Ascendance of a Bookworm

It is a bummer because the knights are capturing and taking out the temple chief and his side service. I looked around wondering if there was anything I could do, and the dilk that remained neat caught my eye.

"Well, I'm worried about Dirk and I'm taking Delia to the orphanage and explaining the situation to Vilma."

"I don't care about that. I'll take care of it."

Put your arms together, and Zilvester, who is benevolent, looked down upon me and dismissed him immediately.

"I'm not done talking about how you treat me most importantly. Ferdinand, lend me your room."

"Yes, I did. Please wait as we prepare."

The chief cleric turns around and returns to his chamber to prepare to welcome his lord, Zilvester.

Delia held the dilk and said, "Thank you, Master Mine. It's okay for one person. I'm going to the orphanage," he muttered slightly, heading to the orphanage.

As I was dropping off Delia's back, which was going to be smaller, I heard the voice of Zilvester behind my back.

"Are you Mine's father?

"Yes, my name is Gunter"

Looking back, Zilvester stared down at his father, who remained on his knees, with a face that showed no emotion, not sure what he was thinking.

"Bring your family. If we're just going to make some paperwork for the edges, that's enough, but at the end of the day, we're going to break it up."

"... I'm afraid"

My father, who held his fist tightly, rose loosely. My father also seems to hold back emotions swirling within me in the current situation where he can't say anything about his identity difference, and he has a face that doesn't show emotions.

"Please wait. I'll show you to the gate."

Fran raised her face and stood up with her father. After having his face drawn to the pain, Fran ordered a gray cleric to guide his father. I'll be back with my family later, so I won't forget to arrange to keep someone waiting at the gate.

"Oh, you look ready. Let's go, Mine."

"Yes."

Zilvester started walking with Stasta when he saw the clergyman's side service come out of the room to guide him. Behind that step follows Calstead, who finished giving instructions to the Knights.

As I tried to follow Calstead, I tried to step forward of me with Fran slightly greeted.

"Fran, if it's hard, you don't have to, you don't have to go back to your room..."

"No, I am Lord Mine's lead sidekick. We can't let the Lord turn to such an important discussion alone."

In the eyes where Fran's strong determination was hidden, I could say no more, and I had to forgive him for accompanying me. Fran walks away with a painful face.

When I moved to the Cleric's room, I was ready to receive my guests, and I was guided to the table. Though I have arrived at the guided seat, Zilvester and Calstead head to the clergyman's desk and begin to speak somehow.

"Thank you for your hard work, Master Mine"

Arnault comes pushing the wagon that prepared the set of tea. Fran groaned in pain the moment he reached out to help, as usual.

"Isn't Fran better off going back to his room? Sounds a lot painful, and there would be other side services, wouldn't there?

I heard Arnault whispering Fran in a sneaky whisper. I would fully agree with Arnault because I'm worried about Fran's injury, though I shouldn't be doing anything to get into the sideline conversation.

"No, I'm not going back. I asked Master Mine to accompany me."

"... Fran is not really accommodating"

Nice, Arnault. Say more, and I will support Arnault in my heart. Because Fran is too serious, stubborn and full of duty, I have allowed him to accompany me, but as far as I'm concerned, I want him to rest in my room.

"I don't want Arnault to tell me. Could you have told me that the Chief Cleric was not absent and that he was caged in the room? It's Arnault who's not accommodating."

Fran blurted out his dissatisfaction with Arnault. Fran is right, Arnault also has things that are not accommodating. The clergyman's side service is not accommodating because maybe the clergyman is? I leaked a small laugh as I listened to the conversation that was secretly exchanged.

"Once you've made some tea, that's good enough. Back off."

I paid, and the chief clergyman sent everyone out of the room. Only the Chief Cleric and Gilvester and Calstead and my four were left in the room. Though my family is to come later, it now seems like an inner circle gathering, and when the side service was gone, the mask of the lord of Zilvester came off.

"Ha, I'm tired... I don't want to judge you anymore."

"I hope this makes things a little better in different places. There is still a sense of legitimacy. Stretch your spine."

Calstead gently slapped the dripping Zilvester's shoulder. And Zilvester bent his mouth to the letter to, and gazed at me lightly.

"Mine, wouldn't it make sense to create an inward-looking attitude towards your opponent? It's a prayer ceremony."

"If you're going to be an adoptive father, be as crisp as you start."

I can scold Zilvester. It's going to be so much more dependable if Calstead becomes my adoptive father. With that in mind again, I look to the exchange between the two of them.

"If the temple chief is his uncle and the clergyman who was looking close is his half-brother, does Master Calstead have blood ties too?

Enough to slap the Lord on the head with the Chief Cleric. Maybe there's blood ties.

"Oh, Calstead is my paternal cousin. Be the son of my father's brother."

"My father's brother? How do you decide to pick up the trail?

Apparently, it's not like my oldest son will inherit. Is this the last child inheritance? Blinked my eyes, and Zilvester's face was more decent.

"It depends on the amount of magic, right? It is of the utmost importance that you have as much magic power as you can take charge of the territory, basically chosen from the sons of a genuine wife with a solid rear shield of her parents"

"You need magic to take charge of your territory."

"... you forget because you can talk to us normally, but you really don't have enough basics."

As for the common sense of nobility, even adults born and raised in this town don't know it. I have trouble being asked to know for granted.

"Mine, we're gonna have a little serious talk"

"Yes."

"By pushing blood on the necklace of the contract I gave you, the adoption has been completed, but I will let you do a lot of small work for the future"

First, they say I will be the daughter of Calstead and adopt with Zilvester. Looks like door-to-door laundering.

"Does it make any sense to be Master Calstead's daughter once?

"There's a lot of it. Not at all with a former civilian adoptive daughter and a former senior aristocratic adoptive daughter."

"That would be, but the Knights know their faces, so it doesn't make sense, does it?

If you look in the face, it should be one shot, linking the civilian blue witch apprentice to the lord's adopted daughter. You must get the feeling that you're Calstead's daughter, where the hell did she come from?

"If it's just the Knights, we can work it out in Calstead and Ferdinand. It's Calstead's favorite daughter."

"Huh? Setting it up, you'd just find out, wouldn't you? Isn't that strange?

There are about 20 knights face-to-face during the Trombe crusade, so I think it's useless to put my body above me where it's now false that I'm Calstead's daughter.

"No, it's surprisingly easy to rewrite people's memories. You were the daughter of the late Third Lady that Calstead was drowning in."

Zilvester shook his head and ran out clearly.

"Daughter of the Third Lady, is it?

"That's right. The Third Lady of Calstead was of middle class nobility and not so high, but rich in magic. That wasn't funny. I was snored out by the uppermost aristocratic wives."

I'm starting to sound kind of like a noon drag, but how serious should I be listening?

"The Third Lady died some time after she had begotten you, and she would not let you, who was born, feel the same way as her mother," Calstead raised in the temple to keep her eyes out of sight. If I hid my identity so that I could never be known, my uncle would mistakenly say that I was a civilian. Much has been deceived by many, even the knight, who is disposed of because of his lies. My uncle is a sinner. "

Chief Temple, there's more sins in here than ever!

To the exact development I opened my mouth to Pocan, and after seeing Zilvester, I turned my gaze to Calstead with the clergyman with a frightened face.

"We greeted each other for the first time during the Trombe crusade, but what's that?

"It's natural to separate public from private, isn't it? There is no way the Knights Commander would make contact with a daughter who is hiding her existence, such as a parent and child during her duties. It's only natural to say that it looks like a first person."

It seems that Zilvester pushes through with that setting.

"Does such an appropriate setting prevail in aristocratic societies?

"Mine, maybe you don't remember, but Christine was on you like that."

To the chief cleric's calm words, I was hacked. The Lord before Vilma and Rosina, and only the part called Art Witch, was a strong impression to me, but Christine was a witch neglected by her righteous wife and raised in the temple. I feel like I heard that my father spent money on his life so that he could take it as a nobleman and send teachers.

"It does exist, so it's convincing. But is it true that Master Calstead set me up as his daughter?

"... I don't mind. I wish I had a daughter with Rosemary."

Oh, my God, it seems that the Third Lady, who died of being snored out by her rightful wife, exists. I wonder if I will be snored out as soon as I become a nobleman.

"Ugh, if you like Master Calstead, I don't mind, but isn't it weird that all of a sudden a child like this comes out? Don't you celebrate when your child is born?

When Camille was born, there was a banquet to show her face immediately to the neighborhood. Many people must be informed and remembered, my parents also said, but are the nobles different?

It was Calsted who answered my question. Put your hands on your chin and narrow your eyes to remind you of a variety of situations.

"If you are a child of a righteous wife, you celebrate at birth, but when you are a child of a second or third wife, it is not uncommon not to bother with the news of your birth. It is at the time of the Baptist ceremony that it is revealed to the aristocratic community as a child of the house. Until then, I don't think there's much to know about how many kids you have, unless you're a good friend."

"Really?"

Convinced ho ho ho, the clergyman laughs and adds.

"If the house doesn't have the magic it deserves, it will be adopted into an underground house before the christening ceremony, or kept in a temple. I never let you know that I was born so inadvertently that I became a nobleman of high rank."

Scary! Noble society, seriously scary!

Unlike Lower Town, it's a place that assumes there's magic, so my common sense doesn't seem to work at all. I also felt quite a gap when I entered the temple, but the nobility must be even harder.

"That's why, if you grow up as a nobleman, it will be a baptismal ceremony that you really have to let people touch you. On the occasion of his baptismal ceremony, Calstead decides to have his daughter, born of high magic resemblance to her mother, adopted with her lord. That's how I decided to protect my beloved daughter by pulling her away from her real wives and giving her a definite identity... Got it?

I nodded cocklessly, reflecting on the general course of my story.

"It feels like the 'noon drag' of the aristocratic society, can I turn it into a book?

"If I'm going to write your autobiography, I can write it down."

"... I heartily shy away"

I'm just an extremely frail girl who likes to read books. I don't write about autobiographies. Immediately resigned, Zilvester lifted the edge of her lips so she could spread it to the world because I thought about it.

"Therefore, I will perform your baptismal ceremony this summer. The baptism ceremony will take place in the Hall of Calstead, at the same time announcing the adoption with me. Calstead, when are you gonna do this?

"Isn't it good just before the star knot ritual takes place? I need time to arrange a ceremony."

If Calstead said he would also need to prepare costumes, dishes and invitations, the clergyman frowned a little.

"I think it would be better a little faster than just before. If Mine's frailty, I don't know when he'll fall. We just need room to see how it goes."

"Then gather all the guests around. You'll also be showing off your adoption with me. Better let many people know."

"It is better to have a teacher of etiquette and greeting by the baptism ceremony. I can make some basic moves with my side instruction, but I've never had a proper teacher."

Leaving me alone, where the three of them groan, making more and more appointments.

"Um, me, the christening ceremony was over a year ago... Do you scam your age in this year?

I'm seven years old for a christening ceremony. I don't like having another baptism ceremony, starting over at 7, looking a little old. And when I pointed my lips softly, Zilvester glanced at me with his dark green eyes.

"Don't rattle about the difference between being about a year old. To be well received by the aristocratic community. If you think only of your appearance, another year of delusion won't be particularly problematic as your body is a bit bigger"

"Another year, it's terrible.... even though it's getting bigger."

Though I have no choice but to be accepted by the aristocratic community, I have decided to start over seven years old.

"So, your post-baptismal life, but you will spend time in the temple when there is no event, while participating in noble events as adoptive daughters of lords. Just like Ferdinand."

"Huh!?

Something seemed like a busy life, and I let my cheeks snap.

"As a magical matter, it's too much on Ferdinand to get you out of the temple completely. Plus, there's the workshop problem. From now on, I'm going to produce books as a business in this territory, but it's actually the people in the lower town who make them. It's easier for me to have the same connection as before"

The Gilberta Chamber of Commerce had already spoken through it, and Gilvester grinned with a variety of faces.

When the hell did you!? Though I thought so, I remembered that Gilvester took Benno when he came to visit the workshop. Remember how Benno looked like a tired salaried man and I will keep my "hard work" in my heart to support him.

"Uh, so you're telling me to do three roles: adoptive daughter of lord, blue witch apprentice and workshop manager?

Pretty hard, counting my titles with my fingers folded, Zilvester shakes his head to deny it.

"That's a little different. He's not a blue witch apprentice, he's a temple chief."

"Yes?"

Lean your neck all the way and stare at Zilvester. Am I wrong to hear that? You must have heard wrong. You must have heard wrong. Zilvester exhaled softly as she blinked her eyes and escaped reality.

"No one wants to sit in the temple chief's cauldron where he is executed all he can for wrongdoing. Because the eyes that can be directed at words and deeds will be harsher, injustice will not be tolerated, and the position will be completely unscrupulous. Besides, down there are the lord's half-brothers and adopted daughters. I know I'm gonna shrink my nerves, and who wants to?

"Huh? Huh? But in this case, wouldn't the chief cleric be the temple chief?

I turned my gaze toward the chief cleric, but Zilvester just flaunted his shoulder.

"Externally, the adoptive daughter of the lord and the half-brother of the lord, both very unchanged, are completely different given the practice that comes with the position. Ferdinand had better practice and serve as the clergyman who binds the clergy. You can't do this."

The work of the clergyman is certainly diverse. If the chief priest asks me if I can do my job when I become chief priest in my capacity, no. But the temple chief is the chief officer of the temple. There is no way for me to serve.

"Nor can the temple chief. I am a child who has just finished her baptism."

"I could do it on that uncle. No problem. Just sit tight. Instead, you'll be a better temple chief than your uncle, who's been doing all the extras for nothing."

It's okay that my predecessor is incompetent, Zilvester says, but I don't think that's the problem.

"Sure, it's going to be a lot easier. Mine, as temple chief, should be there. Let's basically take the trouble. Mine is more comfortable helping someone who's not pushing him to work as he honestly helps."

"Thank you, Chief Cleric."

As I was moved by the kindness of the chief cleric, Zilvester snorted hun and murmured, "Be used by Ferdinand as ever".

"As a reward for taking on the temple chief, you can continue to use the room now, and I'll meditate my eyes on you for meeting with people from downtown there"

"Dear Gilvester, I love you"

When I let my eyes shine and I combined my fingers in front of my chest, Calstead gently poked Zilvester in the head.

"It sounds good for a reason, but I'm going to use the temple as a base for myself to roam downtown. Don't be fooled."

"Huh!?

"Calstead, don't say anything bad about people listening. You take care of your cousin's beloved daughter as your adopted daughter. I guess it's natural to go see how it goes, huh?

He has a serious look, but I think it says "I want to go hunting" on his face. I'm willing to go visit downtown.

"Zilvester, are you going to put Mine in contact with people in the lower town? I think it's too dangerous to be Calstead's daughter..."

"If we're going to grow the book as an industry here, our connection to the Guilberta Chamber of Commerce is imperative. Would it be harder to crush that store and build a new one from scratch?

To the clergyman, who narrows his eyes and suggests danger, Zilvester said terrible things, with his shoulders gently clasped.

"The shopkeeper over there swallowed well. And I know I'll hide it. There are surprisingly few who know Mine's qualities. Most of them are officials of the Gilberta Chamber of Commerce. Other than that, he said he was just someone who thought he was Benno's daughter or some millionaire's daughter. Actually, it was noble, if you insist."

Even if I say that I will industrialize the book in a lord-led way, it will actually be Gutenberg around me who will make the book. It seems more convenient to leave a place for people in and out of Lower Town than to call all the artisans in Lower Town to the aristocratic district.

"It's good to meet people from downtown in the rooms you've been in. However, it is forbidden to meet with your current family and as a family. You will be adopted by your lord from Calstead's daughter. Get a new relationship with your current family. If I can't do that, I won't allow my family in."

She told me that if I was in my room, I could meet her, and my bounced heart would cool off softly. I don't know if my face is as good as it can be seen, or if it makes it extra hard for me to see my face.

"I don't have a problem with leaving it to the father of a soldier to escort him when he travels downtown, or asking his sister to join him in papermaking, to the extent that he comes into contact with him on that kind of job. But get us to swear by contract magic that we don't call each other family."

I was looked into the harsh eyes of Zilvester, and I heard my heart make an unpleasant noise.