Ascendance of a Bookworm

The clergyman gave me the keys and tried to jump right into the library, but Fran stopped me.

"Dear Rosemayne, I've been away for a long time, so I've accumulated a lot to report and discuss. Though light, it was intimidated by the new temple chief, so the library will not be vandalized or run away. Clean up your hasty project and enjoy your reading."

I compare the door of the room to Fran, and look around the room to see if anyone seems to be on my side.

Monica, who refrains behind Fran, Rosina, who is polishing the fesh peel to say I am not involved, and Dermuel, who deflects his gaze from being caught in, and Brigitte, who is looking at the formation with a little frowning and a difficult face. They say no one can guess.

"But the Lutz and the others are coming tomorrow, so I want to read a little within today..."

The more sympathetic the Chief Cleric is, if the faces of the Guilberta Chamber of Commerce are busy, I should inevitably be busy too. I'm pretty sure it's the only day I can slow down.

When he complained that he had no time, Fran smiled as if he were a cleric chief.

"Rest assured, Master Rosemaine. You don't have to go to the library, you have something to read."

"Huh?"

"Before the book in the library, check this out"

It was a wooden plaque that was piled up. What a bunch of ritual procedures and prayer complaints put together by Fran and Monica.

"Remember this by the star festival ritual"

It was not I, but Brigitte, who let the number of wooden plaques stacked draw his cheeks all the way.

"Wait. All of this? There's too much of anything. For the young Rosemaine..."

Brigitte shelters me that it is not an amount to impose on a child who has just finished his baptismal ceremony.

Stuck in nobility, Fran frowned much bitterly, and still, he looked at Brigitte and said quietly.

"Master Rosemaine must be present as the temple chief in the star knot ritual. If you fail in your first ritual as temple chief, that will remain a much later assessment of Master Rosemaine. We know that the aristocratic class, Mr. Brigitte, understands what would happen if we had such an appreciation in the aristocratic society."

Fran, who was at the side of the clergyman, is learning how to do the aristocratic society near the clergyman. I know what the Chief Cleric will behave with caution and how he will give credit to others.

"I see, I understand. Looks like it was an exit."

Brigitte said so, slowly dropping back. Fran gives me a wooden plaque with a distinctly hospitable face.

"Go ahead, Master Rosemayne"

"This, I wrote. I did my best for Master Rosemaine."

Monica looks down at me with a glittering look. I can't beat the feeling of thinking of Fran's Lord and the impetus of Monica's unholy smile.

"... oh, I remember. I'll try to keep my temper up and reward both of you for your hard work."

"I'm really glad the stuff I put together for Master Rosemaine didn't go to waste. Hey, Fran?

"There is no way Master Rosemayne could have left Monica's efforts without it. Now, please follow these steps first."

I don't feel like I can get away from Fran laughing behind Monica. After all, Fran is an educated aspect of service to the clergyman. Influence, too much!

I gave up the library and took the sobbing wood plaque in my hand. Hmm, I'm crying. I'm glad to serve the side of the Lord's Thought. Ha, library......

Thus he talked about the flow of the star knot ritual and the work of the temple chief, and the day ended.

Today, in order to check the progress of work on the printing industry, the clergyman is also to meet with the Gilberta Chamber of Commerce. He wants a report before it's tampered with by a civilian.

The faces of the Gilberta Chamber of Commerce come to match the bells of 3 and are to be eaten together for lunch. For this reason, Ella and Nicola moved to prepare lunch in the kitchen of the Dean's office after breakfast had been prepared, and Fran also leaves my care and guidance to Monica to head to the Dean's office to prepare tea. Music accompanies the aristocratic meal, so after breakfast we held the fesh peel and Rosina also headed to the dean's office.

"If the Cleric Chief is here, I'll be in touch," Gil said after breakfast, and immediately popped out of the room. The inspection with the civilian seems to have been very difficult, with the result that he has a strong sense of fellowship with Benno and Lutz.

While Gil was away for a while, his letters had improved considerably, as had the way he reported. Throwed inside the merchant and the civilian, a desperate effort is manifested in the results.

I stroked Gill's head, and if I was praising him, "Such an attitude to serving..." he noticed Brigitte, who seemed so hard to say.... After all, it seems impossible for a senior nobleman's daughter to flank her head.

"Rosemaine, it's time to go."

Instead of Arnault, a clergyman came to the room with a flanking service called Thurm. I was ready to move, so I'm leaving the room with Monica.

"Rosemayne, you may get excited at a long time ago reunion, but until my story is over, be quiet.... Instead, when it comes to getting inside that room, meditate on your eyes. I hope you get the full peace of mind."

That's what the clergyman said on his way to the dean's office. Maybe I'm going to personalize Lutz to escape the Gyu, but for me, it's where I want to be.

"Ha!"

Monica opened the door for me when I went through the corridor and reached the director's office in the orphanage. I miss my private room terribly after a long time, and I feel calm.

"This one hasn't changed, so you can rest assured"

He exhaled howlingly into the room where the familiar furniture was kept, and until it was time for his appointment, he talked to the chief clergyman upstairs at the table about the star knot ritual. He's busy because there's a wedding in downtown in the morning and a wedding in the aristocratic district in the afternoon with the star knot ritual.

Then we also talked about what to do with the orphans this year. As a result of various negotiations, Lutz told me that if I could afford it and leave Burma as the person in charge, I wouldn't mind playing last year or so.

As soon as the 3 bells ring, Gill, who was waiting at the gate of the lower town, brings the faces of the Gilberta Chamber of Commerce. Benno and Marc, then, Lutz was with us.

I think Rutz got a little bit taller while he didn't look at it. I may have grown up on my face too. Although I was also surprised by Gill's growth, Lutz also grew a lot.

Patience wanting to jump on the long-time Lutz, I raise my hand to try to wave small at Lutz. When Pickle and his hand moved, "Rosemaine" and the clergyman called his name in a low voice, and he was stared. I'm sorry, I'm being quiet.

"Okay, Benno. I would ask you to state frankly what you saw and thought about the inspection. I want a non-civilian report."

"Yes, sir."

This is the first thing I've ever learned about Benno, but it seems the only city with a temple is the city of Aerenfest. "There can't be that many blue clerics here and there," is the word of the Chief Cleric. Because the temple is a place to worship God, I thought there was one in every town, like the church of the Reina period.

Instead of the city, there is a large temple in the territory, and besides, they make monasteries and altars each of the gods they believe in.

In the city, shops are dedicated to the god of commerce and the goddess of water, and blacksmiths are dedicated to the god of fire and the god of blacksmiths. They worship the patron saint of the traveler and the goddess of the wind at the gate.

In the countryside, there is something like a small prayer room in a winter hall, where all gods are worshipped like a temple, but instead, they say there are no small shrines in particular.

How the orphanage operated in such a way was run by the mayor of the town and leading city figures. They set up an orphanage away from the mayor's mansion to maintain law and order, and as soon as they discover the orphan, it is stipulated by generations ago lords to house him.

And instead of feeding the orphans, the mayor says they have the right to use the orphans like slaves. I think the blue cleric just turned into a mayor or a leading man in the city, and the same goes for gray clerics and witches in places like that.

"The orphanage was in terrible condition."

After Benno's words, Gil stood up and began to report the tragedy compared to the orphanage in the temple before the workshop could be done.

Orphanages in other towns are not co-located with temples. For this reason, there is no divine grace, and the mayor of a town who is not a nobleman is in trouble within a low budget. They all spend their time in dirty, unhygienic environments, but they didn't seem to see them abandoned completely like the kids on the basement.

"I think it would be a little better if we could put the workshop on track from summer to fall because the kids aren't locked in orphanages, they're connected to eating while collecting in the woods"

That's what Gil said to finish the report.

How splendid Gil was that busy, mouthless... and I look at Gil and smile and nod one as I see the class tour and taste the mood of my inspiring, trembling parents. Hehe, Gil nodded back at me with a satisfied smile that cut him off.

When Gil gets to his seat, now Lutz stands up and starts reporting.

"Unlike the Orphanage of the Temple, for lack of God's grace, the amount needed to improve your life is higher. And the hardest part is that we don't all have the idea of equality, so I don't think life will improve as peacefully as the orphanages here"

From Lutz's perspective, where weak and forceful eating was also commonplace in the home, it seemed strange and irresistible how the equality of this temple's orphanage was thoroughly achieved. Thanks to that, everything improved peacefully, but I say I don't think that applies to any other orphanage.

"Besides, the orphan dean over there felt like a blue cleric here. I think even if the orphans made a profit, they'd keep moving forward."

"... then you might want to make each orphanage in my name before you build a workshop and tap into this decision from the start"

Those who have lived in the world of the weak and the strong know to follow the strong. It might be easier to use power to create the first foundation.

For me, the leading man in the city who brings tea from the side is a disturber in the printing industry. In other words, it is the enemy of book making. There is no great hesitation in using power to eliminate it.

"If you're going to make it a rosemary workshop, you don't think I'd mind giving you some of the amount you need for your initial investment. But if you're going to do it as a territorial business, you're going to get out of the territorial budget, right?

"That would be natural."

Contrary to the clergyman who said so, Benno frowned and shook his head.

"... could be difficult"

"Why is that?

"Civilians think they want to crush this printing business."

Benno's eyes emitted a harsh light. Marc nods quietly next door as well.

"I didn't feel motivated at all by the civilians. I don't know how it's communicated and how they tell me to do my job, but it seemed like I was forced to assign a job I really didn't like and couldn't help it"

Lutz and Gill are, yeah, nodding aloud. He felt a lot worse because of the civilian accompanying him.

"I heard you wanted a candid opinion, so let me put it to you, but I have to wonder if that's really the representative of the new business that we're trying to get going on in a lord-led way. I don't know if it's just the low consciousness of the person in question, the will of the lord that doesn't make sense, or the desire to deliberately fail the business, as a one-way merchant. But that rep is sure to frustrate the plan."

Even when building the Mine Workshop orphanage branch, they said, "Trouble again," and caution was taken about rooting and how to proceed, but they didn't say no. This time it seems so bad that Benno, a merchant sensitive to the smell of money making and damage, tells me he will be thwarted.

Unlike me, who took a breath away from the high probability that the printing industry would be frustrated, the chief clergyman puts a garlic grin on his mouth.

... Oh, you evil black smile. I feel like I'm putting some kind of trap through my brain. The civilian who went on the inspection must be fed. The setback in the printing industry is troubling, so I just watch as I support the Cleric Chief in my heart.

"Hmm. Let me take your opinions into account. Looks like it was worth the trouble. Then, the star knot ritual is approaching, but what the hell's going on with the dining room thing?

It's a dinner party that brings together lords, lord's half-brothers, lord's adoptive daughters, and knight captains with all their (yes, yes) blushes. Given Master Zilvester's expectations, I have a headache.

Benno, however, had a fuzzy spare grin.

"It's going well. The dining room itself is complete, the cook's arms are up, and the educated service has increased. It seems that dinner parties can be held without so many major problems, mainly because those who are familiar with the aristocracy are moving."

"Right. Any other problems?

"... that concludes what you report to the Cleric Chief. I'd like to ask you a few questions about the Italian restaurant, Mr. Rosemaine."

Benno's gaze pointed at him sharply stabbed him. I wonder why you have such scary eyes? It's not my fault you couldn't reach me, is it?

"Then you may also want to let Rosemaine help you summarize the report and calculate the initial costs. Knowing the difficulty of starting a single business is a necessary experience as an adoptive daughter of a lord."

Think of the hardships of those below who have been assigned a job, and don't say things as unscrupulous as Zilvester, do you? I know. I know, but I don't weigh myself in order to get a book.

"Rosemaine, you can use that room after this. The escort is Darmuel. Brigitte will wait here and finish his lunch first."

"Ha!"

On the instructions of the clergyman, Monica begins the discipline of Brigitte's lunch, and Fran goes to see off the clergyman and the zahm about to leave the room.

After I had missed the chief priest descending to the first floor, I laid my hand on the hidden door and gently let the magic flow.

Magic flows from the ring, and when authentication is complete, the hidden room opens. Unlike the workshop in the chief clergyman's room, we make sure that even those who have no magic are allowed in here, so let whomever I give permission to.

"Will the Gilberta Chamber of Commerce come in here? As the chief cleric said, the escort knight is Dermuel, and the side service is Gill. Monica asks to serve Brigitte's meal. If you need me, press the magic stone on the door."

"Yes."

Say so to Monica, and I will make sure everyone enters and slowly close the door.

The hidden room isn't that big, about eight tatami sizes, like a reception room with a table and chairs. They say the size can be changed by the amount of magic, but they don't think they need that much space because it's a room for them to talk about things they don't even want to let the side serve hear.

Closed the door of Patari and the concealed room, and I exhaled hah. Endurance is over.

And I turned around, and ran out, and jumped upon Lutz.

"Wow, Lutz, I missed you!

"Oops!?

Pushing my head around, I clung to clear my accumulated depression (puffiness).

"I don't like nobles anymore! I've been distracted by all the practice and study of behaving. I'm really tired. If I fell down, my medication would force me to heal my health, and I'd lose my head later, and many people around me would be belly black, no healing, no lutz, and your father and mother wouldn't do this to me... then, then"

He frowned, with a face that, as I held on to Lutz, he did not know what to do when he was complaining about his life in a difficult and aristocratic neighborhood.

"... Ahhh, Mine?

"Lutz, you can't do that if you're wrong there. You have to call me Rosemaine properly."

I shake my head slowly as I feel the back of my eyes get hot by the name "Mine", which I have been called for a long time.

"Hey, Lutz. Chantogi, do. Not enough."

To my demands, Lutz makes me grumpy with his accustomed movements. I grinned contentedly, but the faces of those around me were very soggy. But I won't stop. I am not yet satisfied.

I look up to Benno as Lutz gives me a giggle.

"Mr. Benno, Mr. Benno, I have a favor to ask you"

"... what?

Benno looked down at me, looking slightly more alert from his dazed face.

"Just a little bit, scold me"

"Huh!?

Benno's voice turned upside down and the expression of his noble opponent completely scratched out. I feel so happy to find that out.

"When I go to the aristocratic hall, no one scolds me because of my different status. I'm sick of being praised for everything. I didn't do anything so praiseworthy!

Both the teacher of demeanor and the teacher who teaches me to study brings it up to disgust me. Besides, neither your father nor your mother would basically scold you. When something fails, I'm going to be cut off with a smile, and I'm honestly scared.

When I complained so, Benno, who was leaning down and shuddering, gagged up and dropped an oversized thunder.

"It's too distracting, you idiot! But even though you're inadvertently blurry and distracted, you're gonna shrug your feet!

"Yes! That! That's what I wanted! Oh, I'm so relieved."

It seemed a long time since I had put up with even Benno's thunder to feel nostalgic and joyful.

Ha, and exhaling satisfactorily, Lutz exhaled like exhausted on the contrary, and when he pulled out his shoulder strength disappointingly, he deposited some weight with me.

"Hey, you, the contents haven't changed at all..."

"There's no way human contents can change that easily, is there? Lutz, what are you talking about?

If it changes that easily, I'd be surprised. Wearing cats improved in this short period of time, and I think standing behavior was refined, but there are no significant differences in the contents.

To my words Benno flaunted his shoulders.

"So, did I tell you? I just became a senior aristocratic daughter from a civilian, and the essence doesn't change so easily," he said.

Lutz eats away his teeth in regret, staring at Benno and me.

"Damn...... I thought I'd never see Mine again. Give me back my tears!

"Okay. I'll double it for you with a goo."

I came up with something very good, but Lutz gave me a sigh of relief. That's crazy.

Whatever it is, I am satisfied and satisfied with the refills for Lutz.

"If you're satisfied, can we move on? Fluffy bread for sale in an Italian restaurant…"

Benno became the face of a merchant, glaring at Girari.