Ascendance of a Bookworm

If Dirk eats a lot of magic, he could be in danger by the time he borrows his magic equipment to suck the magic away. I want the art of avoiding even one danger.

"Lutz, please. I want you to go to the woods and get some tau fruit. Keep it where it's dirty under the workshop, it'll be a while, won't it?

I called Lutz, who was in the workshop, upstairs in his room, and asked him to do so with a small voice so that he could not hear Darmuel standing by the door. The existence of the fruit of Tau is better unknown to the nobles.

When I glanced at the dilk, it seemed that it was the only thing that made me think of a certain circumstance. Lutz nodded small and ran straight to the woods. Now you should be able to get your magic running all of a sudden and avoid things like Dilk dying.

"Dear Mine, permission to see you has been granted."

Fran came back with a tired face. He looked disgusted at both the clergyman and Arnault because he made another request for a fire visit yesterday today, but he can't help it because it's really urgent.

There's so much I have to tell the Cleric Chief about whether Dirk eats and how much magic he has and how to deal with it.

"If we're taking Dirk to the Cleric Chief's room, should we stop depositing it with Vilma today? Will Fran bring Dirk?

I was going to take Dirk, the man in question, to the Cleric Chief's room, but Delia hugged him to protect Dirk and Fran shook his head slowly.

"Dear Mine, we cannot let an orphan out of an orphanage who has not completed his baptism"

My room is the room of the orphan dean, so he can be considered part of the orphanage, but he can't take me to the clergyman's room. I had completely forgotten because I was taking him out to the woods, but speaking of which, the pre-baptism children were supposed to be locked in an orphanage so as not to touch the eyes of the blue cleric.

"... if you want to discuss it with the Chief Cleric, I thought you should take Dirk, but you have no choice"

I took Fran and Dermuel, as usual, to the priest's room.

When he sees me entering the room, the chief clergyman will look a little troublesome.

"Mine, now what?

"I think it's going to be a very important story, but is it okay if we talk about it on this occasion?

I lurk my voice a little and gently turn my gaze to the room. The chief cleric has raised his eyebrows slightly and offered him an anti-bugging magic tool.

"The more you care about your surrounding gaze, the more important story?

"... Yes. It's about yesterday's baby, Dirk, but it seems to be eating."

"What?"

I told him about the dilk I saw in the morning. The clergyman frowns tightly and exhales a heavy sigh.

"Depending on the amount of magic...... if you have a baby condition and that's all the symptoms, you'll definitely have a lot of magic there"

"You must be eating yourself, right?

"Ah."

The chief priest nodded heavily as he frowned. Look at me as I gently slap my temples with a ton and my fingertips.

"Depending on the amount of magic, you might want to get him to sign with the nobles as soon as possible"

"Contract…"

"Otherwise, I can't live"

In the words of the Chief Cleric I hold the magic instrument of the Bug Prevention strong.

Contracting with nobility means being enslaved and squeezed into magic by nobility, instead of being given magic equipment to live, and living a lifetime of killing. My body trembles, considering the fate of Dirk, the same baby as my own brother.

"Chief Cleric, can't you turn me into a blue cleric who provides magic, like me, or an adopted son of a nobleman?

"Raising that baby as a blue cleric costs money, but who the hell pays for that?

I've become a blue witch apprentice, and I know as much as I don't like it. How much money does this life cost? Even as I was moving Mine Workshop, I thought I'd jeopardize my foot in the red before the winter cage. Clothes, shoes, and things around you are expensive.

"In your case, you earned the necessary expenses on your own, but can you ask an orphan baby to do the same?

"... no"

"You cover the cost for both of us? Wouldn't that lead to giving priority to just one orphan?

I am stuck in words. I don't know if I can pay for two the whole time, and I hesitated to prioritize just one, and I was speechless.

The Chief Cleric seemed to have taken a look at my hesitation and exhaled slowly.

"Regarding adoption with nobility, but adoption requires the permission of the lord. Not everyone can get on the edge the way they want. In your case, it was decided that it would be better to be the adopted daughter of a senior nobleman in order to make the most of the enormous amount of magic and the talent and knowledge you could earn yourself."

Knowing that there were also many things in the story of the chief priest in the context of my decision to become the adopted daughter of Calstead. Definitely the chief cleric must have run for me.

"Mine, is that baby a woman?

"A boy, though?

Speaking of which, yesterday, at the time I spoke with the Chief Cleric, my gender was not yet known. When I mentioned Dirk's gender, the chief cleric shook his head slowly.

"... If you're a man, don't make it harder to adopt him. I thought you said the next generation of magic would be affected by my mother's amount of magic. If it were a woman's baby, there might have been a way to adopt her."

Rather than an adopted daughter, she would be raised from the outset as a daughter of nobility, as a pawn in a political marriage, the chief cleric groans.

I bit my lips gently. Is it because I have Reino's memory that neither the pawn of a political marriage, nor the covenant to keep and kill him, seems to change much in that he cannot choose his own life?

"Now that there is a lack of magic, maybe some want it as an adopted child, but first of all, I can't say anything without measuring the amount of magic in the baby. Tomorrow morning...... right, after 3 bells ring, I'm going to your room with my magic equipment to measure. All right?"

"Yes, I did. We look forward to seeing you."

When I tried to return the antibugging magic equipment, the clergyman offered it again. I took the magic tool in my hand, tilting my neck to see if it was also something I forgot to tell you.

"Mine, how many of you know that baby is eating?

In the word of the chief priest I lay my eyes down lightly and think. My side is full of people who are not familiar with eating. Even Fran has asked me questions because she doesn't know the symptoms of Dilk. Lutz is my gaze on the fruit of Tau, and I don't think anyone understands the side service, though I probably would have noticed.

"I think it's about me so far that I know the symptoms of Dilk are due to magic"

"Then lay low for a while and raise them as they are. Especially to be careful not to be known to the temple chief"

"... Yes"

I have to hide my food from Delia. Because if Dirk doesn't know he's eating, he can't even teach the temple chief.

It seemed a little melancholy to have to hide the dilk from the adorable Delia in an attempt to be a good sister.

The next day, when the three bells rang, the chief cleric came to my room with Arnault.

As the chief cleric arrives, the breastfeeding to the dilk is over, and the diapers are changed. Immediately after changing only the diapers, there are a lot of "hit" things, but there is no choice.

Dilk is just a baby who doesn't cry much. If my stomach is filled and my diapers aren't dirty, I'm basically laughing in a good mood. It's very helpful to do that, as I rarely get around to sleeping, and I'm a baby who can't help it.

By the way, our Camille cries a lot compared to Dirk. I have a long grump, especially when I want to sleep. If my mother didn't hold me, I wouldn't sleep very well. When the months change, I don't really know if I'm going to start sleeping or if it's my baby's personality.

Now in one corner of my room is placed a large cushioned object stuffed with straw, where the dilk is rolled to sleep. Delia sits next to Dirk and is dealing with him. This cushion is a bed of dilk that can be easily moved upstairs or to each room when Fran takes care of herself on the ground floor and when Rosina or Delia takes care of herself.

"Good morning, Chief Cleric."

I heard the door open and heard Fran from the ground floor.

"Where's the example baby?

"I'm upstairs now. This way, please."

I look back at the stairs with a hard look as Delia holds a dilk in a good mood laughing when I notice Fran's voice welcoming the chief cleric. The Chief Cleric is someone I can count on for anything, but maybe not someone I can trust for Delia.

"Thank you for taking the time to step in, I know."

Mine, pay for it.

Arnault puts the magic equipment he brings on the table and once he crosses his hands in front of his chest he goes back. It is a magical apparatus like a ring lined with small demonic stones used in the artifact.

Everybody back off, please.

When I paid, Delia slowly went down the stairs, anxiously comparing me to the decent dilk on the big cushion.

After confirming that everyone has gone down to the ground floor, the Chief Cleric retrieves the antibugging magic equipment.

"I don't care if you pay for it here, you don't have a voice."

I grabbed an anti-bugging magic tool and headed toward the cushion where I was sleeping the dilk. The chief cleric also takes a magic tool to measure his magic and heads towards Dirk.

If you hit the ring demon stone on Dilk's forehead, the magic fixture changed in size to fit perfectly the size of his head. I'm no longer surprised enough to resize it to suit the people the magic equipment uses.

"Oh, you've changed colors"

It was well understood in the change in the colour of the stone that magic is sucked just as it is served by divine objects. They say that when noble children are born, this measures their magic.

Where the color change was slowing down, the chief clergyman removed the circlet. And counting the stones that have changed color.

"Hmm.... something like a slightly stronger intermediate aristocrat"

"Intermediate nobility, is it? Thought it was more than me..."

I thought there was so much more magic in the dying dilk now than Mine, who lived to be 5 years old as a eater, but he wasn't.

"Your mental strength is not the same as a drooling baby without knowing to suppress magic and your appearance has lived to such an extent that even toddlers have grown up. Most importantly, you have nothing to teach anyone, and you're compressing magic, right?

As you get used to suppressing magic, the chief cleric said, the amount of magic that can be compressed and stored in the same vessel changes.

From the story of the Chief Cleric, I guess the original Mine had enough magic to devour consciousness at the age of five. Dilk should have had more magic at that point.

But when I became conscious and succeeded in pushing the heat into the back, more and more magic grew in the clearance that I could create. The filled heat tried to burst, so I pushed it further in and made a gap. With that repetition, they got more magic like fools.

The chief cleric says that I can't be in a young girl's body right now, compressing her magic all the time and hoarding it in her body. It is supposed to be the treatment of magic that can be taught in the House of Lords before the second stage of physical growth.

"Well, if you train from a young age, even the nobles can increase their magic."

"Don't make it easy, fool. It is adjacent to the danger of death that forces magic across the body and suppresses it with spiritual strength. You'd have experience, wouldn't you?

"Yes, many times"

I have fought many times to push the heat that spreads into my body into the back. Apparently, my magic got stronger because every day was a crisis in my life for about a year and a half from when I started living as a mine until I entered the temple.

"Without mental power, it's hard to compress magic. It would be natural to wait until you grow up and teach them how to treat you. There are also a few students who fail to deal with magic and put their lives at risk every year."

It was routine for me, but they gave me magic equipment when I was born so that noble children wouldn't have to take such risks. Until he goes to the House of Lords and learns how to handle magic, he basically drips magic into that magic appliance.

By the way, the Blue Cleric can't even teach you how to handle or increase magic, so they're going to keep letting magic flow all the way through the god's artifacts.

"Well, now, I don't care about you. The amount of magic this baby might want as an adopted child now that he lacks magic. But now that you're keeping your information under control with your own safety in mind, it's also dangerous to spread too much information and recruit those who want it."

If adoption is hopeless, at least, I want to find a good contractor for Dirk. I looked up to the chief priest.

"... Um, can the clergyman make a deal with Dirk?

"I can, but I won't. Because I don't need that baby magic at all."

It seems that it's basically nobles who don't feel comfortable with their magic alone that make a contract with eating. They contract for magic to maintain the land and treat it as a nobleman.

It's not a contract that I want to make too big of, so if you can put it on the table, it's considered mistress, side service, etc., subtly placed around, but it doesn't seem uncommon to keep and kill people in the basement at all.

... the guild leader spends a lot of money trying to raise Frieda like a nobleman.

As he sighed thinking about where Dirk was going, he sighed like a clergyman was frightened.

"If you're so worried, after you've been adopted by Calstead, you should be the contractor yourself"

"... me?

I blink at unexpected words. There was no idea that I would be the contractor of Dirk as a nobleman.

"It is possible if you become an adopted daughter and gain aristocratic status. Until then, lay low and grow up in an orphanage."

"Thank you, I know."

If I can be a contractor, no one can complain about raising Dirk. Though I need to hear the views of the clergyman and Calstead, who will be my adoptive father.

Until I am adopted by Calstead, if only I could raise Dilk to hide that he is a eater. When Dirk's future was likely to turn out brighter than expected, and I was pleased, the Chief Cleric narrowed his eyes.

"Mine, not if it's floating too much. If the temple chief finds out about the existence of this baby, he will surely be used. It is obvious which one will be taken by you, who will not remain of your own free will, or by the temple chief, who is still a selfless baby. Hide it through."

The temple chief will want a dilk to gain the magic he can freely do. And if he asks the temple chief to give him a dilk, there is no art against me.

"Always keep in mind that your position and environment will change dramatically if you can protect this baby"

"Yes."

After this magic measurement, which absorbed the magic, the more magic overflowed for a while, the chief clergyman retrieved the magic equipment and left the room.

"Dear Mine, what did the Chief Cleric say!? Is Dilk sick of anything?

When the chief cleric returns, Delia runs up the stairs. I shook my head slowly.

"No, there doesn't seem to be any particular problem. I told you to keep it up in the orphanage."

"Really? Good......"

Delia exhales like a bottom of her heart, hugging Dilk and rubbing her cheeks. When I saw how it was, I thought again that I could not adopt or make a contract with another nobleman.

"Master Mine, I'm here to keep the dilk."

"Thank you, Vilma"

Fran and Rosina enter the break in the afternoon. I can't rest slowly with Dilk, so I move him to the orphanage. Held by Vilma, Delia seemed lonely to drop off the dilk heading to the orphanage.

"You can go with Dirk, right?

"If we do that, Fran and Rosina will go on a break, and Gil will go to the workshop, but there will be no side service to refrain from on Master Mine's side."

"So shall I come with you to the orphanage?

I was scolded by Delia, who scolded me for her flanking work, so I tried to suggest that Delia could move.

"Master Mine, I told you before that I don't want to go to the orphanage, right?

And when I was returned cold, I bowed my shoulders gently, and went to the concierge.

Fran and Rosina take a break, so I can't wander around outside the room too much either. That's why I decided to make a second edition of the black and white picture book for Dilk.

Unlike the newborn Kamil, if you're a dilk trying hard to hit a turnaround, I think it's time you see a black and white picture book.

"Master Mine, how is Dirk doing?

"Aren't you even taking a nap?

I painted a picture of circles and triangles combined in ink on white paper.

All you have to do is stick the painted paper on the board using dry glue during the winter months. When Fran wakes up, have him melt the glue. If you take home a raised board, have my father drill a hole, and connect it with a string, the black and white picture book is complete.

"Master Mine, may Dirk not be crying or feeling lonely?

"With so many children, you won't be lonely.... even if it's too loud to sleep"

"Isn't that pathetic!

"... I have trouble getting mad at me. You don't know if it's a really loud environment unless you look at it."

Flush the words of Delia lightly and I will write down on the calligraphy board what needs to be done in the future.

First, buy several types of wax at the wax workshop. The raw paper of the Gali edition printing is mixed with pine yani and the like, not just wax, so that it is inherently easy to cut. But this time it's just wax. For now, I'm going to try wax pulling. I wish I didn't have to bother processing it so I could use it without any printing problems.

"Isn't Master Mine worried about Dirk?

"Vilma will keep an eye on you."

Next, in order to create colored ink, I would also like to talk to the people at the ink workshop, if possible. I couldn't use the material that was going to be an ingredient in the orphanage, but if I were to ask the spare workshop, I think I could use it.

"No, I don't know.... also! Master Mine! Are you listening to me properly!?

If I had flushed properly, Delia erupted. And I took my eyes off the book plate, and I looked at Delia, and sighed.

"If you're so concerned, Delia can go check it out. I'm not saying no to Vilma."

"... I don't want to go to an orphanage"

Delia frowned cuddly in regret. The complex emotions of Delia, who wants to go but doesn't want to go, are visible in her face.

"Yes. Shall I take a look at Dirk?

"No, it's sloppy!

Delia grabbed my sleeve with a gasp.

However, I was just trying to say "go to the orphanage" because they say that going out of the room without a side service is unlikely as a lady, but it's going to blow up more delia eating than I expected.

"Hey, Delia. Why don't you come with me?

When I inquired, Delia swimmed her eyes, swung her red hair as she sifted, grinding for a while. Delia, who raised her face, drew her lips in regret, and moistened her eyes, and glanced at me.

"... I'm not going"

Shoulder down to Delia, who decided not to go, and I turn again to the desk. Now Delia hasn't said anything either. I'm just wandering out of hand.

To dilk cuteness, I felt like Delia was not so far ahead of her on her way to the orphanage.