Ascendance of a Bookworm

"Otilier, please untie me."

"Yes."

There was another side service besides Richarda waiting in the room. She's a woman about the same age as her mother, and she seems to have the name Otilier. The two of you share and let me take off my piece.

I shall be made two, but I shall remain. They make me change my shoes and put on a costume for the ritual of the temple chief. They seem used to getting their kids dressed, they're both early, early.

In the morning it's a costume for the ritual that Monica and Nicolas were struggling with, but Richarda and Otilier quickly wear beautifully. I can see just looking in the mirror that bands are tied from above beautifully hitched, and cloths like taski, band decorations, etc. increase one after another.

When the set of boxes of costumes that had been prepared were emptied, Richarda, one step away from me and looking around the whole thing, nodded satisfactorily, "Now you can do it".

There are parts of the temple length in the mirror that have not been touched at all. And I lifted up my hand, and touched it gently.

"Richarda, please use your precious summer colors."

"This way, right?"

I asked my family to replace it with the one they made for me, and now it's done.

Okay, let's go.

I go to the Great Hall, being led by Richarda. Naturally, Brother Cornelius and Angelica, the escorts, also follow.

"Hih!?

"Danger!"

Trying to get down the stairs as soon as I left the room, he stepped on the hem and supported me with a slight face by Brother Cornelius, who was about to fall.

"Thank you, brother, I know. It's usually a knee-length costume, so I don't know how to walk..."

"You only lift up a little like this and walk, princess"

Richarda taught me to lift my skirt just a little and walk. I thought it was forbidden because no one else was lifting and walking, but apparently I could lift the hem.

As soon as I thought I could manage this... Richarda's attention flies.

"Be careful not to raise it too much. You'll see your legs."

I usually have a knee length, so I don't think I have enough problems to see my ankle......, keep the objection only in my mind. Richarda is a man who can beat the chief cleric as well. I can't be the enemy.

Lifting his skirt gently, careful not to step on the hem of his clothes and fall, and walking thereafter, Richarda entered before me with a troubled face, dropping her hips.

"I beg your pardon, Princess"

"Huh?"

Suddenly Richarda holds him up and as he is black-and-white his eyes, Richarda walks out at such a speed that she doesn't think she's an aunt.

"In the princess's walk, seven bells will ring by the time you reach the great hall"

Apparently the 7 bells were the start time of the star knot ritual and were judged to be delayed as such.

I think this is bad that the castle is too big. Children's feet are too far away in the large hall, where the northern detachment and public celebrations take place. Besides, I have to go around, so I can get further distance. I think we need a carriage in the building.

And I was carried near the great hall by Richarda, and I was brought down before I went out into the hall.

Richarda tells me what I'm going to do, checking here and there for disturbances in my costume.

"I can only be with you so far. Walk straight up the carpet and do not get up on the stage. There's Master Zilvester over there."

"Yes."

Stepping out of the corner of the hallway, it was halled and lit brightly with something like a lamp. Even candles were wasted in the lower towns, hard to use, and it was normal for the area to get dark when the sun went down.

But noble neighborhoods have lamp-like tools, and they seem to be used a number of times. Nor is this lamp as bright as electricity. It just feels pretty bright because all the surrounding walls are white, even light that's not that big.

"... it's bright"

"Wasn't there much in the temple? It's magic equipment. I'm amplifying the little lights on the candles."

I nod softly at Brother Cornelius's explanation and proceed with my feet. The door leading from the hall to the great hall was wide open and widened, and a large crowd was seen already gathered.

The temple chief has arrived.

In the middle of a large hall with high ceilings and wide like a gymnasium, is laid a black carpet with a gold rim, and beside both sides is welcomed by the family of the bride and groom and an adult unmarried nobleman.

As I was exposed to the gaze of curiosity, I turned my gaze straight forward and walked as fast as I could. Still, given that Brother Cornelius called me "hard work" with a small voice, it seemed like a slow walk for those around me.

And then we go up to the stage. I lifted the hem so I could go up the stairs without stepping on it. I feel like I've already finished my big job.

"Rosemaine, come here"

As Richarda said, Zilvester sat on the stage in a chair with his face. Behind it stands your father.

I was also urged with my gaze to sit in the chair that was being prepared, and I sat in the chair that was being prepared next to my lord.

"Rosemaine, what happened to the Bible?

Asked by Zilvester, who looked terribly worried, I leaned my neck.

"What's wrong with the Bible?

"You can't perform a ritual without a scripture, can you? What are we gonna do?

"I remember the prayer complaint, and it's Master Ferdinand who tells the myth, so it's okay, right?

Instead, I didn't recognize it as something I had to bring the Bible to. It wasn't on the list of "luggage to prepare for the star knot ritual" that the clergyman wrote to me.

Zilvester exhaled gently in my explanation.

"... good if you can bless. Besides, I'm the one who tells the myth."

"Really?"

When you can get up on the stage and afford to look around, it feels like looking at a classroom from the lecture hall and you know exactly what's going on in the big hall.

... Ah, it's the chief cleric.

"There are no women around Master Ferdinand, even though it's a feast to look out for your wedding partner"

Look at the far-roll, it's just so noisy, the woman doesn't go any closer. Perhaps ill personality is widely known? I don't think we can escape Richarda's "boy" call as it is.

"Isn't it a fool's business to speak up to clerics who know they won't marry in a place to look after someone they're married to?"

To the best of Zilvester's words, I nod "I see". Then what the hell are you wandering around the venue for?

"Does Rosemayne want Ferdinand to get married soon? Are you piling up your work like a mountain in a temple, being used, and being frustrated? Because I'm tough."

"No, one way or the other. Because if Master Ferdinand quits the clergy now, I will be the one in the most trouble. I know it's bad for you, Ferdinand, but I'd love to know that you're single enough for me to grow up."

Brigitte was a flower on the wall when I looked around wondering if anyone else knew. It would be tough if he didn't find someone here, although he also looks less interested.

"If you can't find someone here, what happens?

"It depends on the house, and it depends on the circumstances you can't find.... Oh, you're talking about their escort knight. That would be difficult."

Gilvester glanced at Brigitte, who was a flower on the wall, frowning.

"What do you call it hard?

"One of the things about the house."

According to Zilvester, Brigitte's father died three years ago and his newly adult brother succeeded him. Brigitte had a fiancée, but the man and family said they planned to take over the house, seeing that Brigitte's brother was still young.

Brigitte disgusted the man's family and abandoned his engagement. Just as much in class, but I had more experience over there in many ways, and I was old. Apparently Brigitte's brother, young and inexperienced, is still in a predicament in many ways.

Brigitte was badly depressed, he said, because he was able to prevent takeover from breaking his engagement, but the result was to make his brother struggle.

He wanted to help his brother at all, and because he couldn't help but want to get into power, Brigitte sometimes went to the lower town, which means he volunteered best for my defensive knight without a handful.

Says he has the temper to go to a lower town where everyone hates it if he wants to protect the lives of his family and the people.

As I listened as I felt my tears thrive, Zilvester looked at me and opened his eyes wide.

"Why, cry!? Where's the crying element in the story right now? It's a common story, isn't it?

"Yes, because..."

You're weak for stories like family bonds, me. Especially now.

It is the same thing in Lower Town that when the father, the great black pillar of the family, dies, the life of the family becomes painful at once. Especially if you have not yet grown up as a successor.

Benno, who lost his parents when he was just an adult, also said he was flirted with by the small harassment of the guild chief after his employees were put in a predicament once and for all. Even the merchants, because it is such a situation, how much hardship is there if they are nobles who have to rule the land?

"I can't believe Brigitte had that situation... What can I do for Brigitte, my adoptive father?

"If we could get along with a good house at all, it would change somewhat, but I think it would be difficult to think of it in terms of its own temperament.... She's a little off to care about people's eyes. You know what I mean when I take one of today's costumes?

That is what Zilvester told me, and I took a good look at Brigitte.

There are a lot of women around wearing similar types of costumes, so I know they put together the fashionable costumes of today, but the costumes don't look very good on Brigitte.

"You care about people and follow the fashion, but you're halving your charm in costumes that don't suit you"

Honestly, I think the usual look of a knight is cooler and brigitte attractive a lot.

"It's a big disappointment, so costumes for women don't look good."

"That's not true. Given the shape and color, there are costumes that look good on Brigitte. It won't be the same as the fashion..."

"Then it would be better if they created a fashion. The right age for a woman is short. If you reach 20, they'll say you missed your wedding date."

... I can't believe I'm making a fashion again.

I swell my cheeks softly, and I wander my gaze further, thinking of a costume that suits Brigitte. It wasn't just Brigitte, it felt like Darmuel was struggling too.

As I circled my gaze, I saw Brother Lamprecht. I figured it out because my head was popping out of where I was surrounded by women. Brother Lamprecht is a hottie. You don't have to worry about anything for this minute.

"Your brother is surrounded by women, isn't he? Wouldn't you be able to get married next year?

"I think you've been single for a while now. The person who exchanged thoughts in the House of Lords is the daughter of another realm, and she is not yet an adult. If she's an adult and the circumstances of the house don't allow it, we won't be able to get married."

Your father tells me to blur. Oh, my God, Brother Lamprecht has other thinkers on his territory. You mean long-distance love? What's the matter with the house? Romeo and Juliet? I'd like to hear some more details. I love other people's romantic stories for what I have no connection to.

"Brother Eckhardt, are you here?

"I'm hoping it's time for you to look for an accompaniment, but it's going to take a little longer"

"Huh!? Didn't you hear?

I hear Brother Eckhardt was married once and lost his wife. I don't know much about my new family.

"I'm still overreacting, so I don't really talk about it in the house. Rosemayne is still on the table."

"Ok......"

As one surprise new information emerges after another, I keep searching for Darmuel. But Darmuel is buried and indistinguishable. I'm supposed to be somewhere, but I don't know.

Look for Darmuel, 7 bells rang as he was serious about.

Softly Zilvester rises and leaves one step forward while flipping his cloak.

"Start the star knot ritual with this. The bride and groom go to this!

Eight groups of brides and grooms have entered the Great Hall. Compared to the time in Lower Town, which was in the morning, cloth luxury and design were completely different, but it was the same where the precious colors of the birth season were put together.

The bride and groom, dressed in colourful costumes, walk in at regular intervals. There was applause and cheer flying around, a voice of celebration, full of joy.

As the bride and groom line up in front of the stage, Zilvester begins to speak up on the stage about the myth. It was in the Bible. Considering what you can tell, it's pretty fractured, but it seems to memorize it. That temple chief, he really didn't work.

When the myth of the Dark God and the Goddess of Light came to an end, Zilvester called the name of the bride and groom to be married this year.

"Baron Graz's son Berndet, and Baron Bronn's Lady Lagrete,"

The called bride and groom come up on the stage. Zilvester confirmed to the two of them their intention to marry and gave them the pen of the magic equipment they used when they adopted. When the two of them sign the expanded documents, the contract disappears with the golden flame.

When eight contract documents burning in gold, all of them disappeared beautifully, he cheered loudly.

"Bless the birth of a new couple from the temple chief."

It's finally my turn. Rise up, and I will walk with it and line up next to Zilvester.

"Do it a little flashy"

Zilvester's whisper came down from above. Apparently this man is also responsible for one stick of the legend of the Virgin. I pour a little more magic into the ring than I did in the temple.

I exhaled slowly, sucked again, raised my hand and started praying to God.

"The Supreme God, who presides over the high pavilion sky, is a husband and wife of darkness and light, who hears my prayers, who bless the birth of a new couple, who offer their thoughts, their prayers and their gratitude, and who do not give them the blessing of holiness."

Praying for the blessings of the supreme God's husband and wife, the gold and black light swirl from the ring and fly near the ceiling, just like the temple. And the gold and black twisted, overlapped, and bounced.

Everything becomes a small grain of light, splashed and poured down on the bride and groom.

"Ho..."

An exhale spread across the great hall like I was impressed.

And after a breath, there was a great deal of cheer in the big hall.

Even considering the look on the face of the bride and groom on the spot is full of surprise and joy, I think it is good to think that my blessing has been successful.

"Temple Chief, exit. Bless the temple chief, who gave so much blessing in his young body!

When Gilvester's voice let everyone on the spot take out the glowing tact and let it glow with magic, he hoisted bah high. It's like a glowing thyrium in a concert venue. The sight is beautiful, but I was too shy if I thought it was all directed at me.

It's too painful to walk flat in it. I was embarrassed and wanted to escape, and I left the Great Hall as quickly as I could.

The door of the great hall will be closed with my exit. After this, it will be an adult-only feast.

My body grew heavier at once because I was out of my mind after the role and because it was usually already sleeping time.

"Rosemaine, are you okay?

"Brother Cornelius, it's time for the limit"

Brother Cornelius, knowing that I would lose consciousness with Sukoun, hastily lifted me up. Even though my brother and I are not in the same physique, Brother Cornelius is still not that skilled.

"I'm sorry, Angelica. Can you hurry up and get Richarda?

"Okay."

I wondered if Angelica had taken a forward leaning position, and she was gone at a tremendous speed. And he came right back.

"Richarda will be here any minute."

"Thanks, Angelica"

Richarda, called by Angelica, came, saying, "Well, well," and when he lifted me up slightly, he began to return to his room with Stasta.

"The princess is quiet on the little one, so it's easy to carry her."

Richarda seemed pretty powerful when she caught Gilvester trying to jump out of bed and was taking him to the teacher, or knocking Gilvester out of bed and taking him to the clerk's office, who said she didn't want to "work" out of her wake.

Listening to such a story, I reached my room while I was rocking every bit.

"Princess, if you don't take a bath, you can't sleep."

I wanted to sleep right now, but sleeping with a haircut on my hair seems absolutely unforgivable to Richarda.

Otilier and I were both taken off our costumes and bathed. I put my head on the bottom of the hot tub and the two of them wash my hair with a phosphor while I'm on the water. When I was wearing hot water, I wanted to sleep harder and harder.

"Princess, please hold on"

"Mmm..."

Out of the water, he was painted like scented oil, and by the time he was massaged, he was completely unconscious.

"Princess, Princess Rosemaine. Wake up."

"Ha-hi..."

While fluttering in drowsiness, the fragrance oil is flushed once in hot water, wiped and clothed.

The next day I was able to finally dive into bed after finishing the bath with my left and right supported, I fell asleep with a fever.

"Ugh... Dear Ferdinand, I have a headache"

"Were you still asleep"

As soon as I finished breakfast, the clergyman came to see how things were going. Once I was due back to the temple this morning, it was an overcrowded schedule, so he thought it might be falling. You're absolutely right.

"What are you calming down, Ferdinand boy!

They've raised all too healthy children like your father and adoptive father, Richarda was trying to grate at my fever, which suddenly came out for no great reason. The voice is really pointy because of it.

To Richarda's reprehensible voice, the chief clergyman gently flaunted his shoulder and offered him his usual medicine.

"I've been busy all day. It was visible that I would fall asleep for a few days. You just have to give them a drink and let them sleep."

"What am I supposed to put to sleep!? If you know you're going to fall asleep, what if you don't take action first!?

It is at times like this that Richarda makes a rather unscrupulous demand to work that brilliant head. Zilvester's insensitivity may be due to being raised by Richarda.

"Richarda, Rosemaine's frailty is not something we can counteract first. If I can, I already have."

Normally, the clergyman, who ends with a "shut up" word, is elucidating to Richarda with a troubled face, holding his forehead. You really don't seem to beat Richarda.

As I reached out of bed, I gently pulled Richarda's skirt.

"Richarda, do not anger Master Ferdinand. They're preparing your medicine properly.... It's kind of mean because it doesn't improve what's so bitter about it."

"Oh, well. Now, take your medicine and stay quiet."

Richarda gave me the medicine handed to me by the chief cleric, laughing small. Green liquid in a small bottle shakes.

When I opened the lid, the smell of the boiled medicine poked my nose, and the irresistible bitterness that had been drunk many times came to my mind.

Hit me for a moment, but never will, and I will pour the medicine into my mouth at once. This medicine is still less harmful than taking it all at once.

"Is that it? Not too bitter?

Bitterness is bitterness. But it wasn't as bitter as it ever was, like rolling around.

As I lean my neck, the chief priest stares at me.

"Improved. Seems like I didn't have to be mean..."

"... ahhh.... Sarasu but Master Ferdinand. Besides being excellent, you're sweet. Ho ho ho ho..."

Guuuuu, my gaze hurts.

To avoid the sheikh's stinging gaze, I hurriedly dived into the futon.