Ascendance of a Bookworm

The journey from the castle to the temple was scheduled after lunch, but by noon the fever had not yet dropped. For this reason I could not return to the temple, and the chief clergyman proceeded to return the servants to the temple first.

"Well, this won't be a problem"

In the evening when the fever has managed to fall, I return to the temple in a manner that Darmuel and Brigitte consolidate on both sides, being put on the priest's horseman.

"Dermuel, have you found someone?

Asking Darmuel how it worked out, which he couldn't find in the venue last night in the end, Darmuel lowered his brow and shook his head like a little trouble.

"... no, unfortunately. Though I was taken by Master Rosemayne's escort, I am still in the process of being disposed of, because I am being dropped by a knight apprentice."

Indeed, it would be difficult to consider Darmuel, who has been dropped for a year in the capacity of a knightly apprentice, to whom he marries. I wish the ladies had made an appointment before the disposition could be lifted, because I became the escort knight for the lord's adopted daughter once. Darmuel should be quite a bargain, as the blessing effect is where more magic is important to the nobility.

"Well, I look forward to next year"

"I don't feel very optimistic, but I know I want to try my best.... How was Brigitte?

Knowing what Brigitte looks like in the venue, I ask what Brigitte looks like in fear. When my gaze was in contact with mine, Brigitte laid her eyes down.

"... I broke my engagement once with my father's death. Probably won't find us next."

Brigitte's stiff and tense expression made me feel more inclined to do something about it.

When I stepped down to the aristocratic gate and returned to the temple, Fran welcomed me by opening the door in good time.

"Welcome back"

"Fran, why? I hadn't even contacted you..."

"Because I saw a horseman flying from the aristocratic gate."

Fran says, as a matter of course, but I think he probably watched with all the caution.

It was a sign of flanking, and when I looked up at Fran, Fran frowned a little and knelt. As I gently narrow my eyes and peek into my face, I frown even more.

"... Dear Rosemaine, does your face look like it's not a good color?

"Really? I got medicine, and the fever's dropping."

As I touched my face and hands, checking my temperature, the chief clergyman gently clasped his shoulders.

"Fran's words are more accurate than yours. Fran, put Rosemaine to bed. Don't make me do anything today."

"Yes, sir."

Even if I pinch my mouth, it has just been decided by the two of us. I'm forced to be thrown into bed as it is.

As Fran lifts me up and I return to my room, I ask Fran.

"Fran, I want the Gilberta Chamber of Commerce to use it."

"Do it tomorrow"

Fran shook his head at the shield with the words of the chief cleric. I know it's true that I'm not feeling very well, but I have some things to do, but I'm in trouble.

"We're in a big hurry. The day has been set for my adoptive father to come to the dining room. I have to give you the date and time."

"Tomorrow would be fine."

In response to Fran, who had no island to attach, I pointed my lips softly.

"My adoptive father and father will be at the temple before we head to the dining room, but we will also report to Fran tomorrow."

Flan's shoulders shake with tingling. As soon as I was no longer in HR, my complexion was overflowing with unscrupulous anxiety.

"Hey, Fran. When will you be here, can you predict? It must be hard to get ready to pick you up when it's too steep.

"Yes, I did. Let's use it. However, it's just a letter. Please refrain from meeting.... So, when, are you here?

"The day after tomorrow."

Fran turned his eyes black and white and hurried back to the room. If you want to make sure that you are not ashamed to welcome your lord, such as confirming your tea preferences and preparing tea treats, there is also the possibility that handheld items are not of sufficient quality.

"Dear Rosemayne, as soon as you write to me, take a rest"

"Yeah, I know"

With Fran's permission, I hastened to write to Benno. Write down the date and time of the dinner party and the number of people coming to the meal and write down some caveats about the menu as well. And I asked him to come and get the natural yeast tomorrow evening.

"Gil, I'm sorry I just finished the workshop, but can I ask you to use it at the Gilberta Chamber of Commerce?

"Yes, sir."

Ask Monica to help you get dressed and get into the bedroom. You shouldn't even get out to dinner, and Monica stabbed me with a nail.

"Monica, how was the orphanage festival? Were all the kids having fun?

"Yes. Vilma threw Tau with me this year. Master Rosemaine asked me, so it seemed that there was a lot of God's grace, and the soup making wasn't as difficult as last year."

Gobbling on the sleeping table, listening to me from Monica during my absence, Gil, who was going to use you, returned with a reply.

"I'm already ready. Come anytime!... and he said. Tomorrow evening, Leon will be picking up natural yeast."

With that said, Gil offers a letter from Benno. I opened the letter, relieved by the reliable words that seemed to Benno.

There it was written to the members of the dinner party that Guild Manager and Frieda would participate as co-sponsors. They both know Mine and Rosemaine are the same person. Tell the lord that beforehand.

The next day, because I was not feeling very well, I was forbidden from going from Fran to the Dean's office or to the library room, and I was put to sleep.

I need to rest without a book. I negotiate with Fran several times and succeed in getting the book brought from the library, spending time reading the book while I gobble. It was a blissful day.

In the evening, Leon comes to pick up the natural yeast and gives it to him properly, Nicolas reports. Fran also seemed to be busy walking in and out of the room, preparing to welcome his adoptive father and father.

On the day of the dinner party, after 3 bells rang, I heard that Zilvester and your father were bringing escorts, but how excited they were, it was earlier than 3 bells rang that a groaning face of Zilvester arrived.

Having been practicing with Rosina and Fesspiel, I have become perfectly in tune with the bitter face of the chief cleric who has guided me through the line.

"Keep your promised time, adoptive father"

"Rosemaine is right. How many times do I know it's convenient here too!?

"Ok, ok. Keep the time to get to the dining room and you'll be fine."

Two sighing brothers, Brother Eckhardt and Brother Cornelius, peek into his face from behind his father, who gently flushes Zilvester and "I still considerably suppressed this".

Brother Eckhardt had decided from the outset to come as an escort because your father would need more escorts than he could get to his dining table, too. But Brother Cornelius shouldn't have planned to come.

"Is Brother Cornelius with you?

"I'm also Rosemaine's escort knight."

I'm putting my hands on my hips and saying it with a slightly opposite chest and a crisp look, but I feel that face says, "You look funny, but don't be out of company".

Looking at Brother Eckhardt as he frowned, he looked down at Brother Cornelius with a teasing glance, "The escort takes turns to eat, so they also have my replacement personnel".

Apparently, Brother Cornelius was half forced to come along.

"I can't help what's come. Hospitality here. Rosemaine, it's your family."

"My adoptive father is also the family of the chief cleric, isn't he?

"… take after meals"

Copy that, sir.

While Fran was making tea, he said, "Is this Rosemaine's room? Not much different from the mansion room," my adoptive father and brother left looking around the room, and I immediately wrote to Benno.

I have to communicate a change in the number of escorts. The ingredients are looking at the margins, so I think it's okay to have more for one person, but I don't have to contact them beforehand, so my mind will change.

Write down the costumes and the general outfits of everyone, and ask the guild manager and Frieda to tell them. You should have all the dress codes. It would be very uncomfortable if only one person floated.

"Rosina, give this to whoever picks you up."

"Yes, sir."

Rosina is supposed to play fesh peel during the dinner party today as a musician, and the 3 bells are supposed to spin the carriage from the Gilberta Chamber of Commerce, so we're going to the dining room one step ahead. I asked Benno and the light water colored clothes I bought for today look good on me.

"So, Master Rosemaine. I'm going to."

Faster than the 3 bells rang, Rosina left a graceful smile and escaped from the room where this senior nobleman would flinch.

Nicola, who was lightly panicked by the situation of the Lords and Knights coming as guests, though she had heard beforehand, sees Rosina going out with envy.

"Nicolas, bring out your cookies. … taste it and ask for the best."

"Ha!"

With a smile on my face and a bitter smile at Nicolas heading to the kitchen, I turned to Zilvester, who was enjoying the tea I had put in Fran.

"Dear adoptive father, I'll let you know the face of today's dinner party first"

I also tell him that the guild chief and Frieda will be at the dinner party, that these two know Rosemayne and Mine are the same person, and that Benno told me to tell them.

"Hmm. You're a profitable merchant.... Ok. Look at your face and decide how to meet it."

He says it's before lunch, but he's throwing cookies served to Nicola into his mouth one after the other, saying, "This is good". Brother Cornelius, who can't eat because he stands behind him with such a Zilvester as his escort, looked resentful.

By the time the 4 bells rang, the carriage had been turned from the Gilberta Chamber of Commerce. Me, the chief cleric, my adoptive father and your father, one. One at Darmuel and Brigitte with my brothers. And one for three flan and clergyman sidelines. Travel to the store in a large area called three carriages.

"What, this carriage!?

Unlike the carriage in the aristocratic city, Zilvester hoisted his eyes at the rattling and rocking carriage of civilians.

"This is what the carriage in Lower Town looks like. The carriage in the aristocratic city uses magic equipment, right? The road is straight and flat."

"Rosemaine, can't you handle it with your knowledge? Modify this one before you make a book."

"... the carriage is too old a ride for me and I'm not familiar with it at all. I don't know how to modify it."

I've never been interested in the structure of a carriage that I never even ride. I also think I've read a sentence somewhere that seems to have been made in a suspended shape carriage that reduces sway, but I don't remember it in detail enough to order from Johann.

"And it still smells terrible."

Zilvester, who was going hunting in the woods through Lower Town, distorts his face. He thinks the same thing because both your father and the chief cleric have frowned and a strong face.

"If that's what you think, spend a little money on hygiene management in Lower Town."

"If we break the budget, can we work it out?

My blinking father looked at me with interest. It's a little troublesome to be seen with anticipation that way.

"... If we can install sewers, we can improve them significantly. But I don't know the details."

"Is there nothing but how to make a book!? The knowledge is really not user-friendly!

Zilvester yelled at me. My interest has not changed for a long time, even though I have been told it is not user-friendly. Books are the top priority for now. Think about other things when you can afford them.

"There's no way you remember in that much detail that you're not interested or needed. Does your adoptive father remember anything?

"I leave that kind of work to Ferdinand"

I arrived at an Italian restaurant while we were talking about such useless things. Squeeze your face to look just like the inner circle and shut your mouth.

It's a store in the north of the city, so it's a spacious store, but it's on the sixth floor, which is very much the same as the surrounding area. From the outside alone, you wouldn't think that the inside mimicked the noble hall.

First the servants grab their bags and go down first. The escort then stepped out of the carriage. In front of the store it was clean, clean and easy to walk.

Your father and the chief cleric get out of the carriage, and I ask your father to take me down from the carriage, and finally Zilvester, the lord, comes down.

With all three carriages lined up, it's the focus of people traveling around. Even if you don't know who you're here, you'll only know at a glance that you're a hell of a rich man. Slightly farther winding, more and more wild horses are looking at this one.

"Let's go in, adoptive father."

When I walked into the store and closed the door, the smell outside was quite blocked. And get out of my intrigued gaze, ho.

Beyond the door, Beginning with Benno and Marc, the guild chiefs and Frieda, and all the suppliers were assembled. Everyone is on their knees, crossing their hands in front of their chests.

It's been a long time since I've seen Frieda, but I'm not Mine anymore, so I can't even speak out "Long time no see".

Feeling a little lonely, I had heard Benno, a delegate, say a long greeting.

"Blessed be the glorious good day of the god of fire, Rydenshaft, for the encounter by the guidance of the gods"

"Bless you."

I came to an Italian restaurant before, even the interior was still in good condition. When doors, window frames, etc. with luxurious patterns fit in this way, and carpets and tapestries are adorned, and flowers and paintings add color, it seems like a completely different store.

A number of long chairs and personal chairs are prepared in the entrance hall, which also serves as a waiting room, containing a variety of conditioning items that Rosina and Fran had chosen.

"This is the room where the escorts eat. Please forgive me, as I do not envisage treating the aristocrats, today will be a room of decadence"

It's a simple room, though with chairs at a slightly larger table. Apparently the side service will be the room to take turns eating meals or waiting when they are paid. It's too simple for today's escort to use, but I can't help but assume that it's not a room for guests to use.

"This is the dining room."

"Ho, you have the vibe of an intermediate aristocrat to lower aristocrat room. I don't think it's Lower Town."

Thank you. I know what you're saying.

Benno's face loosened slightly to the Lord's words. It took a lot of money and time to pass through the Lord's mouth as an appreciation of the store.

Complex sculpted waist walls were mounted, decorative shelves lined with the same decoration, besides expensive plates and pots, decorated with the picture books I made and the origami celebration cranes I gave you quite a while ago.

The table is well polished and glossy, with napkins for the number of people and today's menu ready. The center of the table is decorated with a tall vase and seasonal flowers so that you can see the other person's face across the street. The bell to call for service was also ready for something adorable, and I nodded contentedly.

"Okay, here you go"

After looking around the store until the lord felt better, he was led to his seat. Brother Eckhardt, the escort, stands inside and outside the door, and Brother Darmuel and Cornelius head to the escort's holding room.

"Let me introduce you to the co-sponsors of this dining room. First, Lord's adopted daughter, Lady Rosemayne. Today's menu was also conceived by Lady Rosemaine. Then Gustav, the guild leader of the commercial guild, and his granddaughter, Frieda. We make a huge contribution to serving and educating cooks."

Benno will introduce the lord to whom he will dine with. Here, the first thing I've ever known. Guild chief's name was Gustav.

"I don't know."

Gilvester turns a sharp gaze to Alliance Leader and Frieda, who know Rosemayne and Mine are the same person. I made sure that the guild length, who seemed so great in my memory, shrunk his body and crossed his hands in front of his chest.

"Gustav, then, Frieda. I hear they are excellent. I can read the machine and make a profit. Then you will know for yourself what you should do better. Right?

"Of course, we are here to cooperate as much as we can."

"Hmm. So now my adopted daughter is going to start a big business. I need your help."

He's not going to do this, especially with the guild chief, watching how Zilvester orders Benno not to slap his mouth in vain over the distance and to make it convenient. Though he is a man who clings to money, he can also be described as a benefactor of his life for once, so he was horrified that his condition would continue.

After the nailing from the lord, I see Frieda and I have a little tension relief, and Nicole and I laugh at each other. Frieda said she would live in an aristocratic neighborhood when she grew up, and I want to get along with her to some extent.

While an introduction was being made by Benno, Fran and the clergyman's side service had begun to prepare dishes from among the luggage they had brought with them. Benno and the others are getting ready to serve quickly. There was also the figure of Leon, whom Fran educated during his service.

The food is brought in by being put on a wagon in a pot or large plate. And it's in the form of flanking and serving on the spot, splitting into plates and serving the Lord.

Today there is a franc attached to the service of the lord, and Zahm is in charge of my service. On a class basis, everyone was hesitant to serve and fail a lord opponent in a way that had to be served first, but was unusual in the first place.

I had the most time for a meeting, and Fran, accustomed to my cooking, served the lord, and while I saw it, others were to serve.

"Is this the menu of the day"

Gilvester looks interesting to his hand at the cards placed on the table like a menu table for a wedding.

With all the dishes I didn't know lined up, I could see my garlic and mouth laughing.

Leon serves freshly baked fluffy bread. The smell of fluttering up with the hot air made me feel like I couldn't help but want to eat quickly. Your father and the chief cleric look at the bread, blink their eyes, and the chief guild and Frieda open their eyes, and look at me.

Fran gently placed a plate in front of Zilvester.

Potato salad soothed with handmade mayonnaise is served round on the right side and steamed chicken and vegetable salad dressed with Italian dressing on the left side is served in the shape of a three-day moon.

"We thank and pray for the will of the Gods, the Supreme God who presides over the high pavilion sky, the Great God of the five pillars who presides over the wide and hospitable earth, who graces tens of millions of lives as our food, and we receive this meal"

I offered a prayer before the meal where all the plates were in order, and I took the fork in my hand. With poisonous eyes, those who invite them are the first to put them in their mouths.... Yeah, delicious.

Muggle, I could see Zilvester eating it right away. I know the personality of new things lovers well around putting them in my mouth from the first potato salad I see, not the vegetable salad I'm used to seeing. First of all, it's a big difference from a clergyman getting his hands on a familiar looking salad.

I stare at Zilvester for how he reacts.

After putting it in his mouth gaggedly and moving his mouth, Zilvester opened his eyes gently and looked at Ba and me.

"... Rosemaine, what is this? It's my first taste."

Seeing where the dark green eyes are shimmering, the potato salad apparently cared for.