Ascendance of a Bookworm

Seeing a fussy invitee from the stage, I spit evil in my heart at three of my own guardians. "Just the three of us don't know, explain it to me too!".

I know I'm often put outside of mosquito nets when something happens, but I want you to let me know when I get my surrounding attention on these platforms.

"As others have seen, Rosemaine has a lot of magic"

Quiet, or attention, Zilvester suddenly started talking. The profession of lord. This is how it seems to be supposed to speak, with a tense voice echoing in the wide hall.

That's all, I quieted down with Singh.

I don't know if this is the implicit understanding of class society or the charisma of Zilvester, but I can see everyone talking and paying attention to Zilvester, who started talking on the stage.

"That's why Calstead raised him hiding his presence in order to avoid having to go around my newborn child. It should still be new to their memories that the former temple chief misconstrued his presence in the temple and warned that the civilian blue witch apprentice would disrupt the temple's discipline."

Yes, I'm out. Transfer of responsibilities to the Temple Chief. Special "It's all his fault".

I somehow understood from your father's and brother's stories that the temple chief's evil deeds were enough for the clergyman to get sick of listing them. It was just a hell of an amount of embezzlement that was calculated and listed, so I guess there's no big difference in overlapping about one on top of this.

Still, I think Gilvester is amazing to be able to tell a grand lie in front of this adult count.

"Rosemaine, whose own parents had not been informed of any position and had been raised secretly, had not forgotten the heart of mercy she would inflict on those who lived in tougher circumstances than she did. I felt sorry for the children who lived in the orphanage and gave them work and food at a young age."

The birth of Rosemaine, spoken well in a well-stretched voice, but to be honest, whose story? And I lean my neck. I was surprised by the tragedy of the orphanage and I built a workshop to improve it, so the great muscles are not wrong. Yet I don't think it's what I did.

"I heard more about Rosemaine's devotion than Ferdinand, the chief cleric, but I also questioned the story, just as they now think. I didn't think there was any such child, so I actually took a trip to the orphanage. There was Rosemaine, who was admired and worshipped by the orphans as the Virgin. I was struck by its sobriety."

It's too much. Who is the Virgin!? Our Virgin is Vilma, though!

In contrast to the scratch in my heart, the Lord himself seems to have increased his strange credibility by stating that he doubted the story of the Cleric Chief and actually took his feet to confirm it.

Until earlier, the suspicious faces of the invitees who said, "What's stupid?" and "I don't think that's happening." Is that true? "" I can't believe it, but when they say I saw it... "has changed slightly.

I can't stand standing on the stage anymore. "It's a misunderstanding. I'm not that kind of person," he exclaimed, wanting to escape.

"And the job Rosemaine gave for the orphans is a rarity, and I have found the potential to be a new cause in this territory. Over the course of about twenty years, I wanted to spread it within the territory, and Rosemaine was targeted by the nobles of the other realms"

A twitch occurs deliberately in the hall.

"I think it informs them as well. That a malicious crime has been committed that forged a permit, aimed at the period of my absence. The former temple chief has already leaked stories about Rosemaine's abundant magic power and saving the orphanage. To make Rosemaine's position firm, to protect the son of Aerenfest, rich in magic, I adopt Rosemaine"

The twitch happened again, but it felt like it seeped a convincing color. Perhaps the most feeling of a lack of magic in the territory are the nobles who supply the magic.

"Due to the disposition of the former temple chief, the lack of a number of clerics who could pray and bless him, and his personal desire to continue to save the orphans, he will be able to take up the position of temple chief for the period until Rosemaine grows up after becoming my adopted daughter. Start by setting up a workshop in an orphanage in a neighboring town and start where you save the orphans, as requested by Rosemayne"

As far as I'm concerned, I don't want marriage at all, so it's a lifetime of enriching the Temple Library while expanding my printing business as Temple Chief, and I don't mind, but he won't forgive me for that.

If I were to adopt a daughter so that she would not be taken from me by the nobles of the other realm, would I be presumed to be the opponent of Wilfried? Wilfried sounds like a mini-jill, and he's depressed.

"Ferdinand, take this again"

Zilvester took a piece of parchment out of his nostalgia and offered it to the clergyman. On a piece of paper that already said something, the chief priest nodded through his eyes all the time, once.

That was an official adoption document. Zilvester then removed a luxurious pen in the form of a fountain pen with fine workmanship from his nostrils and gave it to his father.

Your father, who was given a pen, signed it without ink, and offered me that pen. I thought a pen that didn't need to be attached to an ink kettle was like a ballpoint pen, and the moment I grabbed the pen, I took a small breath in the magic flow that was then drawn out.

Apparently it was a magic tool that wrote magic as ink. I also sign with the pen I was given, but it was an inkless pen that I could normally write with just a little magic drawn out.

Wow, I want this, and when I was impressed and looked at the pen snuggly, I heard a cough between Cohon and someone.

The gaze of the chief cleric who stares at me slowly turns to Zilvester. I followed my gaze and Zilvester was spreading his hand. My mouth is moving small "give it back".

When I swallowed my inner rush and returned the pen as gracefully as possible with a pulled smile, Zilvester signed the paperwork with farewell.

Just like contract magic, the paper is wrapped in a golden light, burning and disappearing.

The contract was concluded here.

I was lifted up by your father as he continued to cheer.

"Smile and wave"

Instructed low with a voice that was about to be scratched off by cheers, I smile and pretend to be my hand. I ask your father a sneaky question, waving at the people.

"Um, father. Isn't contract magic exclusive to this city?

"What you do know is contract magic for merchants that you've made available to civilians, too, right? Don't be with me."

The answer came back from the clergyman, not from your father. Apparently, there are many kinds of contract magic as well.

After the baptismal ceremony and the adoption contract, the chef and Ella begin their celebration while eating their prized dishes tagged together.

Unfortunately, I am in a position to be seated on the stage and receive a noble greeting. I cannot speak except for a drink, until the greeter is interrupted, because there are people who come by one after the other, and I cannot let them hold their mouths.

... Oh, it looks delicious. I want to eat too. Nice, Brother Cornelius.

Near Brother Cornelius, who is delightfully eating the dish, I saw Brother Lamprecht holding down Wilfried and his hand trying to take the dish. When the lord's wife catches Wilfried rushing out to cook and gives Brother Lamprecht some instructions, he comes this way.

It is the family of Zilvester who must greet me the most. If you don't finish greeting your lord, no other nobleman can come to greet you.

Vilfleet, who has been pulled to the present time to cook, can see a more laid back atmosphere with no expression, but parents found themselves daring to ignore it.

Your father introduces you to the three of them.

"Lord Gilvester and his rightful wife, Florencia. And Master Zilvester's eldest son, Mr. Wilfried."

Florencia had blue eyes on her blonde hair close to silver, and from what I saw pah, she looked like a laid-back beauty, but from the way she gripped the reins of Wilfried, I feel like she has an atmosphere of liver balls mother. If Wilfried was really like Mini-Jill, it would be hard because there are two of them who are the same.

"Florencia is two things above Gilvester and has the great ability to hold back Gilvester"

"Calstead."

Gilvester looked disgusted at the introduction, but Florencia laughs and flushes. I could see the clergyman nodding to agree too.

If you're the one who can hold Zilvester in your sister's wife, I'd love to keep you company.

"My name is Rosemaine. Best regards,"

"Elvira told me. Being adopted by Master Zilvester will be a lot of trouble, but let's get along."

Wilfried has pale blonde hair conceded by her mother with dark green eyes that closely resemble those of Zilvester. To be honest, there are no elements similar to those of the mother other than the color of her hair. Your face is completely mini-jill.

"Master Wilfried is just finishing his baptism ceremony in the spring, so it's the same year as Rosemayne, but Master Wilfried is better hit on his brother"

The truth is that I'm your sister better, but because I'm seven years old, externally, they say I'm going to be your sister.

"You can call me brother. That's what Charlotte calls it."

Virfleet is the only child being brought to the baptism ceremony today, as children who have not finished the baptism ceremony, albeit children of the lord, cannot be brought to an official setting. But they have a sister and a brother in the castle.

Zilvester, a contented elementary school student, what, he had three children. It is the biggest surprise of the day. As I say, let's grow the contents.

"Now let me sweeten your words and call you Brother Wilfried"

"Uhm."

Sequence as a brother, he was satisfied that he stood on top. She smiled and said, "I'll take care of you". I can see a future that swings and my consciousness flies sooooo far.

When the Lords finished their greetings, your father raised his hand softly before the other nobles arrived. I guess it was decided as a signal, I could see two people approaching.

"Rosemayne will move to the castle only after the inauguration of the temple chief, but it is necessary to attach an escort knight as she has already become the adopted daughter of the lord. Let me introduce you to the Guardian Knight who will act together tomorrow."

One of us comes up close to sewing a crown wave is a familiar face, but the other is a woman wearing a costume that draws a long hem.

"Rosemayne's going to be out of town, not only because of the workshop, but also because she doesn't really have a knight."

They really don't want to leave the aristocratic district because they need a female knight who can act with them everywhere and escort them, but the basic scope of action for female knights is the scope for noble women to act.

"Today, it is the Guardian Knight who also acts together in the temple. I think one of them knows very well."

Two men who came before me knelt, zah.

"I'm glad you look good, Dermuel. Keep it up."

"I'm looking forward to seeing you soon, Master Rosemaine. I know I want to serve you."

They say it's unlikely that lower nobles like Dermuel would be fortunate enough to become guardian knights of the Lords' clan. He came to be told by an unfortunate man who was punished by a stumbling block that he was the lucky man who picked up the demon stone in a sweep.

"Brigitte the Female Knight. It's synchronized with Darmuel. A woman, but sure of her arms, and more magic than Dermuel because of her intermediate nobility. I think you can count on it. She's either the escort on her way to the temple. There will be another escort at the Lord's Castle."

With dark red hair, eyes like amethysts raised their faces, and looked at me. Brigitte, who has a large, tight body compared to the average of aristocratic women, is convincing if she is said to be a female knight. The feeling I saw was that of a sister, and it looks dependable.

"Brigitte, it seems hard to get to the temple, thank you"

"Nice to meet you, Master Rosemayne"

At the end of the introduction of the knight, now the nobility comes to say greetings and words of celebration one after the other.

Being greeted by some noblemen, Wilfried came to see if his stomach had been filled and he was free.

"Rosemaine"

When the Son of the Lords comes, it is the aristocratic society that must give way to any child opponent. The nobles leave the scene all the time.

"It's boring to be here, so we're going to go play. Come."

That's what I said, they pulled my arm. For once in the lead role of the day, face-to-face meetings with the nobility should have been my important task as well. The name and office of the nobleman, desperately remembered, make a promise to the clergyman to succeed in the baptismal ceremony, circles around his head.

"Um, I greet you all..."

"Come on, come on"

Looking back for help, the clergyman sighed as if he had no choice.

"Aren't kids supposed to be playing with each other? Rosemaine would rather have a child than an adult."

Huh? No, I'd rather be with an adult, wouldn't I? I mean, can I get out of the baptism ceremony?

I could not believe that the chief clergyman had given me permission, and while I was pampering my mouth, I was pulled by Wilfried. If you move your legs so you don't have to fall, your speed keeps going up.

Take him out of the altar, sew between the dressed gentlemen and ladies, and then run so that he can be dragged.

"Brother Wilfried, a little slower..."

"It's too late, Rosemaine. It's too late to catch up with a chaser."

When I spoke up, I was pissed off that it was impudent. It would mean that I do things on a daily basis like being chased by a chaser. It comes to my attention.

"Everyday workouts are important to keep the loud Lamprecht well sprinkled and to hide and escape. If you smell as dull as they are, they'll catch you soon."

"I will not escape or hide from the chaser, so let go of my hand..."

"No! Then they'll catch you and scold you badly!

I wanted to argue that I could chase and scold the escort knight because he was there and he would run away, but he was already breathless and speechless.

Shit. Interrupted consciousness.

"Stop, please. My breath..."

"Hmm!? Rosemaine!?"

In addition to the shock and pain of my body being thrown to the ground and slightly dragged away, my consciousness dimmed as Wilfried's heartfelt surprise shout was my last memory.

For the second time, the baptism ceremony is retired again.

I don't want a third time.

If I noticed, I was in my room. Slowly getting up, I saw your father and the chief cleric doing reversing.

"Did you notice?"

"... my mouth is bitter"

They took that pill again. The bitterness that remains in the mouth is not the norm.

"Wilfried looked just like Zilvester at a very young age, and I wouldn't listen to him, so I took this kind of means to beat your frailty quickly..."

"Wouldn't it be a heartbreak for Brother Wilfried if I took him out and he suddenly fell?

Even Mr. Marc and Mr. Benno, who suddenly saw me fall on the street, said my heart had shrunk, and then began to look overprotective. Same goes for Brother Cornelius.

Wouldn't that be a pretty deep trauma for a child opponent?

"Mm-hmm. I still can't apply or subtract the force, but Vilfleet is also kind in the roots, so it would be a heartbreak. That's why you should be caring about Rosemaine's body in the future"

He doesn't even hesitate to plant trauma in the child's mind in order to get quick and reliable results. I thought the way you treated me was too rational and harsh because you knew what was in me, but the clergyman is terrible that even a real nephew would not condone it.

"You look disgusted, but sooner or later, it would have turned out the same. Because I'm not willing to ask Wilfried, and Rosemaine can't keep up with that momentum. If you do the same thing in the castle, you will be punished for not being able to protect your escort knight. It is better for the people around you and for you to know your weakness and position in the moment."

Yes, it was. I will enter the castle as the adoptive daughter of my lord. If I have anything, the Guardian Knight is subject to punishment. Today is your father's daughter, baptismal ceremony, no escort knights, all you have to do is run wilfried, but from now on, another human will be involved.

"Lamprecht was eating bubbles, too. Wilfried and Rosemayne are the same age, and as sons of lords who have completed their baptism ceremonies, they have more opportunities to act together. Each other's escort knights must be equally aware of the status quo"

He also planted trauma on Brother Lamprecht, who was hiding and following him, as an escort knight of Wilfried, when I fell. I'm sorry, brother.

"By the time we rushed by the news of the aristocrats who happened to be there, we were in terrible shape. Because of the momentum well dragged, there is extensive abrasion from your temples to your cheeks, and red twitching made of white cobblestone with blood. And with scratches made of rubbing elbows and knees, clothes based on baptismal whites were stained with blood. You stayed down there, you didn't even move with Pickle, you didn't react at all, you were like you were dead."

"No! I don't want to hear it! Ouch, ouch!

When I held my ear, and shook my head as I shrugged, the chief clergyman shrugged his shoulder, and your father held his mouth and blew it out.

"Don't worry, Rosemaine. The wound was healed by Master Ferdinand, who also received medication. He also preached to Wilfried and Lamprecht. It's over now."

"... are there any scratches left?

Regardless of Reino's face, it would be tough if there was a scratch on the pretty toddler's face. "Do you doubt my arm," the clergyman looked disgusted as I checked my pepper and my own face.

No, I know the Chief Cleric is amazing, so there's nothing to doubt.

"Anyway, the baptism ceremony and adoption process have been successfully completed. Tomorrow, one day, if you rest and have no abnormalities in your health, go back to the temple. Conduct the Inauguration Ceremony of the Temple Chief"

"Yes."

Set aside your plans for the future, the chief cleric is leaving. I thought this was the end of the conversation, and I realized you were staring at me like your father said something,

"Father, is something wrong?

"... Rosemaine, have you done anything to Darmuel?

"What does it mean to be something? Did you feed him with sweetness or something?

Has the matter of the paru cake that was sometimes served in the orphanage been dispersed? Or thinking... Your father shook his head by holding his eyebrows between them.

"It's not, it's about Darmuel's magic. Twitching, but the more you work out, the more magic you have. It's an unthinkable stretch in Dermuel, which has almost finished its growing season. Don't you imitate the blessing on your own?

I have never given a special blessing to Darmuel alone. If there is, it's about the hemming of a blessing to that family.

"... if there was a blessing, it's about the time you hemmed the blessing to your family, right? Everyone who was injured thought they should heal, so the light reached Fran and Dirk, and no wonder they were flying away to Darmuel."

"Is that it..."

Your father held his head for a while after he grumbled like that. Did I do something wrong?

"Rosemaine, keep your silence on that. Don't tell Ferdinand, of course, Zilvester."

"Huh?"

"I can only see you getting snored out by Zilvester"

The blessings I have given my family are outrageous, and it seems that their blessed clergyman has been flattered or made fun of by Zilvester.

"Ferdinand knows the art of flushing from his identity and length of relationship, but he can't do it for Darmuel"

Regarding that, if you recall what it was like during the prayer ceremony, you will understand very well. I'm going to get molested, frustrated and break my stomach.

"I understand Master Zilvester, but don't even tell Master Ferdinand, what does that mean?

"I mean that rationalist. To escape from Zilvester, we will do so plainly as to bring Darmuel into our personal possession."

"Okay. I won't say."

I know through myself the severity of the clergyman's rationalism. Let's keep it a secret that Darmuel was blessed.