Ascendance of a Bookworm

A bottle filled with color ink made is forested. One by one, I put on a small wooden plaque describing the combination of oil and material. Arrange it in a shallow crate, and Joseph cleans it up.

The fact that Joseph and Heidi's arms complained about their limitations by continuing to mix ink for hours, and the fact that lunch was approaching, and that the book board was full for two, ended today's experiment.

I couldn't write on my book board anymore, so I borrowed Rutz's book board as well, and I sighed as I looked at the two book boards, writing the experimental results.

"The fact that colors are unpredictable is troubling."

"But if you look at it this way, you've got somewhat of a trend, haven't you?

Heidi glanced at my bookboard with pleasure.

When it comes to minutes about work, Heidi, who also remembers numbers and words, but says he can't read them completely, apparently had no choice but to remember the experimental results when it comes to experimenting with color. So when I saw that I was writing it down, I said, "Ma'am, great!" He admired it. As far as I'm concerned, Heidi's memory is the best that I can remember a ton of experimental results.

"Unfortunately, Heidi's memory can only be used in experiments. Far from the best."

"... with Mine"

Joseph and Rutz seem to have fit in strange places, sometimes with a slap on the shoulder. It's good to find someone who feels right. Every day is going to be a little fun.

"So, the day after tomorrow, you're going to compile the results of today's experiment."

"Atashi, I can't write, I'll ask your daughter."

Me and Heidi laughed and shook hands and broke up. I kept going home today and thought I'd summarize the results, pulling my sleeve gently as Gil showed a slightly hesitant bare gesture.

"What's wrong, Gil?

"Dear Mine, I want a calligraphy board too..."

Gil lay his eyes down and pounded. Speaking of which, I thought you said I'd make it for you in the spring because the letters are now readable and writeable.

"Right. Stop by Johann's Forge Workshop now to order Gill's Iron Brush. After that, I will return to our home to summarise the results of today."

It's on Craftsman Street, so the ink and blacksmith workshops aren't so far apart. I went to the blacksmith's workshop thinking that Johann might look disgusted because he would be a customer just before lunch break.

"Hello, Johann, are you there?

"Oh, my lady."

My parents, who were dealing with another customer, looked at the door with a glimpse, and as soon as they found me, they looked at me with laughter. He laughs all the time and suggests that you sit in an empty seat.

"Johan would call you right away. Hey, Gutenberg! Your patron's here!

"Buffoo!

Lutz and Gill hurriedly held their mouths to the teasing shouts of their parents. In the blacksmith's workshop, Johann seems to have completely settled on the name Gutenberg.

"So you're telling me not to call you by that name, parent!

Gutenberg is a proud and good call for me, but Johann, who is called, doesn't seem to like it very much. Protesting his parents with tears, he jumped out of the back.

"Hello, Johann"

"Ah, Master Mine. Welcome."

"I'm sorry before lunch. I have an order, okay?

"... I haven't finished my previous order yet"

Johann, who seems to be making the metallic typeface that I ordered extra, gave me an ill-defined look. The clergyman stopped me from printing the lithograph, so the metal typeface is not in such a hurry. I just need you to take two years or so to make a lot of it slowly.

"Please prioritize this order. I've ordered an iron pen before, but I want you to make Gil's share."

"I will!

The moment I ordered the iron pen, Johann's face shone. Grab a fist and poke it at you. With a caged face, I shrugged.

"Kuh... it's been too long. Work other than metal typescripts…"

... Something, I'm sorry.

Apparently, Johann doesn't have a patron other than me on yet, and he says he's making metal typescripts extensively. And when they're making metal typescripts, they tease Gutenberg with the craftsmen, starting with their parents. Maybe I should ask you for a different job once in a while.

"Now you're coming to order something other than metal typescripts."

How about, for example, irons for making raw Rowe paper, iron pens for the Gali edition, and sledding for the Gali edition? Though some things came to mind that I would like Johann to work with to make, any one of them is a tool for printing.

"I look forward to ordering non-metallic typescripts"

I felt just a little guilty for Johann's smile taking orders for the iron pen as a delight. Whatever you think, Johann doesn't seem to be able to escape Gutenberg.

When I finished ordering Gill's iron pen and left the blacksmith workshop, 4 bells rang indicating lunch.

"Mine's going home, right?

"Yeah."

"I'm hungry, so I need to get back to the store. Hurry up and lose."

Rutz said so and crouched on the spot. If we don't hurry home, they'll take less lunch.

When I was in a hurry, I fell on Lutz quietly. When Lutz fully stood up, he ran halfway back to the well square.

"Mine starts at noon. Stay home and summarize today's results. Because I'm going to see Mine Workshop at noon, and I have to report it to my husband. Don't go out there."

When he lowered me down to the well square and put the bookplate in my hand, Lutz rushed right to the store. He's so worried about lunch.

After dropping off Lutz, I transfer my gaze to Gil and Darmuel, who are blinking.

"... Gil and Dear Dermuel, thank you too. I'm not going out anymore today, so you two should go back to the temple."

"Oh, you're coming to the temple tomorrow, aren't you?

"Yes, I'd really like to go to an ink workshop, but if you fail to practice fesh peel, Rosina scolds you"

With Rutz's bookboard in his tote bag, I went up the stairs alone and went home.

"I'm home."

I open the front door as quietly as possible. Still, the sound of giggling hinges is inevitable.

When I slipped in, I said, "Welcome home, Mine. You were fast," my mother called out. Seeing you standing in front of him, he seemed to be preparing for lunch.

"What about Kamil, Mother? Are you asleep? You didn't wake up?

"Yeah, it's okay."

As she turned her gaze toward the bedroom, she asked, and my mother smiled and nodded small.

When I sneak into the bedroom to keep Camille awake, I glimpse Camille's sleeping face and put my things down. Then I washed my hands and started having lunch with my mother.

"Wow, wow..."

On the way to the meal, Kamil started crying with a fine voice. My mother rushes to eat her meal and rushes to Kamil.

"Mine, I'm sorry, but clean up."

"Fine."

I washed and cleaned up my own and my mother's dishes and began to write down on paper the results of today's experiment, which I wrote down on my book board and Rutz's book board at the kitchen table.

If I also summarize the experimental results on the table, which seemed to have no legality at all, I see a bit of legality.

Flaxseed oil often turns blue, mish is green, pede is red, eise is yellow, thurm changes irregularly, but it appears to be pastel colored.

"Um, sometimes, there's something out of the law, but I might have seen a little inclination"

Combination of materials to create a surprisingly large number of colors. If you summarize how this discolors in the table, you'll likely make more colors than you thought.

"You look difficult, and what is Mine doing now?

Camille came back from her bedroom, putting her in something like a baby sling wrapped around with a long cloth. I guess she's full after breastfeeding too, Kamil has her eyes patched open.

"I'm going to make a picture book for Camille. For that, I'm now making beautiful colored ink"

"You make it from scratch? Looks like a long way to go."

"Yeah, I think it's a long time. Kamil, are you in the mood today?

I stroke Kamil's face, which is delivered in the sling. Kamil stared at my face without blinking. I am satisfied with Delia, who is stuck with Dirk, who is completely defeated by her sister's power but just stopped crying for a bit.

"Kamil, Kamil. Mine, it's your sister."

After taking some contact time with Kamil for a while, Kamil starts groaning again. When my mother drops me off to put me to bed, I stare at the table I wrote myself.

"Is that it?"

Seeing the name of the oil, I realized that it contained no Paru oil familiar to me.

"What about Paru oil? Shall I take it to the workshop for a moment? Then, I'll have to check to see if I can apply the ink I made to the paper and it won't discolor, or if it's okay if I have time. I'll have to see what happens when I lay it on."

Write down one thing after another that comes to mind. Next time you ask Heidi, you have to experiment.

The next day I went to the temple to practice fesh peel and help the chief cleric. In the afternoon, when Dirk goes to the orphanage, he seems to be free to deal with Delia. And I asked Lutz to bring me some paper and brushes back from the workshop. Take it to the ink workshop tomorrow and try to actually paint the ink.

The next day I took the rest of the winter Paru oil and paper and brushes, and I went with Gil, Darmuel and Rutz to the ink workshop.

Heidi wandered around in front of the workshop wondering how long she'd been waiting. Find us and let our faces shine and wave loudly.

"Morning, lady. I've been waiting for you!

"Good morning, Heidi. This is the table that summarizes the experimental results."

As soon as I enter the workshop, I show a piece of paper summarizing the results of my experiment the other day. Heidi glanced at the table with an intriguing frown, then gagged.

"I know the ingredients by the way, but I can barely read them"

"And this is what I came up with when I compiled the table..."

As I stated what I wanted to try, Heidi glanced and nodded loudly.

"Paru can only be picked during the winter, so I didn't put it in the oil count. Because it's a demon tree, it might turn out interesting. Let's try it fast."

Heidi and Joseph each mix another ingredient with the Paru oil I brought. Heidi adds the red and Joseph adds the blue ingredients and mixes them together, working them out, working them out, and gliding, but they don't make strange discolorations. The colour was intact and the ink was raised.

"Paru oil is the color I thought it was both. Wow."

I've seen ink that just freakishly discolors, and I was just so moved by the fact that I normally had a color. Look at the ink done on the marble table and keep an eye out.

Heidi also looked up at the ink she could, ha, and exhaled with admiration.

"The colors are bright, too. It's very good. That's a demon tree.... Now I wish I had picked something other than winter."

"Right."

Paru oil, which can only be picked in the winter sunshine, is not a cheap material to use. Nice oil, but not for mass production. Too bad.

Next to me and Heidi being sorry, Joseph just starts preparing for the next one.

"So next time, I'm going to paint the ink I've made on paper"

Heidi helped Joseph with the butterflies and the ink he had made so far. As I watch the two prepare, I ask Lutz.

"Hey, Lutz. Can't a paru tree be made of paper?

Because a demon tree called Trombe is made of good quality paper, maybe a Paru tree will also be made of good quality material. Asked with anticipation from the quality of Paru oil, Lutz replied instantly, "I can't".

"It's a tree that won't melt if you hit the fire. There's no way the skin can peel off because it just steams and it won't disappear"

"... was that such a weird tree?

I had never seen a Paru tree because I could not go to the winter forest. I've only heard stories of strange and beautiful trees that show up only on sunny winter mornings, but I still don't know what kind.

"Ma'am, we're ready."

Heidi called me, so I told Gil with the brush and asked him to paint it on the paper. Paper once brought some failures of Follin and Trombe paper. I never made a picture book out of trombe paper, but I wanted to see how it would react.

"... Wow"

What a different color depending on the paper type. The trombe paper was almost the same color as it was when it was made, but the Follin paper gets a little dull color. It wouldn't bother me so much if I didn't line up with the trombe paper with just a little dullness. I tried to tell myself that it was okay, but the color started to change even more when I set aside time to dry. The colors are dulling more and more.

"Perhaps you should experiment with this by making paper of other materials as well"

As I lined up, compared, and roared the Trombe and Follin papers, Lutz gently clasped his shoulders.

"We'll only use Follin paper for a while, so why don't we just make colors to match Follin paper?

Lutz is right, the only paper we make in the Mine Workshop is the Trombe and Follin paper. It seems better to think about making colors around Follin paper, which is going to make picture books.

"I can't believe how beautiful this red was originally, but when it is applied and dried, it becomes a little black red tea. It's a good way to draw blood."

"I don't need that kind of limited use ink!

I flashed my shoulders lightly at Rutz's scratch. Maybe I have something to use. Because there are sometimes bloodshed expressions in the mythology.

"This is really hard. … I can see why paint making is kept a secret in art workshops."

That's what Heidi says and flaunts his shoulder.

With regard to paint, Benno said that there was no contract magic and although there was no problem with how any workshop was built, the method was kept completely secret with the workshop's own things, and that there was no paint in the lower town that was put up for sale.

For aristocrats, the workshop that took the order made it and went directly to deliver it. That's what Rosina taught me that was the side service of an art witch. I hear Christine was being cordial with multiple workshops because if he didn't order from the same workshop, he wouldn't be able to pick up the same color.

"Ma'am, let's find out why you discolor."

"Because it's the results that matter."

I know basic research is important, but I want to make a picture book for Kamil, and I'm wasting my time looking into that. I need ink quickly.

"So shall we overlay the colors? Gil."

"Yes, Master Mine"

Gil drew a line on the colorful paint he had painted. The colour of the overlapping area becomes softly black. It's not a complete black, it's a dark color, but it's not one bright color. "Don't mix. Danger" is this what you say?

"... what do we do with this?

We all sighed at the dark colour of Gil's words, who had picked a piecefully discolored piece of paper. There are no words immediately for too unexpected a result.

Joseph shook his head as he sifted.

"Paint looks like it would be good to use basically monochrome"

"But if you can't overlap it, you can't paint it. I guess the paint in the paint shop still has some kind of secret."

Heidi's right, if another paint overlaps, it turns black, there's no way you can paint like it's decorated in an aristocratic area. There seemed to be no doubt that there was a secret hidden in the paint here that I did not know.

"Let's get this over with today. No matter how many colors you try to make, you can't seem to change colors so much over time that you can't even paint them over."

Can you somehow sneak into the painting workshop and explore the secrets of paint? I let go of my stuck ink making.

Making color ink is virtually a failure, more than not immediately usable. Returning with an item, I was reporting on the results of the day as I cooked dinner with Thuri.

"That's how I got stuck,"

"If you overlap the colors, you'll have trouble turning black."

"Yeah, I'm in real trouble. I can't print it."

Softly pointing my lips, I mix the soup in a twirl. My mother, lactating to Kamil, leaned her neck wonderfully as she watched us make it.

"You're not using fixative?

"... What's a fixative?

Although there were fixtures for photography and painting in the Reino era, I don't know what kind of fixative is used here.

After a glimpse of me tilting my neck, my mother lowers her gaze to Kamil on her chest and opens her mouth.

"Settling agents are liquids used to fix color. Even when I dye the cloth, I use it so that the color doesn't change any further..."

"Mother, tell me more. How do you make a fixative?

My mother roared, um, as I glanced at my mother with a glimpse.

"Can I teach you?

"I'll find out if I'm hooked on contract magic"

"... well, if Mine can find out for himself if I can make it, okay?

That's what my mother told me.

They put a flower stem called the High Line in a tree sap called Gnarde and boiled it until it thickened, which makes it a fixative stock solution. They actually dissolve it in hot water about 20 times and use it.

"Be careful, it may not be the same with cloth and paper"

"Thank you, Mother. I'll try."

Upon learning of the existence of a fixative, I asked Rutz to gather the ingredients quickly. Rutz also seemed unaware of the presence of the fixative, keeping an eye out as impressed.

"Is there such a thing? If it weren't for Aunt Aefa, who works in a dyeing workshop, I wouldn't have noticed."

"Yeah. I'm going to make it as soon as I have all the ingredients. I asked my mother how to make it properly..."

As I was singing my nose to the light I plugged in, Lutz and Gill were all together and stopped me.

"Mine just needs to teach me how to make it"

"Yes, we'll make it. Master Mine can't."

If you want to make it in the Mine Workshop, I shouldn't work on it. I tried pointing my lips at being put outside the mosquito nets only by one person, but no one took my side.

He examined contract magic in a commercial guild, asked Benno to look for materials and was ready to make fixtures. Both Lutz and Gill have been mooing for new challenges that morning. I just gave the two of you a wooden plaque with details of how to make it and your turn is over.

I regretted being out of company a little bit, so I told Rosina about the color ink after Fesspiel's practice and complained that I was out of company today.

"That's why I'm the only one out there today, and Gil and Lutz are making fixatives."

"Well, then, Master Mine didn't know about the fixative."

Rosina turned her eyes round, not that I was out of company, but in reaction to not knowing the fixer.

"Fixers are a must to paint. Something you can't draw without."

Oh, my God, there was someone here who knew the fixer, too. It seems to be a must for painting. But Rosina says she doesn't know how to make it because she has only used raised fixatives.

"... Maybe Master Mine doesn't even know how to use fixatives?

"I don't know. Tell me."

When I asked for it immediately, Rosina smiled.

"You apply the fixative to the paper in advance and let it dry. Then if you start painting, we won't discolor you if you overlay the paint.... Master Mine knows something amazing, but you don't know what's obvious."

"Something I've never painted with paint or ink before"

"That's right," Rosina said, squealing, then pounding her hand and laughing nicely.

"If you can fixate and color ink, why don't you let Vilma teach you how to paint? Painting is part of education."

"I'll think about it"

I reply vaguely, thinking that I do not like any less free time. Somewhere in my heart groaned that I shouldn't have done it because two years from now I have decided to become an adopted daughter of nobility.

My mother asked me how to make the fixative, and Rosina asked me how to use it, so that I could paint it without inking it, dulling it, layering it, or discoloring it black.

It is the completion of color ink.