Ascendance of a Bookworm

I'm Arnault, head of the clergy. Didn't the year turn 22? It is five years since the death of Lord Marguerite, whom I was serving before becoming the sideline minister of the clergy, so it seems certain that he is 22 years old.

It was yesterday that extra nobility entered the temple, there was a fuss, and the lord came and alternated the temple chief. In all the discussions, the evening dawned, with no idea what was going on, as all the sidelines were being paid for, including me.

"Arnault, tell Mein's side to deliver this to the Guilberta Chamber of Commerce. It's urgent."

"Yes, sir."

My receipt of an invitation from the Cleric Chief for a call was almost at the same time as the two bells rang after breakfast. Invitations are issued out of these hours, and the clergyman, who is moving around in various ways, looks barely asleep.

"If anyone else asks about last night's disturbance, I'll explain it all later," he said.

"Yes."

That's what the clergyman said when he left the room.

Yesterday, Fran came when the Chief Cleric was caged in the workshop and told the Chief Cleric that he needed to speak. "Keep me absent," he said, "but getting in touch with the clergyman in the workshop could have been done if I wanted to. I dared to ignore it, and it was a big deal outside the room.

Not accommodating, done, but what would Fran look like if he found out he dared to ignore it?

"Good morning, Fran"

Find Fran and Gill pumping water in the well and get close. Master Mine's place must be seriously understaffed. Because this is how leading service is chased by chores. I smiled softly as I saw the difficulty Delia had fallen through.

Pour the pumped water into the bucket Gil has, and Fran looks at me as surprised. Now Master Marguerite has a growing tall and disappointing physique to the point of disappointment, but this light gaze darkens the shadow of Fran, who was a luxurious boy when he was serving Master Marguerite.

"Good morning, Arnault. At this hour..."

"It's the use of the chief cleric. We want this invitation delivered to the Gilberta Chamber of Commerce as soon as possible."

As soon as Fran took the invitation I offered, he gave it to Gil.

"Yes, I did. Gil, get dressed and take this..."

"Okay. I'll be right there."

Gil started rushing towards the room with an invitation in one hand and a bucket with water in the other. It's no surprise to see that outrageous prank kid working like a normal sideline.

"It's tough when you're small."

"It's going to be a little easier because it's going to be more today," I think.

Delia fell out, so I seem to put in a new side service. I could be struggling for a while now, but I turned my back on Fran.

"Well, thank you"

As I was headed to my room, Master Egmont, a blue cleric who knew there had been a commotion, found me and ran over.

"Arnault, what the hell happened yesterday!? The temple chief's room is closed, and there is no grey cleric standing in front of the door, and no matter who you ask, you have no idea what's going on. Chief Cleric would know something!?

Around the temple chief, when I was with the temple chief, I was yelled so close that my spit flew by Lord Egmont, who occasionally had a magnificent attitude. I return the words as the clergyman told me, patiently wanting to wipe my face.

"Later, they'll explain it all together. Unfortunately, I was also paid, and I don't know the details."

"For more information, if you say so, you know a little! Come on, what happened!?

"I don't know much about it until the sins, but with the lords and the knights, the temple chief seems to have been captured. What really happened?

Master Egmont is turning bright blue when asked how he was doing with his neck tilted. I had a dignified attitude because there was a temple chief. If he's gone, the chief priest will be the temple chief. I wonder how Master Egmont's position will change. The buffet is down, it's refreshing.

Returning to the vicinity of the room, I saw the Chief Cleric taking a side service, the Thurm, heading somewhere, and I turned my foot towards you.

"Chief Cleric, which way are you going?

"There's got to be a funeral today. I'm going to the prayer room. Arnault asks to be prepared to welcome the Gilberta Chamber of Commerce"

The funeral to this temple's chapel is basically civilian, with very few blue clerics showing their faces in the notification of death. Why does the Chief Cleric go all the way out there? While in doubt, I will return to my room and be ready to accommodate my visitors.

After a while, the back door person contacted me that the Gilberta Chamber of Commerce carriage had arrived. I head to the front entrance to welcome the face of the Guilberta Chamber of Commerce.

"Thank you for waiting"

The Chief Cleric also sidelined at this meeting how secretly he wanted to move things forward. Really, what the hell is going on? I have not been informed of anything either, except that I have been informed of my plans to visit Lord Mine's room in the afternoon.

Arnault, let's go.

"Yes."

After lunch I followed the words of the Chief Cleric, holding several pieces of vegetable paper on top of each other that I was given, and I stood first and started walking.

The Chief Cleric has always increased and carved deep wrinkles between his eyebrows, making him look difficult. It's a face I can't convince myself of, but you won't need me to think about it any more than I've been informed of anything.

When you walk down the corridor and stand in front of the orphan dean's office, will you return to the senses of when it was the sideline of former orphan dean Marguerite? I still find it strange that I ring the bell of my visit in front of the orphan dean's room.

Ring the bell you had in your hand and Fran opened the door, just like he did back then.

"Welcome aboard, Chief Cleric."

The condition of the hall on the ground floor is very much the same as when Master Marguerite was there. It must be because they use the same furniture. Due to the fact that the person who opens the door and the condition of the hall remain unchanged, the scenes of the past come back to normal.

Right next to me as I narrow my eyes to nostalgia, Fran and the Chief Cleric are talking.

"How's that going?

"I seem to have a little fever, but I'm in good shape. And then, as you said, we gathered all the side services."

When I go upstairs with Fran, I look around unexpectedly and look for Master Marguerite. Blue eyes that are constantly smiling and narrowing into luxurious hair like gold floating in the back of your brain. The porcupine on the edge of her hoof-laughing lips is terribly luscious, something that my heart rattled just to be invited with a snappy hand.

But unlike my memory, I'm upstairs, because of the fever, I was a little more pale than usual, Master Mine, and the side servants. Two girls I haven't seen much of in the side service, looking at this one with a nervous face. Will it replace Delia? Seems like you haven't grown up yet, so you have very little contact with me.

"What about those two?

"It's Monica and Nicola. He was talking yesterday about serving me as my sidekick instead of Delia. You're going to ask me to help you with your cooking."

"Right. Let's talk about what's coming."

The story of the chief cleric that began with that was shocking. In order to escape the hands of his righteous wife, he was only tempted under false pretences to be a civilian, and Master Mine says he is the daughter of a senior aristocrat, Master Rosemaine.

I have seen civilian families many times, but before I think of anything, oh, that's what happened, I have myself a light acceptance of the fact. The temple is where tyranny of blue clerics always passes. Whatever you say to the nobility's irrationality is futile. Because if they do, that's the right thing to do.

Dear Mine, No, I nodded immediately, "Yes, I did," regardless of the inner side of Master Rosemaine's service. It will be easier for them to understand the Lord of senior aristocracy than the Lord of civilians.

"Rosemayne will be baptizing in her father's hall this summer, and at the same time adopting with her lord. And as the adoptive daughter of a lord, I take up the position of temple chief"

Dear Lord Mine, Ah, no, Lord Rosemaine's side service has blinked his eyes several times to the word of the clergyman. Even if you're hearing words, you look like you don't understand what they mean. I'm the same thing.

It is not so uncommon for a young aristocratic child before baptism to be hidden or driven into the temple with an adult blue cleric as his guardian. They are revealed as aristocratic children at baptism ceremonies, so it is only natural that children who are not revealed are brought to the temple before baptism.

So if they say that the daughter of a senior aristocrat was raised in the temple to be hidden, with the chief cleric as his guardian, I can be convinced.

But that's right, Master Mine, no, I don't immediately understand when they tell me that Master Rosemaine is going to be the head of the temple.

"The temple chief bought numerous injustices and the lord's unhappiness, and he was already caught in shape. Until Rosemayne assumes the position of Temple Chief as the adoptive daughter of the Lords, I will also temporarily assume the duties of Temple Chief"

He says he will also take up the duties of the Temple Chief, but since he already had more than half of them, there will be no significant difference in his workload. Instead, if you think you will no longer be put on a fine order or complained about, will you essentially have less work to do?

"Until the christening ceremony, Rosemaine will be prepared and educated for the christening ceremony in her father's hall. After the christening ceremony there will be an inauguration ceremony for the temple chief, so that Rosemaine's side service encourages his preparation. The residence will also be moved to the temple chief's office, so as to be ready. This room will be used as a meeting place for people from the lower town, such as the Gilberta Chamber of Commerce."

Of all the side-services that looked like they didn't know why, Fran was the one who recovered the most.

"What do you need for the temple chief's inauguration?

"I arranged the costume here. It's their job to get the Temple Chief's room ready so Rosemaine can use it."

Fran nodded at the words, took out the bookboard, and started writing something. The clergyman turned his gaze to Lady Rosemayne.

"I met with Benno in the morning and he's supposed to go on a visit to an orphanage in the other city in order to extend the printing industry to another city. I have to get out someone who knows about the workshop, but who are we going to let go?

I laughed nicely at Gil as Rosemayne looked around at her side of the service and sparkled her eyes at her expectations.

"If you want to inspect the orphanage and set up the workshop, could I ask Gil to do it? I've been most deeply involved, and I'm most familiar with the people at the Gilberta Chamber of Commerce."

"Yes, I'll do my best"

I just thought it was exactly what served the franc. Honestly, it doesn't surprise me that I trust Gill enough to get him out of the city and use him heavily. Is Fran not used as heavily as I thought it would be?

"Fran will have to be asked to wield the extraction to set up the room, and Nicolas and Monica will have to be educated, right? I'll get more work done by Fran, but while Gil's away, I need you to run the workshop."

"Yes, sir."

Apparently Fran can stay and be buried in tons of jobs. That's a good feeling, but Fran's slightly grinning expression bothers me.

Just like where Marguerite was a side-servicing apprentice, Fran is still in a position to serve the Blue Witch. Yet I accept Lord Rosemayne's orders more pleasantly than I did back then. I frowned so reluctantly at Master Marguerite's order that I was biting his lips.

"... If Gil is going to have more room to start up the workshop from now on, should someone make the gray cleric the keeper of the orphanage here?

"That won't have to be decided right away either. Instead, we need a musician at the baptism. Earlier, every tea party or feast will be necessary. I'm going to buy Rosina as Rosemaine's dedicated musician, okay?

"Master Mine, no, Master Rosemaine. I'd love to."

Rosina made her face shine easily understandable. It is really unusual for a gray witch to be bought as a musician, not as a nobleman's servant. He must be the bearer of the musical talent recognized by the Chief Cleric.

"Right. It would be comforting to have someone with a known heart on your side, so I don't mind using Rosina as a musician. But until I move to the aristocratic city, I need Fran's help."

"Thank you, I know."

It would be quite burdensome for Fran for Rosina, who is an adult and remembers her job to some extent, to get out of the sidelines. I saw Fran with a bitter face that I wanted to bless but couldn't, and I almost laughed by accident.

"Then, take this. Benno to you."

I frowned after Lady Rosemaine, who was offered the paperwork, looked through.

"He was going to take Ella with him as a confectionary officer when I went to the aristocratic district, but the Hugos also sent him to Ilse for training to increase the recipes for aristocrats in Italian restaurants. Can Nicolas and Monica prepare this meal?

"I'm not armed enough to serve Master Rosemaine, but as long as the side service is enough to eat here, I'll be fine"

They say the side here has to even cook. How much of a shortage of human resources on earth is there?

Unlike me instantly, the Chief Cleric frowned slightly.

"Rosemaine, even if you don't have to worry so much, why don't you increase your side service if you need it?

"Chief Cleric, this is the best I can do with my income."

"Fool. You will have a senior aristocratic father and become the temple chief as the adoptive daughter of a lord. The budget will be set to increase"

The chief cleric says, as if he were frightened. Dear Rosemaine, who has become the daughter of a senior aristocrat and is still trying to cover everything with his own income even as head of the temple. Sounds like your consciousness never switches quickly.

But doesn't the fact that Lord Rosemayne will be the head of the temple mean that Fran will be the head of the temple, and that Maekami will stand over me, the head of the clergy? This is a little uninteresting, isn't it? I recall, with the love of Master Marguerite, that he was more heavily used than I was.

… I withdraw the foreword. Very abominable. I'm so angry that I can't stand harassment to such an extent that the clergyman can't find me.

Since the death of Lady Marguerite, the chief cleric has entered the temple, so he doesn't know that Fran was feeling ill or that he has unpleasant memories in this orphan dean's office, just to see the blue witch for a time.

That is why I recommended this room to Master Rosemayne's room, as well as Gil for the side service of becoming a colleague. I enjoyed watching Fran frown uncomfortably, both during the Trombe crusade and during the service ceremony. Master Rosemayne is eating my malicious entanglement, but I can't help it because I'm the lord of Fran.

When I see Fran treating Master Rosemaine like he has already overcome the past and spending time in this room flat, I feel angry about the change in Fran.

As I was causing frustration under the faceless mask, the clergyman took out the magic equipment of a ring fitted with a large blue demon stone.

"Rosemaine, take this. It's a gift from his father."

He was handed from the hand of the chief cleric to Master Rosemayne and put on his finger. It is a demonic stone big enough not to fit a small hand.

"Rosemaine, let's register your magic on this door. Come."

Just like in the Cleric Chief's room, when you can leave the bedside tent, one door appears there. That door that makes me nostalgic, heartwarming, and very angry. I turned my gaze to Fran, frowning a little bit.

As you can see, Fran's complexion was blue and even frightened in his eyes. It looked like Fran looked fine, but it still didn't look like the past was completely overcoming it.

You can see the comatose joy spreading across your chest with jitters.

"What's wrong, Fran? Though you look pale."

Master Rosemayne peeks into Fran worried.

"It's nothing. Don't worry."

"There's no way it's nothing, is there? With that complexion."

Fran turned into a troubled face on everyone's worried face. That's right. You don't want anyone to know about past events in that room that Marguerite called you in, like every night.

"Chief Cleric, let me skip the details on this occasion, but Fran doesn't have very good memories in this back room."

"Don't guide me. It creates space by magic, so it never expands the same space as before."

When the Cleric Chief, who was unaware of the circumstances, said so lightly, in front of Master Rosemaine and the door, he began registering magic.

The mental strain, no matter what's behind it, is very much the same for Fran, whose complexion changes just by looking at that door, but he doesn't seem to realize it that far. It will also be because Fran is patient and doesn't change his complexion.

"This concludes the registration. You should use it here when you tell stories that aren't even heard by the sidelines. I can hear you paying for your room."

"Can anyone get in?

"Unlike my workshop, there are no restrictions in particular"

This door is going to be used on a daily basis. I can't even complain, and I just feel so happy to be alone and watch Fran endure patiently.

"Are you all right, Fran"

"... thank you, Arnault"

"If the Chief Cleric asks, I will report it to you. Be aware of that."

Even if the Cleric Chief doesn't ask me, I'm going to report everything, but how does it feel to be exposed to a past that I least want the venerable Cleric Chief to know about?

Fran nodded, seemingly with no choice, at me with such poison inside him and a sneer.

"The chief cleric will probably pursue it, but he has no choice. Dear Mine, no, you'll just have to be glad you didn't have to put it in Rosemaine's ear."

Oh, don't you want Master Rosemaine to know more than the chief cleric? Oh, so when and where should I blow you in?

Fran, who refused, keeping under the patronage of Master Marguerite, whom I greeted above all else.

Having interacted with a gray cleric prevented her from returning to the aristocratic society, and Fran, who was in despair, watched just blurry, without even trying to save her from harming herself.

Fran, who "helped" after Master Marguerite's death, was heartily relieved.

I still can't forgive you.