Ascendance of a Bookworm

There was a gorgeous tea party as the dazzling light outside plugged in with you. Several musicians, beginning with Rosina, play serene songs, and in a room decorated with seasonal flowers, "well," "ho ho ho" and the voice of a high voice lady or wife flies lightly.

I'm the star of the day.

As the adoptive daughter of a lord, it is the first tea party and an important social place for collecting donations.

"Nice to meet you. Nice to meet you."

Desperately affectionate, he repeats his greeting with a tapped smile. I'm sorry, though a lady or wife in an equally glittering smile will greet you in a brilliant costume from next to next. I can't remember who it is at all.

A tea party was held to feed on being able to make facial contact with the Lord's adopted daughter. In addition to the most popular cattle curls at tea parties these days, there is a line of roll cakes made by Ella and Fugo.

Roll cake wrapped with seasonal fruit and cream is the highlight of the day.

Your mother and adoptive mother grin at your wives looking out for their first roll cake. "Rosemaine let the cook make it," he said.

It is true, as the words say, that the wives gathering there are at will convinced that the two of them would have set up an epidemic in order to create the position of adoptive daughters of their lords. The presence of a mother worrying about her daughter's position as she enters the world of women is normal, so there is no need to correct it one way or another.

"Thank you for taking the time. I know."

A mother and adoptive mother standing next to me, who is half-mechanically greeting me, are calling for a donation.

"Rosemaine is now in charge of a new business. It would be helpful if you could help us."

"We're here for you."

The voiced aunts look at me and smile after they round their eyes, "Oh, well," she laughs. "Master Rosemaine is working hard as an adoptive daughter of a lord," she said. To observe from the raw warm smile, perhaps with foiling as adoptive daughter of the lord, I am assumed to have done nothing in particular.

"It is a favor of Lady Florencia and Lady Elvira. We'd be happy to help."

"I thank you both for your help."

That's what he says, he makes a donation to me, but no one asks me what cause I'm about to start. No one mentions how you spend your money. The mothers I've been looking after have asked me to make a donation.

He said that today's gathering is all about people belonging to the same faction, so, moreover, if Florence, the wife of the lord, and her mother asked me to, I don't think I would say no.

As an aristocratic woman, my mother and adoptive mother, who set an example for collecting donations, collected money as a matter of course, so I did nothing in particular, and the target amount accumulated while I was lovingly laughing.

If you end up building one orphanage, this is good, but if you want to expand your workshop in the territory, a single donation is not enough.

It was an honest feeling that the way I collected money at the Tea Party was not for me.

"Dear Rosemayne, Master Ferdinand is here"

As Brigitte bewildered, he came to report so to me on the sleeping table.

After the tea party I have already slept for about two days and am not in such a condition to invite guests. And basically, the northern detachment is not allowed in, and we need permission from the lord and permission from Richarda, who is the lead sidekick, to enter.

I guess being in front of the room means you have permission from both.

"Brigitte, where's Richarda?

"That's what I don't see."

Originally, a visitor's pick up is not a escort knight's job in a side job. But I don't see Richarda, and he's the clergyman, the lord's half-brother, so this is how he came to report me.

"Well, Brigitte. What does it mean to leave your premises?

"Dear Richarda, the..."

You're surprised Richarda suddenly showed up thinking she wasn't there, and words don't come right out of Brigitte's mouth.

Richarda, who was pushing the tea ready wagon, let go of her hand from the wagon and put her hand on her hips into a sermon posture. Seeing it, I rush to stop Richarda.

"Because Richarda is not here, Brigitte has reported to me. Master Ferdinand is here. Is that why you're making tea?

"That's right. I asked Lady Zilvester."

Oh, my God, Richarda fell asleep to me for two days, and she called the chief cleric to speak directly to the lord and ask him to bring the medicine. If I fell asleep for three days and it didn't heal, I would ask the clergyman, but he seemed to have gone ahead.

My health has recovered considerably as I slept for two days. I think it would be fine if I slept one more day, but your medication has reduced my suffering, so thank you and I want to be completely revived.

Richarda stripped me of my sleeping roll, and I was dressed in a room with bassari. It is a loose garment that can also be laid down in a room.

"This will do. Brigitte, take Ferdinand Boy through."

For one thing, when I allowed people to enter the room in a good shape, for some reason my mother and adoptive mother were with me.

"Well, Master Elvira. Master Florencia too!? What's the matter, sir?

"If I wanted to see Rosemayne on her way back to Florence, Master Ferdinand would have just been called to Richarda."

Though my sympathy for falling ill after the tea party is not a lie either, the purpose must be the chief cleric. "Rosemaine is really weak. I didn't expect you to have a fever at the tea party," for what you're worried about, the vibe is floating around, or your gaze looks really fun towards the chief cleric.

Recommend the chair to the dancer, and I will have Richarda pull the chair, too, to sit down. Whether the coming of the clergyman had been conveyed to the side service, the young side servants, who had fixed their makeup and put on their costumes, returned from nowhere and began to make tea.

Though I find it smiling, I want everyone to stop taking their seats off at once. If you had a holiday Otilier today, you must be very angry.

"I hear you fell after the tea party."

That's what the clergyman said as he watched me. I take a sip of tea and nod, recommending to everyone.

The tea party itself needs to be prepared for a few days, even if it is short, in advance preparation, from greeting guests to dropping them off. This is the tea party that my mother and adoptive mother held to show me an example, so I was basically just watching, but I was required to see all the ways I was going to hold it.

"I think I endured it well while I was there. We didn't have to fall down to the end. I'm a lot stronger, don't you think?

"No, that doesn't make me strong."

I seem to be the only one who thinks I'm stronger, and I didn't get endorsement from anyone. The clergyman shrugged his shoulders.

"Isn't it impossible for you to socialize when you seem to get sick at about the tea party?

"Well, Master Ferdinand. It's not a question of what you can't do. As an aristocratic woman, socializing is important."

The clergyman, who was just going to come and give me the pills, was held back by his mother. The Chief Cleric cannot escape.

"How does Master Ferdinand supposedly allow Rosemayne to show her face in socializing? If you're going to help your lord with his business, you'll need to continue to collect donations."

Although I succeeded in collecting this donation, I owe that to my mothers. "From now on, speak up for yourself," I lowered my brow in trouble to my mother, who said in a mild tone.

"It's difficult to be courteous to others. Mothers can collect donations because they have previous relationships and trust, right? I have nothing."

"We're going to build it up."

The donation of aristocratic women seemed to be based on being held. Everyone said it was because they were looking after me, because they donated it before. If that's the way we do it here, I think we'll just have to get used to it.

"Yep. Of course, we want to build up our trust with you. But given the speed with which we're expanding the printing industry, it's all I ask. There's nothing I can give back."

"So what do we do? You're gonna collect it because you need money, right?

My adoptive mother tilted her neck with proper eyes. Apparently no other donation collection has taken place here.

At first I took a fundraiser, and walked in the castle, and asked to go around, and this was immediately rejected. My request, the adoptive daughter of the lord, becomes equal to an order. They say donations are courtesy, so they shouldn't block the escape route.

"We need a way for everyone to be happy to give us money, like more other...... profitable. And I think it would be a good idea if that method had to do with the printing industry. I don't want you to put money into my trust, I want you to put money into the business of printing."

The word Co. passed my mind for a moment. But I am not familiar enough to make it from scratch. Is there any good means of donating, not investing?

Mmm, and I remembered that it was a bazaar I did in kindergarten.

"Right. What about" Bazaar "? Bring in unwanted items and sell them cheaply."

"Is there so much you don't need in your life? Besides, unwanted items must be lowered to work, right?

And he leaned his neck, saying, What are you talking about? And I held my head. High walls of common sense. Unlike the Reino era, which was a consumer culture, this is a culture that will be used to the end. I don't buy anything I don't need.

Though noble, children grow up quickly, so costumes are commonplace, and some damage is repaired and used. When it becomes unusable, lower it to the one below. There are few unwanted items.

"Uh, so, what about 'Charity Concert'?

"What could that be? Never heard of it."

Softly the adoptive mother with her hands on her cheeks tilts her neck slightly.

"This is a concert that takes place to donate all the proceeds.... Dear Ferdinand, Would you like to play a few fesh peels?

Given the enthusiasm of the woman I saw during the christening ceremony, tickets are going to sell like flights. Finally, when goods are sold in a printing relationship, they are know-how. I don't have a photo, and I can't even print a few colors exactly yet, though I wouldn't be able to do the goods.

"Why should I play it?

"Because I'm the best at what I know."

It's going to be money, so I've swallowed up the real thing a lot, but I feel like I'm finding out. I carved a wrinkle between my eyebrows and the clergyman turned into a face that seemed sincerely unpleasant.

"Rejected. It's not for any good, and there's no reason why I have to help you."

"... right"

There's no way the chief cleric can be generous and cooperative. The clergyman's generosity involves more than half the planning.

I answered lightly and was about to give up, and my mother was glaring at me. "We're going to have a concert somehow!," he commands strongly with only his gaze.

Failed. With a little thought, I seem to have awakened a very difficult person.

My mother smiles at me, and I turn my head desperately.

Is there something that is in the interest of the chief clergyman that he wants? The chief cleric is a omnipotent man with basically anything, so I can't easily think of anything I need. There are only two things I possess that the Chief Cleric wanted.

"Dear Ferdinand, Play Fesh Peel as we offer new music"

……

The chief priest's brow moved pickly. I mean, I'm interested, but not enough to pull out to a concert. I try to follow the music and also throw food for the dishes.

"Well, I'll give you a recipe that Ella doesn't even know about."

……

I was gently distracted. You seem so attracted to my heart that I dare to stray from my gaze. One more push, and if anything, I guess I can pull out a reply of understanding, but the trouble is, there's nothing else I can think of.

Still, I feel tremendous pressure from my mother saying, "Come on, it's almost there". No matter how hard I try, I can't think of anything that might move the Chief Cleric any further. Though I am corned in the hand of the chief priest, it is a groundless story that I shall move the chief priest.

I shook my head loosely.

"... I have nothing more to come up with"

"So this is the end of the story"

The clergyman, who included a little relief, broke off the conversation with Piscilli, and found her mother shocked and trembled. I'm sorry I failed, and I wanted to cry, and when I was drooling, there was someone who came all the way out beside me.

"This, boy! It's over, it's not!

"Richarda?"

Richarda, who is royal and has her hands on her hips, is completely preachy.

"Damn it, Ferdinand, when you're ready! It doesn't mean anything to a sick young princess like this."

"But..."

"The princess would have made it as convenient as she could!? Not something you don't need at all, but something you like. It's a prospect for me."

Soon after the chief cleric pinches his mouth, Richarda's sermon bursts. The chief cleric looked around at the face he was there with a bitter face and closed his eyes tightly not only saying "desperate".

No one can stop Richarda, my mother who sparkled her eyes in anticipation, my adoptive mother, who rarely sees how the chief cleric is preaching, and me, who is pompous about the momentum of Richarda.

"Don't beat me up, play me a few songs of fesh peel"

"Richarda, I..."

"If Master Zilvester took the initiative and Princess Rosemayne's involved business, what would Ferdinand Fang do without being the princess's back shield!? Master Zilvester would easily throw a job at a young princess like this."

That's Zilvester's nanny. I have a good grasp.

Can't you deny it, Chief Cleric, holding his head, exhaled a deep sigh?

"Boy, what's your response?!?

"... you should just play it"

"It's okay."

Richarda's overwhelming victory triggered the Ferdinand-like charity concert plan.

Because I would do nothing but play, and as I was infidel (fluffed), when the chief cleric returned, my mother's emotions exploded, trying not to put too much on her expression like a lady.

"Rosemaine, when shall we do the concert?

I let my eyes shine and I ride myself out all the time.

"Elvira really likes Master Ferdinand."

"You like Florencia, too, don't you?

"I have the greatest sense of companionship among those who were victimized by my mother-in-law, but Master Ferdinand looks good."

Laughing with Couscous, I think of the temple's events as the two begin to plan.

"There are mitzvahs and baptisms at the end of summer and at the beginning of fall, and we have to go to the harvest festival in the middle of autumn. It is also possible that requests from the Knights will come at the end of the fall. So, we're in a hurry, but it's probably better in the summer."

As a matter of fact, it is significant that you want to have your money ready before winter support begins. Most importantly, in busy times, the clergyman is likely to get away with it for various reasons.

"Well, we have to hurry up and send out an invitation."

"Make it a 'ticket', not an invitation, sell it exactly, Mother"

It's a concert. Profiting from ticket sales would be fundamental. But they don't have a thing here called a ticket, and your mother tilted her neck.

"Rosemaine, what is a ticket?

"It's the same kind of invitation you need to get into a concert, but it says where the seats are, and it's paid for."

When I take the paper and ink out of my desk, I write a brief diagram of the venue.

"There were 22 people at the tea party the other day, so I assume we invite 30 people. And then you need about five round tables, right? Master Ferdinand will play here. Which seat would you like to sit in, Mother?"

"That would be here."

Mother answers instantly pointing to the front row in the middle of almost a ton. This seat won't give way to anyone, you don't have to tell me.

"Yep. So tickets for the easy to see seats around here are expensive, and the less visible seats around here are a little cheaper."

"Oh? So, isn't seating order not in order of identity?

My adoptive mother tilted her neck as she blinked her blue eyes several times.

"It's not a tea party, it's a meeting to admire Master Ferdinand, so I don't think we need to decide that strictly. If you want to enjoy the atmosphere with all of us, and if you want to hear Feschpiel, but are not so interested in Master Ferdinand, you may want to sit in this cheap seat."

"I am."

The adoptive mother laughed at the couscous and said, "Well, I will buy the cheaper ticket and sit here and give the Ferdinand a high seat to those who want to see him up close," she said when she saw her mother. If I had an adoptive mother who is the wife of a lord, my adoptive mother would naturally be sitting in the best seat.

"That would make it easier for others to buy cheap tickets, wouldn't it?

If the adoptive mother indicates in her actions that she doesn't have to force herself to buy expensive tickets, there will be people to follow.

"And then... why don't you take your stories in order of identity when you sell tickets and specify the seats you want to sit on? I think there are a lot fewer people complaining about seating order."

"Isn't Rosemayne already stained with Mr. Zilvester's way of thinking about letting them decide?

My adoptive mother peered into my face looking so worried. I'm sorry, foster mother. Originally.

And set the price of the ticket. The most expensive seat is one small gold coin. Other than that, 5 to 8 large silver coins fall apart. The most expensive seats already sold.

"Prepare whatever Ferdinand wants for the tea and tea treats you serve."

Suggest with the voice played by the mother who secured the best seat. Since my common sense and this one deviate from the concept of concerts, I want to leave the basics to my strained mother.

I'm just going to mix business into this concert one by one. I think a concert would sell the best goods, but I can't get ready right away.

But if the clergyman's favorite cookie, Hugo and Ella can mass-produce it if they tap the recipe into the castle cook.

"If you're going to prepare tea treats, make more tea treats and sell them out for the last time as a memento of the concert. If you're impressed with Ferdinand's fesh peel, I'm sure you'll buy it."

"Yeah, I'll buy it!

I already have a prospective buyer. This is going to sell.

When the adoptive mother decides in which room the concert is to be held, the mother makes a seating chart and waves the seating order thinking about the placement of the table.

"I ask that you always refrain on this seating chart from who buys the tickets when you sell them and which seats you are going to sit in. That should reduce the confusion of the day a little."

Explaining that there were as many tickets to lose, someone stole them, or seeds of trouble, Mother nodded, "I see," and wrote her name firmly on the seating chart.

"Speaking of which, Rosemaine. What are you going to do about involving the printing industry in a concert?

In the middle of discussing what it takes to make a ticket, unlike her mother, who is up for a concert, the sober adoptive mother points it out as she remembers.

"Leave that to me. I want to do everything in my power to see how great the printing industry is at a glance."

You think it would be good publicity if you made and sold a program with an illustration of the Cleric Chief painted by Vilma on the cover.