Ascendance of a Bookworm

"Watch the witch!

He stood between me and the Earl with a glowing tact of darmuel changing his complexion. In a situation where I am protected on my right side on Darmuel's back, I continue to pour my magic on the temple chief, who wins proudly and obsessively distorts my face.

"No use."

That's what the temple chief said, and when he leaked a low laugh, he began to see a light yellow color on the black demon stone, and there was a picky little noise. A muscle, another muscle and a crack enter the demonic stone of a loose sphere.

Regardless of the stunned temple chief, I stared at the demonic stone and continued to pour out my magic. As I look at it, it changes color from black to pale yellow.

"... hey, what!?

The black color is gone, filled with light yellow and looks like gold. The demonic stone, filled with fine crackles, dazzled once and then began to collapse like sand.

The temple chief gazes at the pale golden, discolored demonic stone becoming sand and zeroing out of his own hand, more open than ever, shivering his lips. Even in the meantime I continued to shed my magic towards the temple chief.

"Mine, what are you... Ha!

A temple chief who sees me with his blood-running eyes receives intimidation from the front, presses his chest and vomits blood. The moment I tried to keep my magic rolling, I heard Darmuel's painful groan.

"Ugh!

Looking back, Dermuel was on his knees on the spot. You lose power in your hand, glowing tact leaves your hand and scratches it off so you can untie it into the air. Slowly Darmuel's body tilted and collapsed on the spot.

"Dear Darmuel!?

When I rushed over, I heard breathing sounds that seemed painful, but I was unconscious. "Dear Darmuel, Dear Darmuel..." even if you try to speak up, the only thing that returns is groaning.

"To this degree of magic knights are crude..."

Hung snorted as the toad mocked Niyah Darmuel.

Darmuel is in danger as it is. As I looked around for help, the men on the enemy's side, who had three, were about to leave the last one flirting.

As my father grabs the back of the man's head and dunkshoots him in basketball, he slaps him on the floor. Leaving a man on the spot, stripped of his white eyes and unconscious, the Father turned to me as he sheltered his powerless left arm.

"Mine!"

"Father..."

Fran was also wounded in the battle with the men, apparently breathing rough through the door leading to the aristocratic gate.

The temple chief under my intimidation is nodding and vomiting blood on the spot, and the side-serving gray witch grates around the temple chief. Delia keeps a neat dilk in her arms and doesn't move.

Me and the Count are the only ones standing on the spot without any major injuries. In a situation filled with such confusion, suddenly, the door to the Cleric Chief's room opened.

The clergyman, who was supposed to be absent, comes out, sees the tragedy in the hallway, and opens his eyes for a moment.

"What the hell is going on!?

Sure, anyone would be surprised if, as soon as they got out of the room, the injured man, who at first glance only looked dead, was gobbled up. But there's so much fuss outside the room, why hasn't the clergyman noticed coming out of the room? That's stranger.

"I thought you said Arnault was absent. Why are you here?

"Whatever they say... Like I said Arnault's not here, I told him. I didn't actually throw up because I couldn't see you when you came to my room."

To the flipping voice of the temple chief, the clergyman said so with a cool face. Being in that room, but not seeing you and not being there, was definitely caged in the sermon room, I guess. That room that goes in and out by magic seems completely isolated, and you can't hear the hustle and bustle outside at all.

The clergyman looks around as he gently raises his eyebrows. The moment my eyes met, I was looked upon lightly, and I hid behind my father. It may have been found out that I let my magic run wild. Tied to a chair and breathing in the fear of being told a painful and scary story, the chief cleric held his temple and turned to the temple chief.

"From what I have to say, Chief Temple, I'd like you to explain this situation. Looks like someone you don't recognize is inside the temple, but who the hell is he?

But the temple chief does not try to answer questions from the clergyman. Just keep your mouth shut and stare back. There was already no glowing tact in the hand of the Count with his gaze turned, and he shook his belly with an arrogant expression and looked at the Cleric Chief.

"Do I need to name my cleric opponent? I'm here with my legitimate permission."

"I'd like to show you that permit."

"Why do you have to make it look like a priest?

In the interaction in the Knights, I was aware that the clergyman was of considerable standing, but seemed to have only the perception of being in the temple for the Counts coming from other realms, a much more high-pressure attitude.

"It is the nobility of the other realms who are here. You're not gonna let this happen in the Lord's absence?

Inspired by such an attitude of the Count, the head of the temple, who had distorted his face and vomited blood, also wiped his mouth, regaining his high-pressure words and actions, and stood up.

"Isn't it the temple chief who caused this? There is no way that permission will be granted in the absence of the Lord."

"I've been getting it for a long time. Therefore, it was not Noah who caused the incident. It was Mine who disturbed the peace of the temple and attacked the nobility. If you're responsible, there's only Mine. Immediately capture him for treason against nobility."

Immediately after the temple chief pointed at me hatefully, he spit out his gobbly blood.

"Here, look at this. Not once, not twice, it attacked Noon with magic. There's no way I can do it without malice."

"Oh, I've been attacked, too. A civilian who was only given a blue coat struck me with magic. The child should be punished."

As the Earl looked at me, he gave a gruffy, disgusting laugh. It's the aristocratic theory that existed at the time of Sikikoza. Civilians must never turn against each other.

"Come on, get Mine. Make sure you can't activate the magic."

The chief priest exhales gently into the voice of the temple chief and walks towards me and my father. My father took my hand and shook it.

"Mine, you've made another outburst of magic"

It was an emergency.

"Sounds like it. If you look at this, you'll see."

The chief cleric, whining small, looked down at me with a pitiful, sad eye. It shows that the Chief Cleric cannot shelter me.

"... Chief Cleric, am I guilty?

"Oh, because the temple chief and the nobles of the other realms are the opponents. Not just you, but your family, your side service, will be guilty."

To the word of the chief cleric I looked up to my father as I said, "I'm sorry, Father". My father leaked a cool little laugh.

"I was ready to die when Mine entered the temple. Same thing this time."

"I wish I had enough power to kill the Temple Chief and the 'Toad' and bury them and hide the evidence before the Cleric Chief came out, not halfway magic anymore"

When I joked and clasped my shoulders, the chief cleric also slightly distorted his cheeks. "Unfortunately, you're a detour, so you can't hide evidence," he said.

"Ha.... Master Zilvester's amulet, it didn't work. You said you'd help me."

I then pulled out the chain of my neck. The golden flames are shaking unchanged in the middle of the black stone, but it makes no difference.

Stare at the necklace so that the chief cleric sees something incredible.

"Mine, what's wrong with this?

"Looks like we had a great time hunting in the woods of Lower Town, and Master Zilvester thanked us. Protect me."

"I see. Don't make this a powerful amulet"

To the word of the chief priest, I blink. He was such a powerful amulet that the Chief Cleric unequivocally affirmed it. I apologize to Zilvester in my heart for doubting you.

"... but only if you're ready."

That is what the chief priest said, and looked alternately at me and my father.

"What are you prepared for?

"I'm ready to be adopted."

"Are you the adopted daughter of Master Calstead? Then..."

I was ready, and the chief of the clergy shook his head.

"It's not Calstead, it's Zilvester's adopted daughter"

Gilvester's adopted daughter like a elementary school boy with contents that she doesn't know what to do, not a dependable Calstead. Too unexpected, I blink my eyes several times.

But I don't know, but Zilvester wanted to help me, so he gave me this amulet. If only you could protect those who connect with me, including my family and my services.

"… so, if you can help us all, we're moving on"

"Mine!"

My father opened his eyes and raised his voice, but I shook my head slowly.

"I'm sorry, Dad. But I want to protect everyone, too. Forgive me."

"If I'm ready for you, that's fine."

With that said, the chief cleric handed me the ring. A ring fitted with yellow stone falls into my palm. It's not the same size or transparency as the Demon Stone in the Evidence Ring that just broke.

"Mine, pray to the wind and protect it. From my magic."

"The magic of the chief priest, from?

In unexpected words I leaned my neck and looked up at the Cleric Chief, who laughed niggardly with a face as vicious as I had ever seen.

"Oh, when you open the door, the magic leaks and it's troublesome, so make a windshield in a way that covers the door so there's no magic leaking outside the door. That's a big name for it. Take this opportunity to eliminate those who stand in the way"

Apparently, the situation held from his head by the toad and the temple chief was a very unpleasant one for the clergyman. I don't know what the hell you got, but happily lift the edge of your lips and turn your back on me with a curl.

"Have you sealed Mine's magic?

"I gave you magic equipment"

"Right. Then it's better to throw these dangerous people out of the realm."

The chief cleric laughed with a hoot of nose at the temple chief, who interpreted the words of the chief cleric on his own and made his face shine. Then the clergyman, who took out the glowing tact, sets up the tact in view of the temple chief. It's an obvious hostile gesture.

"Hey, what?

When the chief priest waves the tact as he chants something, the band of light coming out of the tact wraps around the temple chief and wraps it around. The temple chief, who became like an elongated masterpiece, bit his teeth off with a gizzard.

"Chief Cleric, what the hell is this imitation?

"I'll be in trouble later if I die now. That's all."

"... death?

Leaving the temple chief raising his eyebrows at the noisy words, the clergyman turned to the toad. The Count, visibly wolfish, points to the glowing tact that the clergyman has.

"Why would a cleric have something like that!?

"Isn't that decided, of course, because I'm a nobleman who graduated from the House of Lords"

It seems that the glowing tact is like a sign of graduation from the House of Lords. If you're a cleric who's supposed to grow up in a temple, you can't have glowing tact. The chief cleric is not a shrine-raised cleric, although there is no way the nobility of any other realm knows that.

"Well, let's hope for someone, Count Bindebalt"

"Why did you name me..."

"I can't possibly be unaware of the names of those who failed to enter the city without the Lord's permission and took care of the Knights"

He knew all about it and asked the toad his name and circumstances. I think you still have a good personality.

"If you leave this territory, you may think you're the only one who's safe, but don't think I'll let you get away easily now that you've earned your big name"

"Big name, you say?

The magic of the clergyman pours in toward the tact.

The Count, who had his eyes open to the chief priest bringing out the glowing tact, also felt the magic pouring in, putting up his tact as he wolfed.

And I felt the magnitude of the magic of the chief priest, and swallowed not a breath. I can't compare the magic power of the toad earlier.

"Father, carry Master Dermuel to the door with Fran immediately!

That is what I ask of my father, and I rush over to Butterflies and Fran. As I approached him, Fran tried to stand up, distorting his face.

"Fran, don't move! Sit down!"

Not sure in the long run, but small scratches and bruises are made here and there.

"Fran, I'm sorry. Are you okay?"

"I'm not used to this kind of thing, so I'm sorry I can't help you"

There is no way a gray cleric who has not been trained in combat or otherwise, who is taught that violence is no good, is used to this. I'm worse off involved.

"Don't be modest. You've been cut off from time to time without interrupting my movements. I guess I have good eyes. If you work out, you'll be strong."

My father, who was in charge of Darmuel, came to the door and labored Fran. Step forward to protect Darmuel, Fran and Father, laid to their feet, and I pour magic into the ring and complain of prayer.

Szczeria, the guardian goddess of the wind, the twelve goddesses of my family who serve my side, who hear my prayers, who give me holy power, who feed me, who keep harmful things away from me, the shield of the wind.

Create a shield of wind to wrap the door and ourselves. My father shrugged as if he had never seen me use magic in this way.

"Mine......"

The magic of the chief clergyman and earl poured into the glowing tact did not yet release each other, but they touched each other here and there and scattered bees and sparks. A spark that flew towards the shield touches the wind and can play with bread.

"It's okay. I'll protect you."

The two swelling magic powers are like an all-out intimidation, and the temple chiefs without any protection are trembling from the spot to a splashing spark.

Only Delia started looking for a safe place with a tight hug to protect Dirk. And when he saw the shield of the wind which I had created, Delia stood up, holding the dilk.

"Please, Master Mine, help me. Please help Dilk!

To the pressure of magic from the Clerical Chiefs, I pour magic into the Demonic Stone borrowed from the Clerical Chiefs to maintain a hard wind shield. I can't afford to go help Delia and Dirk at all.

"If you want my help, you can go in there and shield yourself. I cannot move."

To keep Dilk from touching the spark of splashing magic, he took care to hold it in his arms and began to move toward us in a heavy motion as Delia desperately repelled the magical intimidation.

"Master Mine, are you going to help Delia?

"I can't afford to help. If you want to put it in the shield, you just need to put it in."

"But..."

I lay my eyes down lightly on the unhappy Fran.

I know how Fran feels about wanting to blame you, but I don't even think it's natural to be exposed to the magic of the clergy here and die together. Especially Dirk, who's been contracted on his own, sucked his magic out on his own, and he's dying.

Fran looked troubled in my explanation and groaned only, "Do not bond".

Delia twitched and came in the shield. Sit on the spot like you did everything you could. Still, I'm not trying to let Dirk go. He fluttered his red hair and looked up at me as Delia sat down.

"Thank you, Master Mine"

"Delia, I don't want you two to die, because I don't mind going into the shield, but I didn't allow you to act. Don't forget that."

"... Yes"

Seeing Delia put her in the wind shield, she thought that even if words and deeds were not allowed, only life could be saved. The temple chief's side servants tried to come in the same way.

"Master Mine, are you sure you want to let us in, too?

"If you can get in, go ahead."

"I'm afraid so."

However, only one grey witch out of the three put him in the wind shield. The other two are bounced by shields and blown away by the wind.

"... Yikes!?

"No!?

In the shield of the wind, I saw a gray witch and a witch with Delia flying away, blinking my eyes.

"... why?

"You can't put anything harmful in there."

It's not my fault they couldn't get in. Nothing harmful to those protected by the shield is to be allowed in. You can't put anything harmful in it against someone, me, the temple chief, or my father, who kicked a colleague, the gray witch, or Delia or Dilk, who was helped earlier.

Chief Cleric's magic swelled up tremendously and his mouth moved to whine about something. In the state of one-touch immediacy, the door behind him makes a giggly noise and opens.

"You kept me waiting, Mine."

Ni laughed. Zilvester and Calstead came in, while the magic of the Chief Cleric and the Count jumped out of the tact.

"Hey, what's up!?

"Both of you, get inside the shield immediately and close the door!