Ascendance of a Bookworm

My father held me and moved, and when I got to the temple, Fran was waiting at the gate.

"Fran?"

"I saw a red light through the window asking for the Knights' rescue, so I thought maybe I'd come back. Let's go to your room."

Laughing like trouble and saying so, Fran begins to head to his room.

"Fran, we need to speak to the Chief Cleric..."

"Chief Cleric is not here."

"... Huh?

"Let's have a room for more stories. Gil, I'm sorry, but please wait for Master Dermuel here. Please leave a message so that you can come to Lord Mine's room, not to the Chief Cleric."

When I get to the room, my father, who dashed all over the city with his daughter, puts water in it and starts talking in the small hall on the ground floor. Fran opened her mouth quietly.

"May I speak to you after Master Mine returns?"

After we left, my father came to my room not so long ago. "I hear the nobleman entered the city the other day. Report me to the Chief Cleric," my father said, returning to the city to make sure I was safe immediately.

"I hurried to the Cleric Chief's room to report to him. But Arnault told me the Chief Cleric wasn't here."

Fran had no choice but to try to return to her room. Along the way, Delia called me in.

"Delia? What could I do for you?

"It seems Dirk's adoptive father has arrived, and he wanted to talk to Master Mine, who has been taking care of him. We already talked about Master Mine being returned, and we drove him back. I was relieved that Master Mine didn't have to go to the temple chief's room..."

Fran sees me with such resentful eyes that I hear why I'm back, but I have trouble being seen with such eyes.

"There was actually a lot going on here."

When I briefly reported what was on my way home, Fran narrowed her eyes.

"Considered in conjunction with Master Mine's report, the clergyman may have also had a request from the Knights. By the time Lord Darmuel returns, the Chief Cleric will be back."

Fran exhaled softly, saying that if the lords were to move, the knights must be undernumbered because they would also be accompanied by knights who would escort them.

"Dear Mine, please change into your witch clothes and wait until Darmuel meets you"

I ask Rosina, who looks anxious, to help me put on my blue coat.

Without waiting so long, Darmuel returned to the temple. Looks like the Knights' backup came, and they told me to go back to escort duty.

Gil and Darmuel will also be given water and Fran will explain the situation.

"... that's crazy"

Darmuel frowned a lot.

"I didn't see Master Ferdinand at the crime scene. I was asked to report from the Knights. Aren't you here?

As we lean our necks against the words of Darmuel, we shall go again to the priest's chamber. Darmuel said in a strong tone that something had to be asked where he had gone to Arnault.

"Witch apprentice, keep this"

As I recall something, Darmuel takes one ring out of the little bag and makes it grip in my hand.

"It's evidence that the man earlier had. There would be an aristocratic crest, wouldn't there?

"I can't keep such an important thing!

"It's small and not of good quality, but this has demon stones on it. Better keep it for when something happens. Unlike Master Ferdinand, I have no magic stones to lend to witch apprentices."

It seems Darmuel, who is a poor nobleman, cannot afford a demonic stone enough to lend it to others. They said that even the killer's things would be better than nothing, and I put on the ring which I had deposited. But it's not magic equipment, it's not adjustable in size.

"... maybe it's broken. A crest would suffice as evidence. Can magic be caged?

"The magic seems to cage once and for all"

"The quality of the Demon Stone is not good, so suddenly if you can put a large amount of magic in it, it could break. Be careful."

To avoid dropping the almost broken ring, head to Fran in the form of a gripping hand, me in the middle, left and right to the room of the clergyman in the form of the Father and Darmuel consolidating.

He's incapable of combat, and his kid Gil is leaving a message in his room. No violence, it seemed pretty shocking to Gil, who grew up telling him that today's battle when a blood splash flew and the dead came out. I can see you're pretty upset. If you can, I'd like to stay on your side, but I can't afford to do that.

"Master Mine, be careful. Really."

"Gil, nice to leave you a message."

On the way to the clergyman's room, I saw a line from the temple chief bending over the corner ahead. Next to the temple chief, who is a little hungry and raccoon, there is an ugly, plentiful man of toad descent. The costumes are different and the atmosphere is just as bad as the deputy and Echigoya. There are all sorts of gray witches and unseen squires around it, and it's a group of about 10.

I turned the nearest corner the whole time Fran rinsed and avoided bowling with the line. On the road to the aristocratic gate in the back, it is better for me to enter under the protection of the chief clergyman, although I will be overturned, but not face to face as much as possible.

My father lifts me up, Darmuel guards the neighborhood, and Fran heads to the clergyman's room early.

"Dear Darmuel, if you were with the Temple Chief, who are you?

"Count Bindebalt.... a nobleman who came into the city forging permits. Probably after you."

When Darmuel dropped his voice and whispered low, strength came into the arms of the Father who lifted me up. The Knights, or at least, if the Cleric Chief were here, he might be able to catch them, but he won't be his opponent in Darmuel today, either in his identity or in his magical prowess.

I see a door leading to the aristocratic gate. The moment I bent over and tried to make my way to the clergyman's room, it caught my eye that a line of temple chiefs was blocking the hallway. I was going to avoid it, but they were ahead of me.

"Count Bindebalt, that's Mine"

The temple chief, with an indescribable unpleasant grin, pointed to me as I remained held by my father. A toad laughs like a nihe ripped his mouth off, and sees me to be judged from top to bottom.

"Ho, this is..."

I cling to my father unexpectedly, exposed to the sickening gaze of goosebumps all over my body.

"Hmm. I heard you were back, but you came back to the asylum. Then they failed."

Incapacitated, and I wondered if Echikaya had squealed in a crouched voice, and he reached out to me.

"Mine, I'll make a deal with you."

"... I sincerely decline. Because I already have a promise."

"Hmm, even though you're under asylum, you don't have any contracts? Then there's no problem if you sign the contract first"

A toad rocked his plenty of stomach with a hefty, odd laugh and stepped forward.

"Will Count Bindebalt also adopt Master Mine?

Delia, who held up the dilk, came out from behind the temple chief and raised a gorgeous voice out of place. "It's nice to be seen by a nobleman" or "I'm aligned with Dirk" sounds delightful.

Hung, and the toad snorted to ridicule Delia.

"Adoption? With filthy civilians? No way."

"But the Count is with Dirk..."

"I didn't adopt you. It was a subordination agreement with that baby."

The contract, which was taken out with a hefty laugh, looked like an official parchment document, but the flashly decorated item of the contract was doubled. With a sneery grin, when the Count turns that part, the item does not appear as an adoption, but as a subordination contract for eating.

"Huh? So the dilk..."

"Instead of getting a magic kit to protect your life, they'll kill you for life."

And it came to pass, in my words, that Delia held the dilk in her arms, and shook her head with a sieve, and looked up to the temple chief, as if she were frightened.

"Liar! Oh, no... that's not true, is it? The temple chief wants you to stay with Dirk."

"Don't be dramatic, Delia. The baby grows here for the temple. It doesn't make any difference that you can be together."

In a favorable face, the temple chief told Delia. "This is a deal. Instead of Noon getting the baby, Mine just gets out of the temple".

Delia blues and compares me to Dirk.

"Master Mine leaves the temple instead of Dirk...?

Plenty of bellies come into my sight to hide the appearance of Delia squeaking like a snarl.

"This is the contract for you. Come on, sign the contract. Spring ahead, today, thanks to you, I've lost a lot of pawns. Do you want me to bury the loss yourself?"

If the Count leaves one step ahead, we will step back. The priest's room, which seems to help me, is on the back of the line of the temple chief.

"Chief Cleric..."

The temple chief, who picked up my grunt, crooked his lips and mocked.

"Unfortunately, your asylum chief is absent. It doesn't matter how much help you ask. Just disappear from the front."

The temple chief spoke to a toad standing a few steps ahead.

"Count Bindebalt, there is no lord or chief cleric. Now is the time. Whatever happens here, I don't care if you take Mine on your own. Hurry up and get out of town."

Tensions ran on the spot at the words of the temple chief.

When the Father lays me down and leaves one step forward, he lays his hands on the weapon. You have to deal with nobles of higher rank than you, while Darmuel bites your back teeth off, and you hold the weapon. Fran also took the dagger out of the bag she was wearing on her hips.

"... may kill except children. Catch him."

With the voice of the toad came out three men who were in the line. It had the same atmosphere as the man my father had defeated earlier, and the contracted eating was like a model that would eventually happen.

Darmuel deals with the two people who jump at me, and the other one with my father and Fran.

Compared to the duly trained knight Dermuel, the Count's private soldiers are weak in combat and magic and seem to take some time to build up their magic. I haven't been able to fight well. But it seems tough to deal with the two of them, and Dermuel manages to fight but looks very painful.

My father and Fran, who are dealing with one person, were struggling because they seemed to be pushing at first sight but couldn't contain their magic. If you fight with only weapons, there is nothing you can do when you are attacked with magic, although my father has his share.

As soon as the man's ring glowed calmly and the magic struck out against my father and Fran, Darmuel took out the instant glowing tact and shook it. There is a hard sound with the kings, and the magic is played.

"Nobility...!?

The moment Darmuel took out the glowing tact, the toad and the temple chief changed their expression. Approaching Delia with spitting momentum.

"Delia, who is that!?

"I'm a knight who's escorting Master Mine."

High, and a small, breathtaking Delia replied reflexively, the temple chief opened his eyes and looked at Darmuel.

"He said it was the knight who was so miserable!?

Was the chief cleric laying low on information? Apparently, even though the temple chief knew that the escort was on me, he did not know that Darmuel was noble and a knight. Darmuel, dressed in simple clothes so he can go to Lower Town, doesn't look like a nobleman at first sight.

"Don't argue for a moment when the Knights know about it. We need him to disappear, too."

Until then, the Earl, who was nibbling and watching what was going on, poured magic into the ring that stuck in his slender finger, waving with the bun. A lump of magic gleaming in thin blue flies out of the ring and toward Darmuel.

"Danger!"

I also waved at the sight imitation and struck out the magic. The magic of the Count shining in blue and my whitish magic collide, and the magic of the Count deviates.

I made a sound with the van and hit the wall, but it doesn't have one scratch on the wall as if it absorbed magic.

"The food of the civilian population is small..."

In frustration, the Count narrows his eyes and puts more effort into the ring.

As I stared at the earl's ring, I poured out my magic, careful not to break it. With the magic I can get out of this ring, I can only do enough to change direction. Still, I can't even Count's opponent to Darmuel, who's two opponents.

... Better than being able to come in a fleshshell fight.

If they beat me or jumped me, I would lose in an instant, but if I just hit the magic and stray, I could buy some more time.

"I wonder how much magic can hold up to that extent?

Huffled and laughing, the Count began to fly his magic one after the other, as the lion swarmed the small animals. I play the flying magic with the smallest possible magic.

"Nooo..."

Unpleasantly the Earl narrowed his eyes and glanced at me.

When I held my fist and looked to the Earl so as not to drop the rash ring, the Earl caught his eye on my ring.

"... what. Aren't you wearing a subordinate ring already? Haha, what a farce. I don't even need to do this. You're out of trouble."

When the Earl saw the ring on my finger, he suddenly laughed. The ring that I am wearing is the one that I give to the devourer who made the covenant of subordination, and when I wear the ring, he will not be able to attack the Lord. Seems like a ring that can't be removed without breaking the contract. They say that if we violate orders, we can force the Lord's magic to pour in and inflict pain.

"If you don't want to feel painful, follow me"

In front of the Count, who laughed furiously as he was good at it, I let Supo take the ring off. Perhaps I can't use it as my original use without a contract.

"It's a ring that will come off soon, this"

"What!?

Beyond the eye-opening toad, turning bright red to a slightly bald head, the temple chief said, "It's busy!," he exclaimed, taking the dilk from Delia's hand.

"Ah!"

As Delia opens her eyes wide without being able to react aggressively to the sudden events, the temple chief is forced to take the magic away from the dilk with demonic stones. Dilk turned blue and moved to cramp with a tingle.

"... not much"

"Dilk!"

Delia screams and reaches out to get the dilk back.

With his tongue pounding, the temple chief pays Delia's hand and strikes out his magic against me. And I hastened the ring, and deviated from my magic, and chewed off my teeth, and stared at the temple chief.

"Oh my God!

My whole body stains with anger. Faster than my intimidation appeared, the temple chief put before himself a dilk that was powerless and gaggling.

"Hung, can a baby attack you? Do you want to do it and drop Delia into the abyss of despair?

"Stop! Master Mine! Please!

There's no way you can make Dirk a wall of meat, beg Delia with a screaming voice, and intimidate her with magic.

Breathtaking moment of hesitation for a long time.

I was caught by the gray witch of the temple chief, who was approaching me from side to side.

"Shah......!?

"Mine!?

"All right, well done! Keep catching him."

While the temple chief says so, he passes a neat dilk as he throws it toward Delia. I saw Delia hugging Dilk crying.

"Looks like we can make a deal with this."

The Earl, who smiled and approached me, cut my fingertips with a knife. Unlike Lutz cutting me shallow when pressing my blood judgment, my wounds and other inadvertent movements cause unexpected and deep scratches.

"Ouch!

With Niyaniya and an unpleasant grin, the Count takes out the contract and approaches. If I held my hand in at least disobedience, I would have dripped of pompous blood.

"Open your hands."

Faces like toads approaching, disgusting. With a kick and a glance, I hold my hand with as much strength as I can.

I desperately resist the power to force it to open, but it will soon open up to me without the original power.

"No, no, no! Ouch!"

"Let go of Mine!

With such anger, my father fed his full kick from the back of a gagged gray witch. With a tremendous shock I am busted towards a toad that was imminent in front of me with a witch. I was instantly pulled out and held up by my father, who hit me in the stomach and fell in a way sandwiched by a witch and an earl.

"I'm sorry I did something abusive. Did you make it?

With that said, my father's eyes did not look at me. Looking at a grey witch who can be jerked off next to the Count, this time kicking her belly up. A diarrhea (shabu-shabu) popped out of the witch's mouth.

"Hey, what a terrible thing..."

My father watched coldly as the temple chief and his side of the service trembled at the violence he never saw in the temple.

"Are you going to say it's not terrible to catch a toddler, poke a knife, and press for a contract you don't agree with"

"This civilian!

The Count, who was defeated on the floor with us, wakes himself up bright red in humiliation and waves the ring with anger emotions.

The greatest magic ever struck out. A chunk of blue light flew straight this way. The distance is too close to allow magic to enter the ring in time.

Unlike me, who shut his eyes all the time, my father took me in his arms and flew to the side and rolled.

"Ugh!

"Dad!?

It seemed completely inevitable and swollen red like a burn from my father's left shoulder to his elbow. Kachin and switched in me as my father groaned in pain.

As I come out to roll out of my father's arms, I strike my magic with all my might from the beginning, looking to the Count, who is gently standing up and accumulating his magic in the ring.

"I won't allow it!

The demonic stone of the ring broke shattered with the sound of bread and balloons on the magic overflowing from all over her body. At the same time, he kneels down on the spot gazing at the unexpected and intimidating Count as unbelievable.

The Earl tries to move his hand with a blurb and tremble, but his hand seemed to be hard to move as it was being put on even by heavy weights. I'm not going to let you do anything more.

"Count Bindebalt!?

To the voice of the head of the temple like a hurry, I turned my face straight and looked at the head of the temple. I'm not afraid of the temple chief or anything else who lost a wall of meat called Dilk.

Shortly after he thought so, the temple chief took the black demon stone out of his nostalgia.

"Don't think I'll eat the same hand over and over again"

A black demonic stone in the hand of the Temple Chief absorbs my magic more and more. To the temple chief who laughs like he's good at it. I still beat the magic out of him. But magic just gets sucked in.

"Damn, I was alarmed. I didn't know you were the bearer of magic so far."

The Count, once on his knees at the edge of his sight, stands still. I removed the glowing tact with a faceless expression that completely erased the expression that was insulting this one.