Ascendance of a Bookworm

I'm Zilvester. It's a 26-year-old assortment of men in a troublesome position called Aub Aerenfest.

I have just finished the unpleasant task of mutilating flesh parents and tearing one family apart. Praise me.

Really, I can't do very much without someone telling me I'm not "wrong". With that in mind, I watched my parents kneel before their own daughter.

"Thank you for today. I really hope to see you again someday."

Rosemaine stands, bends over, bows her head deeply, and drops off those who were family.

It was unfamiliar behavior. If you thank God, lie flat on both knees. I've never seen a move before that says keep your head down while standing. I do find myself a child with living memories in different worlds.

However, even the unfamiliar behavior conveyed so much that I just didn't like the mood caged there. Appreciation and thoughts for my family seem visible. The sight of a breakup pokes a sharp pain just because you have the awareness that you are the one who tore apart a family who thinks of each other.

Staring at Patari and the closed door, a small hindsight nestled in a single potpound shook unreliably.

It was at the same time that I lay my eyes down a little and let my gaze slip away and Ferdinand, who was sitting next to me, stood up. As if it had been predicted, Ferdinand, who walked with a large crotch, reaches out his arm and hugs a fluttering, leaning rosemaine.

Keep going to the door, he made a sharp voice.

"Fran, get in!

In Ferdinand's sharp voice came a grey cleric who had refrained from crossing the door in a agile motion. Until recently, Rosemaine was injured enough to move her body.

"Master Mine!

I can see the remnants of the light of blessing rushing over to Rosemaine. Did you get the light of blessing, just like that father, and I didn't see any injuries that looked like injuries. I can see from the haste that he is also thoughtful towards the Lord.

How far in the hell did the light of blessing reach that the gray cleric of the side service also received the light of blessing? As we have seen today, if anything happens to the important one, Rosemaine will easily ramble the mighty magic. We need to find out how many blessed people there were.

"You don't have to worry so much, it's too much magic."

With that said, I could see Ferdinand getting the medicine holder he always had and pouring some medicine into Rosemaine's mouth. Maybe that shitty pill? For sacrificing the flavor, it works, but pouring it into the throat of an unconscious child is a terrible place to work. Ferdinand, as always, only considers efficiency. Poor thing.

"Fran, take him back to his room like this and let him sleep. I'm heading out tomorrow afternoon to explain what's going to happen. So that we may gather all the side services."

"Yes, sir."

Fran leaves the room with an unconscious rosemary.

The appearance seemed to overlap with some memorable past scenarios.

"Arnault, please have some tea. Keep it down after that."

"Yes."

I whisper to Calstead as he sees how Ferdinand is ordering him to serve the plain side he's heavily using.

"Hey, Calstead. The more you look at it, don't you think Rosemaine looks like Blau?

"Blau? Oh, you used to keep Schmir"

Schmir is nostalgic, puffy and cute, and a popular warcraft among aristocrats as a love animal. I kept it at a young age, but I don't care, Blau was frail.

I think Rosemaine and Blau look a lot like the glossy furrows between black and blue, the twinkling golden eyes, the weakness, and the nostalgia for Calstead more than I do.

When I asked Calstead for his consent, Calstead frowned slightly.

"Tell me you missed me, but that's your fault. I thought you were dying because you messed with me too much. I missed it to avoid a life-threatening crisis."

"Don't say bad things about people. I was properly adorable."

"When you were a kid, you really didn't know how to handle it. If you chase them around, crush them, rub them, they're dying."

Ha, and Calstead exhales, holding his temples down.

Holy shit. On the way Blau is playing, was it my fault, not my weakness?

"Now cut it out. From Master Ferdinand's report, Rosemayne is weaker than that Schmir."

"You think you're weaker than Blau? That's hard."

I thought you knew and feared my greatness because I was a warcraft, but were you running around feeling your life in danger?

"... Rosemaine hasn't hated me yet, has she? I just saved your life."

"In the first meeting, you would have poked around and hated me for how much patience you had? He looked sick and tired. Besides, I've just been cut off from my family."

"Nooooo..."

I shut my mouth because I could see the plain side pressing a wagon with a drink on it. I sighed softly as I made a small noise with Kathari, watching the cups line up.

... not at all glamorous.

Side service is full of guys, and this guy always does his job pale without wasting any motion because of Ferdinand's education. Excellent, but not really interesting and gorgeous.

"Ferdinand. You, the witch, don't you sidestep?

"Mistress, you don't need a woman to come out of color for you, and you're in the way of your job because there's only one woman and the ambience floats around you"

"You don't need glamour around you," Ferdinand cuts the bassari and throws it away.

"Arnault, ask for payment. Don't let anyone near you."

"Yes, sir."

The fact that extra nobility came in, the change of temple chief, and the renaming and adoption of Rosemaine happened unexpectedly today. I'll need time for a meeting before I can explain it to the sidelines and other clerics.

Where the other signs had completely disappeared, Ferdinand exhaled slowly as he dusted and drank his tea.

"Looks like you managed to serve your purpose."

"... right"

Securing Mine, who was reluctant to make a contract with the nobility and was trying to escape to the critical. The execution of the temple chief, who was experiencing an increasing number of extraordinary acts. Mother's quarantine sheltering the temple chief. In addition, we were able to secure the aristocracy that was connected to the temple chief, and thereby also obtained a trump card for the neighboring lord. Now the nobility in the territory where he was lifting his mother would also be quiet.

"Only the results are good. … although the aftertaste is too bad"

If you ignore the painful mood of imitating flesh parents into traps or tearing apart friendly families, you can say that it ended satisfactorily.

"Don't be too depressed, Zilvester. This should have been the best result."

"You put too much emphasis on efficiency"

Eighty percent of the causes of my occasional belly-black or alleged high reckoning are due to Ferdinand drawing up.

"I have no idea what to expect from a temple chief or a lord's mother."

Hun and Ferdinand snorted. For me, blood, but for Ferdinand, he's just a disturber. Even if I know, my chest hurts a little when they say that from the front.

"What about Rosemaine? You don't think anything about erasing the existence of Mine and making it Rosemaine?

"... I believe it was the fastest and the best way to think about the future"

That being said, unlike earlier, my expression is a little dark. Mine's family was an unlikely friendship of a nobleman who considers the survival and prosperity of the clan best. Ferdinand also seems to have some guilt when it comes to separating families who think of each other.

"I'll probably... be mentally unstable for a while"

Ferdinand frowned like he was in trouble for saying so. During the winter, he says it was unstable to just cage in the temple, see the swing of magic, and couldn't help but look away.

It's rare that Ferdinand cares where the emotions are thin. Rosemaine's presence could be good for Ferdinand's emotional education, which only considers efficiency.

"I leave it up to you two to comfort or spoil Rosemaine, who has lost her family and become unstable. I can't help it."

"Zilvester?"

"I am Aub Aerenfest. You can't even spoil your real son, but you can't spoil your adopted daughter."

As much as I spoil Rosemaine, my adopted daughter, I want to spoil my child, who will take on the same responsibilities as myself from now on. But to raise the next generation of lords, they say not to spoil them around.

Unlike Ferdinand, I'm bad at breaking up. There are too many things I can't do tied to the position of lord.

You've been clumsy for a long time.

Calstead grinned bitterly. I wish a guy as reasonable and efficient as Ferdinand had become a lord. It is really regrettable that Ferdinand's mother was not his real wife.

"More than that, is Rosemaine okay? He was calling on the Supreme God and the Great God of the Five Pillars. I think even the healthy ones will fall, but are they really dead?

Calstead turns his gaze toward the door. I turned my gaze towards the door so that I could follow it, and I glanced lightly over my shoulder.

I don't normally pray to multiple gods at once. Magic power is shredded softly, and success rates drop dramatically. Especially since the god of life hides the goddess of earth, he is neglected by the goddess's brother god. I don't know any examples of success in prayer collectively. Besides, I didn't know you would grant that blessing to more than one person.

"Rather, it would be stranger to succeed. I thought that blessing would never fail."

When I put my arms together and said so, Calstead, who would henceforth be treated as Rosemaine's real father, roared and stared at the sky.

"You've done a terrible thing, but Rosemaine doesn't understand the importance or the preciousness of what she's done to you?

"Oh, not at all."

"Ferdinand would have been blessed, wouldn't he? You taught him how to use magic?

The light of blessing that was avoiding me and Calstead had reached Ferdinand. I guess that's all we've had a relationship with, but it's not a little funny that we didn't get all that blessing. And when I saw Ferdinand as my adoptive father, he looked back.

"Perseverance. Don't make me say it again and again. Mine could have been used from the beginning."

The Knights' request was the first ritual for Mine in the Trombe crusade. So it seems Ferdinand lent a magic tool ring for amplification and assistance of magic. I can understand this far.

Then Mine suddenly says he gave the Knights the God blessing of battle. He just got scared when he saw Trombe and wanted to pray for everyone's good luck. I don't know why.

"He said he was surprised to be blessed on his own when he chose a word that the nobles were likely to say, but this one who was suddenly blessed was more surprised. I have not taught you one thing about the use of magic."

"It looked familiar, but for the first time, I didn't know it was a blessing that happened by chance"

He strokes his jaw, exhaling in such a dazed breath that Calstead, blessed by the God of War, was impressed.

It is honestly incomprehensible that no one could teach anyone anything about the magic that is going to overflow, that they were compressing themselves without aid, or that they would pray for martial arts and be unintentionally blessed.

"It's incredible to be blessed on your own, but why are you so used to dealing with magic that year?

"… I think it's because I remember living to the point of adulthood in different worlds and I was highly capable of learning"

Magic cannot be suppressed by a child's spiritual power. Mine had an adult memory in a different world in the body of a young child. So I suppose you've contained it, Ferdinand guesses.

"I was accustomed to the state in which magic moves by devoting myself to divine objects as a blue witch apprentice, and by coincidence, I was blessed by giving the name of God. I learned that with Demon Stone, I was free to use my magic. He was then watching the scene where the knight imparted the blessing of the Dark God to the weapon. Mine himself was actually blessed with prayer using divine instruments. He remembered that if you pray and complain to God here, you will get blessings."

"Even if I say I remember, do you get all that complaining about me?

The prayer complaint for obtaining God's blessing is long. The name of God, of course, must remember everything about what blessing God gives. Since the Trombe Crusade is the work of the Knights, it is the Knight Apprenticeship that is given early to learn to pray and complain in order to get the blessings of the Dark God, but everyone should have had a hard time remembering.

"Let Mine say, if you remember one prayer complaint, all you have to do is combine the names and complaints of God in the Bible later, apparently."

Indeed, what Mine said during the Spring Prayer Ceremony was a rambling "If you pray to God, it will be magic, won't it?" Not incorrectly, but those educated in the House of Lords do not use such futile magic.

"... From now on, as Rosemaine, I will act with my magic equipment. Shouldn't we teach you a little bit about magic?

Magic equipment is a must for the nobility. If you're a normal kid, you'll have no problem with magic equipment that just takes the magic that's going to overflow. But Rosemaine can't predict what she's going to get into, so she's going to give her magic stones to release.

"As Zilvester put it, it's more dangerous to use it on your own. I don't know where to look and what to remember."

Calstead nodded at my suggestion. Ferdinand frowned and put his hand on his chin. I'm used to seeing that thinking. It is a precursor to Ferdinand's bloodthirsty instruction during the preparation of the educational plan. Pathetically, it feels good.

"Oh, yeah. Ferdinand, you should also give Rosemaine a medical examination. I thought you said something that bothered you a little before. If there's a problem with the magic flow, don't you think you can make the medicine?

If you become the adoptive daughter of a lord, the doctor will examine you supinely and make a scene if anything goes wrong. If it's a rare symptom, a research-loving stranger might come and want you to show it. If you want to end it inside, you'd better just do it inside yourself before you move to the aristocratic district.

"In Rosemaine's case, I don't feel like doing anything normally ends, so it sounds better to do it in the temple, as Zilvester put it"

Ferdinand frowned a lot and said so. When it comes to Rosemayne, that Ferdinand can't make predictions. I wouldn't have trusted you if you hadn't used that magic equipment to be a kid with different world memories. The usage value is high, but it is better to carry things as confidentially as possible.

"Then give this to Benno of the Gilberta Chamber of Commerce"

"What is this?

"Configuration for oral alignment and upcoming appointments"

Rosemayne is Calsted's daughter, and if the three of us say she was raised in a temple to hide from the public, it doesn't matter in the aristocracy or in the temple, but just as little has ever been involved in the lower town, we have no idea to what extent Mine's presence is known.

"You just have to let the people in Lower Town do the things about Lower Town. Benno seemed really user-friendly. Give me directions and I'll do something about it."

Usually, I get instructions from me, and Ferdinand, in a round-throated position, receives the paperwork with a subtle face that he tells the truth about. Ferdinand glanced so hard at the paperwork.

"Zilvester, I can understand the matter of mouth-to-mouth. But what is this meeting at this Italian restaurant!?

Shit. The little sermon has begun. Serious, stubborn and illaccommodating rationalists. How the hell did you grow up to be such a man? It lacks playfulness, so old.

"Are you listening, Zilvester?

"That's, that's it.... See, there's a lot you have to decide with Benno when it comes to spreading the printing industry, right?

Up to Calstead hangs his eyes on my answer.

"Let's call it in. Where does the lord need to go to Lower Town himself!?

"I don't like it. It's not funny, and I want that rice."

"State pre construction before the real thing!

Without pre-construction, even your city would not be free to walk, it would not be a lord or anything like that. It's a pain in the ass, but I guess it would be nice to have pre-construction.

I state Pre-Construction, whispering my ears with my pinky fingers.

"... Well, as a prefect, there's no way you can have a busy discussion with a downtown merchant in a tough atmosphere surrounded by civilians, is there? This one gives the order and ends. Wouldn't it be impossible to incorporate the opinions of the already successful merchants"

It is even difficult to allow civilians to answer directly in the midst of being surrounded by a large number of civilians. Not to mention, you can't possibly get opinions from them.

"As far as the printing business is concerned, I'm already talking to Benno. At least not suddenly for the Gilberta Chamber of Commerce"

It was a coincidence for me that Benno and I met face-to-face when we went on an orphanage visit. I had no idea there was someone in the orphanage workshop who knew me, the lord.

At the same time as I gave Benno a pause, I heard his views as a merchant. Turns out Benno thinks history will change in the printing business as well as me and Ferdinand.

Rapid changes are highly repulsive. But there is a radical change because Mine has knowledge of different worlds. "In the worst case scenario, if you kill Mine, will the flow stop?," I asked, Benno slowly shook his neck to the side.

"No, there is already a vegetable paper in circulation that can be mass produced unlike parchment paper. How to make ink suitable for printing is communicated to the workshop through the ink association and is beginning to be mass produced. The method of making the metal typescript necessary for printing is also flowing to the blacksmith workshop. And I got a printing press, even though it's a prototype. After all involved, some merchant apprentices say it's their dream not to stay in this city, but to sell books here and there. Already, where one Mine is gone, it's not a stopping stream"

That's why Benno said he was selling it while hiding the existence of Mine and sorting out the products to be brought in.

"With Mine, the flow will accelerate. Mine thinks only of books."

It's only a matter of time before the printing industry goes out into the world. It's hard to crush a plant paper workshop, crush a mine workshop, crush an ink workshop, crush a blacksmith workshop, crush all the information that went out to the ink association, no matter how lord you are.

If we can't change the flow, we just have to help the flow for the territory.

"I have already told the Guilberta Chamber of Commerce to make the printing industry, mainly Mine, Aerenfest's industry, and to be ready so that Mine can accelerate when it becomes aristocratic. We're going to build the same workshop in an orphanage in a neighboring town."

Civilians and the Guilberta Chamber of Commerce must be sent to the nearby city to inspect how large a workshop can be, its size, the number of people, the tools needed, etc.

"Either way, we can only get Rosemaine out of here after the baptism ceremony and the inauguration of the Temple Chief. There is some respite. Tell them to finish the inspection and the completion of the Italian restaurant by then."

When Ferdinand saw that the building was ready, and that there was no problem, he carved a deep wrinkle between his eyebrows and held down his temples.

"Can you use that ability for something other than your own pleasure?

"Aside from the pleasure, I always do my best, though?

He is also fully committed to stealing Ferdinand's eyes and escaping work, and to plotting how to allocate work around him to make things easier. It's out of my mind to think I'm doing everything I can just for my pleasure.

Karan Karan and 7 bells ring. Looks like we've been talking a lot. When I got up, they both took their seats.

"That's it for today. More information on the Baptist ceremony shall be given after the Lords' Meeting. From now on, I have to get back to the center."

Calstead and I got out of the Lords' Council dinner. We have to be back by tomorrow morning, when this meeting starts.

"The escort will be asked to take the deputy commander. I must prepare for Rosemaine's christening ceremony. I would like to stay here."

"Okay. Okay, Ferdinand, Calstead. Make a medical exam and move Rosemaine to the aristocratic district as soon as you are ready to accept her at Calstead."

In the meantime, on the part of the temple, we must have Rosemaine ready to be accepted as the temple chief.

"The explanation to Benno and the various treatments and preparations in the Temple leave to Ferdinand the preparation of the Baptist ceremony and the various treatments for the criminals caught today to Calstead"

Two people knelt down to my word.