Ascendance of a Bookworm

"Thanks for getting this far, Vilma. Please go back."

"But Dear Mine..."

Vilma turns a glimpse, as she cared about Fran and Delia. But if Vilma were here until I had heard all these two things, there would be an obstacle for the orphanage.

After sending Vilma back to the orphanage, I go upstairs. Are you awake, or some blurry atmosphere Rosina rose loosely out of her chair.

"Welcome back, Master Mine"

"Does Rosina know what's going on?

"No, I was woken up by Delia's voice, so I don't know the details"

To get some rest, they had me napping, but they made me interrupt that. Rosina, who has a smaller mouth count, is probably in a very bad mood, although she doesn't put it on her face.

"Stay in your room for a little longer."

"Let me do that"

Rosina falls back to her room in a fluffy foothold. After I had dropped him off afterwards, I went to the table and told him to make tea for Delia. I hope it boils water and calms my mind a little in the process of slowly and carefully making tea, with pale expectations.

"I'm sorry, but I don't understand the story at all. Fran, let me know more."

Now that Delia had gone quiet towards the kitchen, I had decided to hear the situation from Fran first. Fran nods small and opens his mouth.

"Looks like Arnault, who brought messages from Delia and the clergyman back from the orphanage, met him on the way, and they came back to the room together. At that time, I was just taking a break, and Delia called me in, and I hurried to see Arnault."

Apparently, Fran was woken up taking a nap just like Rosina, not just responding to Arnault, but hanging out with the arguments that Delia would blow.

If I had been in my room, I would have managed to deal with Delia and me without waking Fran up.

"I'm sorry I wasn't here."

"No, even if Master Mine is here, if Arnault comes, you'll have to call him."

Fran shook her head gently. If it's a message from the Chief Cleric, Fran needs to listen carefully.

"Besides, Arnault's business was really just a message, so there was nothing bothersome about it. It was unexpected that Delia was so overwhelmed."

Fran looks toward the kitchen and exhales gently. That's all, I knew exactly how hard it was to get stuck in Delia.

"So, what message did you get?

"Chief Cleric said you were looking for Dirk's adoption, but it still seems difficult"

According to Fran's explanation, apparently the clergyman was looking for Dirk's adopted son. And although it turned out to be an unfortunate result, Arnault apparently brought in contact with him so that he could be raised in an orphanage without being distracted.

... The Chief Cleric is too disciplined.

At the time I was told it would be difficult for me to adopt a boy, I had almost given up, and since I had become an aristocratic adoptive daughter, I had intended to sign with Dirk. For that reason, I even forgot about half the time I talked about looking for an adopted child.

After preparing the tea, Delia, who was serving a cup before me, hoisted her brow and stared at Fran.

"How come there's a story out there about adopting Dilk!?

From what I heard from Fran, it seemed that neither Arnault nor Fran had the information that Dirk had eaten himself. Now, Delia's anger is concentrated on one point where she doesn't know that Dirk's adoption story was in progress.

I lay down my eyes softly. The clergyman tells me to lay low the information that Dirk is eating himself. Since I have the magic power, how can I explain to Delia that I was looking for an adopted child?

"Master Mine and your family, me and Dirk, the chief cleric is also a hobby for separating your family!?

"There's no way I have such a hobby. The Chief Cleric has an idea for the Chief Cleric."

Apparently, in Delia's head, the chief cleric has become a bad person to separate his family from. With this way of saying it, I can't help but get fed up with Fran respecting the clergyman and get a little rough on the tone.

"Delia"

I exhaled slowly as I breathed deeply, and saw Delia.

"There are no gray witches here who can raise their children, so if anyone wants Dirk to be adopted, I asked the Cleric Chief to let him be, wondering if Dirk would be happier"

"Become!? Master Mine is trying to keep us apart!?

The spearhead of Delia's wrath came round to me. I shake my head and deny it.

"No, I'm not. Delia wouldn't have wanted to take care of Dirk at first, would she? I thought," If no one wants to take care of you,

You remember what you said once, Delia with her eyes open like a hack cages just a little.

"Well, isn't that just the first thing?"

"Yeah, it was only the first time I talked to the Chief Cleric."

The momentum of anger stopped when Delia was stuck in words all the time.

"There are no gray witches who can raise their children and I don't know how to take care of them. No one comes to the orphanage to hire a nanny. The burden of taking care of Fran and Rosina at night is enormous, and I thought it would be nice to have someone to adopt me."

By taking nap time once and for all now, and more time for Delia to take care of herself, the first few days when Dilk was being looked after but everything was in hand exploration were really burdensome.

Seeing it, Delia, who knoweth, scowleth at me in dissatisfaction, but mumbleth his mouth, and speaketh not.

"The chief cleric must have asked discipline to look for adoptive destinations. Probably not to be found, I was not expecting, because they were the first to say so. But the chief clergyman did his best."

"... Were you"

I pulled out my shoulder strength as Delia was convinced.

"I didn't think Delia would take care of Dirk so much, so now I'm glad the adoption story came through. Arnault brought me a message that he was going to grow up in an orphanage, didn't he?

"Yes, the clergyman said to encourage upbringing without distraction"

After several blinks on Fran's palate, Delia peeked into me with a face that seemed to want to dispel the slightest remaining anxiety.

"... So Master Mine won't let me and Dirk go?

"Yeah, because I know very well that Delia cares about Dirk, and I know very well myself that I don't want to leave my family"

"... good"

Delia held her chest down like a ho relieved, exhaling.

"I don't want to leave with Dirk. It's my first time, because I'm family."

Delia convinced me, about ten days passed.

Of all the things I was asking Johann to do, the iron came up whether it was the easiest to understand or inspired my willingness to create. So before I started printing the second picture book, I waxed the edition paper to enhance it. It's fine if the lows are somewhat thick, unless you cut them into gallows.

"You should be able to print full of this!

When I stretched my chest in front of the waxed and more durable version of the paper, Rutz put his arms together and tilted his neck.

"... Hey, Mine. Didn't the sheriff tell you to make it fine?

"Because if you pull the wax, it will be reusable. You'll be able to use it for a long time."

"Don't look away!

Though I was angry with Lutz, I am not willing to give in with regard to the picture paper. The script can be printed in hard copy sooner or later, but the painting will be redrawn.

"To reduce Burma's effort. If you can use it a few times, you'd better, wouldn't you?

Lutz, who paints and knows a painting of Burma that cuts in delicately, looked like he chewed up a bitter bug, holding down his eyebrows.

"... it's just a painting."

I waxed all but the paper of the painting, and I left the paper with Gil. Printing in the Mine Workshop is now left to Gil and the Grey Clerics.

Gill is starting to let me handle the workshop, and Rutz's hand is just a little empty. For this reason I alternate the days of entering and leaving the workshop and the Guilberta Chamber of Commerce with Lutz and Dermuel and the days of going to the temple.

The completion of the Italian restaurant, where the doors and window frames began to come in, is also nearby, going to see it with Benno, to the ink workshop and being told the results of Heidi's research to compile them on the table, busy.

"Mine, I suddenly shut up, but what are you thinking?

"About Kamil"

"Again."

It is toy making for Kamil that occupies my busy head.

He likes dilk for the crap he made through the trees, but he drops it on his face and cries a lot, trying to hold it himself. If a tree toy falls on Camille's pretty face, it hurts and it's pathetic, so I want to make you a toy that doesn't hurt.

"Lutz, I want a bell."

"Suddenly, what?

"Then you can make a stuffed animal rattle that you can hold in your hand."

I have never seen a round bell here that I used to watch in Japan, although there are metal objects that make the type of sound that is said to be bells and bells.

Although it may be difficult to make a beautiful sound, the structure is not difficult, so let's ask Johan.

"All right, let's go to the blacksmith shop"

The blacksmith workshop is not far from the ink workshop. I go to the broom and the blacksmith.

"Hello"

"Welcome. Hey, Gutenberg! Master Mine is here!

An artisan who has never even seen his face calls him "Gutenberg" towards the back with a normal face. It seems to have penetrated so completely that it won't even be a tease seed anymore. Even if Johann, coming out of the back, says without force, "Don't call me Gutenberg," he is gently flushed, "Yes, sir."

"Master Mine, what can I do for you today? I haven't got a pen yet."

I have asked for a few iron pens to be used to cut the galli, so it seems to take a little longer to complete.

"You know, you can turn work from Johann to other apprentices, so I want you to make these 'bells'"

As I began to draw the blueprints of the bells on the spot, Johann peered in with interest. Again, all I make is bell-type stuff, and there doesn't seem to be any round bells.

"Master Mine, is this cut in decoration?

"We need it to sound. You don't have to be in this shape, but be sure to include the cut in. Medium balls won't fall. Please."

Perhaps the size of the cut in, the thickness of the metal, the size and material of the middle balls make a completely different sound of the bell, but I don't know that much about it. If the shape is like that, the sound should ring. And have the tiny bell you could make as a medium ball to make a slightly larger bell. It sounds very good when it is a double bell.

"... Sure, this wouldn't be so hard. Is this in print, too?

"No, I'm going to use this for my baby's toys"

Even I would order something other than printing once in a while, and when I pointed my lips, Johann laughed with great joy.

"Isn't this the first time you've ordered a book or an order that doesn't involve printing?"

I thought he was the only kid interested in the book, like Johann appeased somewhere. Now I'm full of heads about Kamil, but basically I'm only interested in books. Because you seem happy, I thought I'd leave you alone for a while.

"Mine's only interested in books. If you think you can escape the Gutenberg title, it's a big mistake."

Lutz quickly dropped Johann.

"Johann needs to get used to Mine soon, too," Rutz says to Johann, who is easily depressed and laments, "I know, but can I have a good hope?"

"Yes, yes. Rutz is a fine Gutenberg, good at what I do, isn't he?

Lutz, who heard my words, was depressed with Johan. I meant to compliment you on Lutz, but why not? I can't solve it.

"I'll stay home today"

As I was about to leave the blacksmith factory and head home directly, a bell began to ring informing me of the emergency with Cancun. Shortly afterwards, a red light rises above the East Gate, like a rescue signal using magic equipment.

The most responsive to the sound and light of the bell was Darmuel, a knight. When he frowned and glanced at the red light of the East Gate, he immediately took charge of me.

"Let's hurry."

That's all Darmuel says, running straight down the road to the house. I've been hanging out with me here lately and wandering around the lower town, so I move on unmistakably through the entrenched alley.

As I say I don't know why, Rutz has run about Darmuel as he blacks and whites his eyes.

"I know the way now. You go home, you go back to the store, you do what you want."

That's what he tells Lutz to follow, and Dermuel runs away.

Normally, it dissolves in the square of the well, but today Darmuel ran up the stairs, knocking on the doors of Don and the front door while he was in charge of me.

"Yes, who?... Mine!?

So that he might push his mother halfway out, and Darmuel went into the house, and lowered me down. And look alternately at my mother and me with a harsh look that blinks in surprise.

"Something seems to have happened at the East Gate that needs the help of the Knights. I'll wait here for a while until I can make sure the witch apprentice is safe."

My mother was peeling a little at the sudden arrival of the knight, but she nodded quickly as to whether she swallowed things up.

"Regards Mine"

Darmuel stood in front of the front door so that he could deal with it immediately. Camille cried out, so my mother headed to her bedroom. I drew water for Darmuel, who was letting him breathe a little.

"Oh, witch apprentice. I'm sorry."

Drinking water all at once, Darmuel breathes slowly and breathes.

I went to the storeroom to find a cloth, because wandering around Darmuel would only disturb me any longer. I just wanted to know what kind of cloth there was to create a stuffed stuffed rattle with bells.

"There's a lot of white, let's rabbit"

After finding a cloth that looked comfortable to touch, at the kitchen table, as I was making moulding paper, a bird of magic equipment that I had seen before slipped through the walls and jumped in.

When I am surprised by the bird that suddenly appears in the room, Darmuel offers his arm towards the bird. A bird stood down with a bass on its arm opened its mouth.

"Darmuel, after sending the witch apprentice to the temple or home, to join the Knights"

The same words are repeated three times in a low male voice, and shortly afterwards the bird shatters and returns to the yellow Demon Stone. Darmuel took out some glowing tact from somewhere, as the chief cleric had done, slapping the stone with a cone, and chanting something. The Demon Stone changes its shape to a bird again.

"We are currently waiting at the witch apprentice's home. I'll be right back."

That being said, when Darmuel waved the tact, the bird disappeared to be sucked into the wall.

"Witch Apprentice, I also join the Knights to get information. You'll never leave the house until I pick you up."

"Yes."

To avoid even going out into the square of the well, he pressed, and Darmuel left the house.

I don't know what the hell kind of emergency it was, because I have no information at all, but I suspect it has something to do with me that Darmuel will be asked to rendezvous by the Knights.

"Mine, is the knight home?

My mother, who finished breastfeeding Kamil, came out of her bedroom with an anxious face. If I had a knight, I would have been relieved. Me, my mother and Kamil are the only ones in this house right now. There's no one I can deal with when something happens.

"The Knights called me, and I left. The Knights decided that they didn't have to leave Master Dermuel here, so maybe something terrible was avoided."

My mother laughed a little relieved at my words.

"You're home because it's over. Good."

Faster than waiting for information from Darmuel, that night, my father returned with information. My father has been working at the East Gate since spring, so he was at the heart of today's commotion.

"Dad, what the hell happened today?

"You should talk to Mine."

After dinner, my father exhaled slowly, drinking slowly as he licked.

"The other nobles made a scene to get into the city."

Apparently, the emergency that happened today was an attempt by a marginal aristocrat to force him into the city.

Various rules have changed since spring about the entry and exit of nobles. There is something in it that nobility should not be put in without the permission of the lord. Until now, noblemen can no longer include what they used to introduce to each other.

If you are a nobleman in this territory, you hear the lord's words directly during the winter gathering, but noblemen in another territory do not know that the rules have changed, etc. Apparently he was stopped by a gatekeeper who is a civilian and his anger exploded.

"It seemed natural to predict that such a thing would happen, and in the event of trouble involving nobility at the gate, the Knights are supposed to be on the move."

"Well, the lord thinks a lot of things too."

It seems my father was the one who called the Knights today by moving magic equipment for rescue signals deposited by the Knights. It's an embedded hammer of red stones, and if you tap the red stone that was deposited, it's a magic device that's a mechanism for the rescue signal to go up. I think it would be the same magic equipment that was placed in the carriage during the Spring Prayer Ceremony.

I can behave any way to a civilian opponent, but when the nobility of that city is opponent, the minute is bad for the rest of us. The leftover aristocrats, who were explained by the Knights that they could not enter the city without the permission of their lords, seem to have gone home, complaining of bumps.

"It is best for the nobles to solve the problems they cause. Very helpful, to be honest."

"Nevertheless, you had an invitation to the nobility here, didn't you? I know you can't get in without the Lord's permission, but why did you send out an invitation?

I don't know.

Does that mean I had an invitation that I deposited before spring? Even if you try tilting your neck, you can't know the right answer or anything.

To me leaning my neck, my father turned a serious face.

"Mine, be careful around you. The Chief Cleric would have said that before, wouldn't he? The other nobles might be after you."

To the attention from the Father I nod slowly with a divine face.

"Call the Knights as soon as you try to get in so that the dangerous nobles don't let you in, and your father guards the gate. Minn, be careful not to leave the escort."

I was glad to hear the words of my father, who said, "Protect the gates, the city and my daughter," and I smiled unexpectedly, even though this was the case.