Ascendance of a Bookworm

"Fluffy bread means you want to know how to make natural yeast?

"Oh, yeah"

Hmm, and I thought with my lips pointy.

Making fluffy bread was originally meant to keep me from getting out of other stores...... even if the cook who taught the recipe was pulled out, this one was the trump card for the advantage.

Though the supposed rivals came to mind only about Guild Directors and Mr. Ilse, they are already in the cooperative system as co-sponsors, with recipes coming and going between the Hugo and Ilse.

Honestly, I don't think it is particularly necessary to serve fluffy bread to the store in the current state.

"My adoptive father will probably be looking forward to an unusual meal, so at a dinner party where the lords and clergymen gather, I will give you a natural yeast in advance. That way, the Hoogos know how to use it, so they can make fluffy bread, right? But I'll keep it a secret when it comes to manufacturing and other things. Operate without fluffy bread for a while"

"Huh!?

Neither the bread of Ilse eaten at the guild chief's house nor the bread eaten at your father's house was fluffy bread. The Italian restaurant entertains guests with the concept of "restaurants serving meals eaten by nobles". Then it doesn't have to be fluffy bread.

"Why is that? Weren't you selling fluffy bread?

Benno rounded his eyes and both Marc and Lutz looked surprised. Benno seemed to like it a lot, so I wonder if Benno himself would like to know the recipe.

"It means no one else can imitate an Italian restaurant, and it was necessary. But now that you've taken in the guild chief, even if others want to imitate it, which merchant in this city the hell is going to come up against the combination of the guild chief and Mr. Benno from the front? No more enemies, right?

"... Ugh, well, yeah"

Though there are other big stores with nobility, turning the guild chief and Benno tags on enemies won't win, and Italian restaurants are for millionaires, so even if there are many similar stores, they just collapse together.

As Benno struggled, given the hassle and money of sourcing ingredients and serving with cooks, it is the ordinary merchant who draws his hand. Benno started doing it against Ilse and the guild chief, but he doesn't normally do stupid things like get his hands on a new business with buying words in selling words.

"And fluffy bread, rather, is what I need."

"To you? You'd already eat it routinely, wouldn't you?

"... I have to be the source of the epidemic, too, beyond being adopted by my lord."

It is not beautiful to follow those below. That's not your mother's argument, it seems a senior aristocratic woman needs it. By taking new objects and spreading them, demand is created. It is said that it is also the nobility's role to revitalize the economy in the territory in that way.

In other words, I too, as the adoptive daughter of the lord, must from now on create a fashion in which the nobles will want to drop their money. Then, as far as I'm concerned, I want to use fluffy bread not as money, but as an item to make my stand.

"There was a troublesome aristocratic situation like that, and Fluffy Bread is going to spread from the lord's castle and senior aristocracy. So I think fluffy bread will spread eventually, and if it spreads to your mother's faction, you can flush the recipe to an Italian restaurant. If you're going to work with the guild leader, you don't need a trump card like Natural Yeast, do you?

"Should there be as many trump cards as you want?

I frowned, and Benno looked at me, but he showed a flash of understanding that "there's still a lot going on".

"Give up putting the fluffy bread in the store from the start because I'm going to continue to basically have it made and sold through the Gilberta Chamber of Commerce"

"Okay. There's an order to things."

It is easier to flow from top to bottom. If it's a luxury item, it's a shame. It's homemade and familiar, so I tend to forget, but no phosphors, no vegetable paper, no hair decorations, no picture books are cheap enough for everyone to get. The purchasing layer is limited to those with money. And if the bottom chase is unacceptable, it must be flushed from the top.

"In the meantime, the part about the Italian restaurant selling complaints, the dining places that nobles also use, I will be disappointed to protect. So give me a break."

"Protect, what are you going to do?

Benno caught his cheek. Apparently, I don't have much credibility.... I knew it.

"I greet you as a co-sponsor at a tasting gathering the husbands of the big store. The new temple director's tattooed, so if you start a shop, it's enough for foiling, right?

"... Whatever the contents, the title is the temple chief, because he is the adopted daughter of the lord. Guests will lose their hips."

"Just say hello, I'm not dining with you. Wouldn't it be pathetic if you didn't know what it tasted like?"

I think it would work well enough just to show my face for a moment and wield my affection "I'd love to."

And if the big store husbands rub against Benno in search of connections with lords and nobles, it should be easy to get their help in expanding the printing industry as well.

"Either way, don't you have to leave the Italian restaurant to the guild manager as much as possible and Mr. Benno doesn't have to work that hard?

"Although the co-financier is not the guild leader, that granddaughter?

I argue that Benno is the only one who is an adult among the co-sponsors, so we have to struggle. But as far as I'm concerned, I didn't mind throwing a round at Frieda.

"If Frieda is a co-sponsor, you're reliable. Because they're going to make a profit on anything, and if Frieda doesn't get around to it alone, the family over there will stick together. It's okay if Mr. Benno gets a little out of hand."

Frieda is taken care of by her family no matter what she says. Besides, I'm a clan that is sensitive to profits and has a little bit of a hangover, so I'm determined to do everything I can to help me with Italian restaurants.

"If you're out of your hands, they'll take over?

"Huh? But in less than a year, I think the printing industry will be too busy to care for an Italian restaurant that has someone to leave to it. I still have a name as a co-investor, and it's enough if I get the profit for it."

I said I couldn't understand. I glanced around at Benno and Marc and Lutz's face like that, then clasped my shoulders.

"Mr. Benno, you said earlier that you didn't know if a civilian was really motivated, did you? But the motivation of a civilian is completely irrelevant at this time."

"The plan seems frustrating. Are you unmotivated?

When I saw Benno, who seemed suspicious, I nodded with clarity.

"Because the lord himself proclaimed it at my baptismal ceremony during this time. He said it would spread to the territory in about twenty years. Besides, the chief cleric looked bad, so there won't be any civilian with a bad attitude in no time. Instead, you should worry about further planning upfront or fast shipping."

If you look at that clergyman's face, you'll see. Definitely some kind of fabric stone or trap.

It would be nice if that trap were directed at an unmotivated civilian, but if this was a test of "can the Gilberta Chamber of Commerce really use it," it would be a big deal if I lost my mind.

"... don't say too appropriate"

"It's not appropriate. Because it's an empirical affirmation."

Behind Benno, who still looked suspicious, Marc crossed his hands all the way in front of his chest.

"Thank you for your valuable advice. I'll keep it in mind."

"Marc......"

"Just because how much reality is too busy, don't let it go out of sight. As advised, we need to be able to respond to any impotence we are told."

Marc's words, Benno and Lutz and, for some reason, even Gil and Darmuel, tightened their expressions. It's tough to hold on to being impotent.

"So can we end Mr. Benno's story with this?

"I don't mind..."

"I want to hear about Gil and Rutz."

I try to ride myself out a little bit and stare at Gil and Lutz.

To the winter halls of the other towns and villages, although I also went, it was basically a journey on a beast, and the atmosphere was tingling with vigilance of the nobility when I was riding a carriage. It's not a normal journey because I haven't done anything other than offer my prayers.

I want to hear about my normal journey. In particular, Lutz is a town where petitions can be made.

"Hey, both of you. How was your first spare town? How did it differ from Aerenfest? Wasn't it disgusting to be rocked by a carriage?

"Wow, that rocked! Even though it wasn't half a day away, Gil was drunk on his way home."

"What the fuck!? Even Lutz, there's no way to go!

The two of them, who gleamed with pleasure, try to say it to each other and talk about their first journey.

That it rocked badly, unlike running around town. That the aristocratic clerk was so angry with him that he wanted to punch him. Being surprised by the small size of the extra town and the small number of people. That I remembered about a year ago to the highness of the orphanage. That we both decided we wanted to wear boroughs and let the orphans with no lively eyes live a little better.

"You both did your best. Thanks. Gil, they say you shouldn't stroke me outside, so I'll give you a compliment here."

When she ran over and squeezed Gil's head on her knees, Gil broke her face gladly.

"... I wondered if I could get compliments for trying anymore"

"It's going to be the only place I can stroke and compliment you like this. Because identity is more troublesome than I imagined."

After stroking Gill, Lutz also tried to stroke him, and he was sent "Nothing good". I regretted it a little bit, so I'll gouge it.

But when you hear opinions that have never been addressed in this way, the printing industry at the orphanage is going to be quite tough.

"Mr. Benno, Mr. Marc. How do you think you can do the printing business in that orphanage?

"There's really not a lot of people over there, and there's not a lot of powerful ones, so why don't we focus on paper making instead of letting them do printing? I don't think it's going to be easy to handle an ingo printing press."

Marc also smiled bitterly as Benno stroked his jaw, narrowing his eyes slightly.

"It's a city with lords, so it's just big here, and other towns around here aren't that big either."

"Then perhaps the paper making and printing industries should be divided into labors. Ask them to make as much paper as possible around and make the temple workshop a print-only workshop or something...... Complete Gali edition printing as soon as possible so that you can print without the power…"

As I was somewhat pointing and arranging what I could come up with, Benno sighed as he gasped his head.

"Rosemaine, you, can you afford to be developing like that?

"Not at all so far. So instead of interacting with the power in that town and exploring the drops, I thought it might be easier to use some power to build a new orphanage and workshop."

At last, if you put a place in the prayer room that is so good in the name of expanding God's teachings, you will also have an excuse for me to go and see how it goes.

"Wait a minute! All of a sudden it's a rampage of power!? Didn't you say you didn't want to fight?

"I hate to fight, but in this case, it's not gonna be a fight, is it? Given the difference in identity, my demands will definitely pass, won't they? Then I thought it would be easier to use it even though I have the means to get rid of people who are in the way of making books..."

There are too many net stories, too many titles, too many incidental responsibilities, jobs and new memories, and I'm about to burst my brain, too. I can't afford to dwell on the drop while exploring my belly for a long time with the leading man in the small town of leeway. If you're going to clean up with power, you just have to clean up.

"Who, the one who made you so powerful!?

"He's my adoptive father, my lord."

"... damn, I can't even complain"

Although Benno holds his head, things have priorities.

First, making and increasing books. This is the most important and top priority issue. It's better to be able to use both power and money for that.

Although I can work hard to fulfill my responsibilities as an adoptive daughter of a temple chief or lord because of the effort I make to do so, I spare no effort to put in the way of those I know can be eliminated with the power I have acquired.

"Well, even if I say I wield power, I don't think that normally, you can do what I think you just did after the baptism ceremony. But, my adoptive father, it's more than me."

"Ahhh."

Have you thought of anything, Benno raising his desperate voice? Marc held his forehead gently. After all, the Gilberta Chamber of Commerce seems to be in a lot of trouble in the runoff of Gilvester.

Looking at the two of them starting to talk with a strong face about what the hell kind of impotence they would demand from Zilvester at an Italian restaurant dinner party, Lutz took out the folded vegetable paper.

"You should give it to me before you leave here.... Letters"

For a moment Rutz's eyes looked around him, mouth caged, and he gave it to me softly.

This botanical paper was purchased from the money I earned as Mine and given to me by Lutz so that my family could write to me at will. After Mine was to die, before going to the aristocratic district, I consulted with the clergyman and asked Benno by letter.

According to the Chief Cleric, some of the money confiscated from the Earl of Bindebalt was out as a sight to behold, as I was set to have been murdered by nobles. But he said he didn't like it when he sold his daughter for money, and that our family could accept the money. It comes to my attention.

So I decided to manage both the sight money and the legacy here and use it for my liking. "At least you want a letter," my family would have to write a letter if they gave me paper and ink in my name. Then my loneliness diminishes a bit. Hmm. I'm smart.

"This is a letter to Dead Mine, so even if you look inside, it doesn't say" Dear Rosemayne, "

Nervous about his first letter from his family, he saw Thuri's awkward letters dancing on paper as he spread the calf. On top of the fact that I'm not used to writing yet, it's the first letter I've used ink, so by the way, I have ink stains. Some letters are written in weird directions or the letters are crushed, and all I can read is "Mine, I'm fine".

"Uh, this... what does it say?

"Oh, I should have liked to write that I started studying sewing there at Master Corinna's. You're my uncle around here. Camille's neck sat down. I think this is my aunt around here. I was so worried you weren't down."

My father writes letters at work, and I used to read them, so I can read them normally though I'm a little habitual. My mother is freshly remembered, so it's harder to read than Touri. Each of those three people writes as they please, so I can't decipher even if I get a letter because of it.

"... Lutz, tell me to use every single one of them next time. Because the letters overlap and cannot be read."

"I said it for once."

They said it was expensive but wasteful. That's what you're saying to me. I bought vegetable paper and ink at Mine's estate because it was expensive and I didn't think my family would send me a letter. I want you to use it so I can read it.

"I want you to use one piece at a time by yourself because you can't read it."

"Thank you, Lutz. Hurry up later, and I'll write you back, too, so you can deliver it?

"Ooh."

I have to bring my writing equipment in here too, and I look around the room with only a table and chairs for discussion and think so, and Marc slowly takes a set of writing equipment out of his own luggage and arranges it on the table.

"I'll lend it to you. You'd better write it here."

"That's Mr. Marc, isn't it? It feels very nice to be able to reach the itch."

I wrote a quick reply with the writing equipment that Marc lent me. I'm busy, but I'm fine.

The discussion, which we could not do without a hidden room, was over, so we were to leave the room and have lunch. Brigitte had already finished, so Brigitte would escort him and Darmuel would eat with him.

"Brigitte, how was lunch? Fit your mouth?

While waiting for the meal to be prepared, I ask Brigitte. Brigitte is an ordinary nobleman. I would like a little more aristocratic thoughts as I am keeping the Italian restaurant close to opening.

"Yeah, it was very tasty. Master Rosemayne's cook is good with his arms. I'm so excited about the escort."

The crisp look hardly changed, but the amethyst's eyes were slightly softened and narrowed, and if you'd say that much, you'd have liked it a lot.

As I was exhaling ho and relieved, I saw three redhead braids close to orange at the edge of my sight.

"Dear Rosemayne, I made about half of this."

I brought a plate, laughing like Nicolas was good at it. Before he went to the aristocratic city, he said he wasn't sure he was going to serve it to me, but apparently he raised his cooking arm while I was gone.

"Well, I'm looking forward to eating it."

"Dear Rosemaine, do you have a new recipe? I'd like to make more, me"

I laugh small at Nicola, who was determined to say that she loves delicious things and that the happiest thing about being my sidekick is eating and working hard for delicious rice.

"Yes."

"Huh?"

"I'll give you the recipe tonight, too. Practice alot with Ella."

First, let Ella and Nicola be able to make natural yeast with the treatment of being out of the door. Then I would also like to have a senior aristocratic woman master a recipe for a treat that is likely to be popular. He said there's an ice room for magic equipment, and a cold treat might be nice in this hot weather.

... When the printing industry has expanded somewhat, should we also make a "Rosemaine Recommended Recipe Collection"?