fever really came up all at once.

"Look, Master Mine. It's so hot."

When I touched it, it felt as if static electricity had run, rebellious, and Dilk cried harder.

"Master Mine, my cheeks are spilling."

"Delia, give her some milk right away"

"Yes, Dilk, please wait"

Delia puts a small spoon in her mouth. When you pour goat's milk into your mouth, you stop crying and start drinking it obsessively. Then, immediately, the cheek spill subsided and the fever dropped. Now there's nothing I can do to touch it.

"Fran, please sign up for a visit with the clergyman. … as soon as possible"

Fran immediately left the room to my voice, which had become a little pointy.

Delia looks at me anxiously.

"Master Mine, did you find out anything?

"I'm not sure, so I can't say it on this occasion"

I lay my eyes down and shook my head at Delia's inquiry.

I hope my expectations are different. But maybe, definitely. Dirk ate himself. That, too, I think, is such a magical eater that she dies when she's a baby.

To me, who did not answer clearly, Delia shook her eyes anxiously, hugging her all the way to protect the dilk.