Ascendance of a Bookworm

I'll take care of the tickets.

With her mother straining no further, she decided to leave it entirely to her adoptive mother and mother to set up venues, respond to invitees, and prepare tea and sweets.

"Elvira, please calm down. If we don't have a date, we won't even be able to make tickets, will we?

"Hey, Master Florencia. Things you don't want to hold as soon as possible?

Contrary to her mother, who puts her fingers together to want to hold the concert a little faster, the adoptive mother lowered her eyebrows like she was in trouble.

"I want to take as long as I can to prepare. You can't fail, can you?

It seems that the adoptive mother wants time to prepare because this is her first attempt at a concert where she takes money with tickets and sells goods on the spot.

I agree with my adoptive mother. I want to buy as much time as possible.

That also means that I have the far too harsh task of offering new songs and recipes to the Cleric Chief in addition to creating programs.

While in the castle, I am safe, but as soon as I return to the temple, I feel fully exposed to the eight hits of the clergyman who was overrun by Richarda. I want to buy some time and wait for my anger to break.

No, wait. The Chief Cleric has a good memory, he remembers the old days forever and feels like he has them in his roots, so he may be the type whose anger amplifies over time.

"Ordnants"

Soon the adoptive mother, who held the glowing tact, changed the demonic stone of the bracelet to prepare a bird for the message.

"The concert will take place in a month. If inconvenient, please specify an alternate date"

To say that, I wave tact and fly birds. As we have already seen many times, the bird flew through the wall.

The bird, who returns after a while, descends on the table with the bass and tells a message from the chief cleric.

"Good in a month. I'm sorry, but I need you to tell Rosemayne I'm starting my sorcery training tomorrow. If you take your medicine, you shouldn't have a problem with your health."

The same content is repeated three times in a chilling voice, and the bird returns to the demon stone. Am I the only one whose spine stretches out and cold sweat erupts, even though it's just my voice?

"... Dear Ferdinand, have you been somewhat very angry?

"You don't sound in a good mood."

"And that's a very cool voice."

It's a compliment for once, but your mother's smile feels a little painful too.

"In this case, please say not a cool voice, but a voice that freezes to the spine, Mother"

As the bird told me, I took my medication adultly, so my health was completely revived the next day.

I'm concerned about the sheriff's anger, but the sound of magic training sounds good. What the hell will you tell me? Can I read a book on sorcery that I wasn't allowed to read before?

... I guess I have lots of books to read for the first time. I figured there was a book like "Basic Sorcery" that would be a textbook?... Ha! Maybe this will complete the Mine Decimal classification!?

Remembering that I was troubled by the classification of the book of sorcery relations, I waited with a groan for the chief cleric to come.

"Princess, Norberto has contacted me. Ferdinand, he said you were a jerk."

"Let's come right away"

Led by Richarda, I went with the escort knight to the waiting room in the main building. Today is the day when all four are gathered together, and when I am surrounded by escorts, I am completely buried.

"Morning, Rosemaine"

There was a faceless clergyman sitting in the waiting room who didn't make me feel emotional. It's hard to tell if you're angry or not, but seeing a book stacked up in front of the chief cleric made that all right.

"Good morning, Master Ferdinand. Is that book for me?

"Oh, yeah"

Hey, hey, hey, hey! It's a new book. Yay!

In my heart I am happy enough to shake Maracas and dance Samba, but in reality I have only reacted enough to stare at the book with a smile. I think lady education is quite amazing to be able to bear this I want to jump on a book.

Behind me, Brother Cornelius and Angelica all said, "Wow..." What an unpleasant voice. Apparently, we're both bad types of readers. It's a shame you don't understand this pleasure.

"Richarda, please take this book to your room. Okay, let's go."

"Yes, I did, boy."

I remember something new, so when I read the book and waited with a bouncing heart I wondered if I would remember the basics, I blinked my eyes at the sudden dawn. Staring in a sad mood at the book being transported to Richarda, he asked the chief cleric.

"... which way are you going?

"There's nothing wrong with releasing magic."

Brigitte puts out the horseman following the clergyman who put out the horseman on the balcony. On the grounds that in Angelica I was unlikely to be able to support me, I was to have Brigitte on board.

"No!?

"Sorry"

Unlike during the Trombe crusade, the usual knights wear abbreviated armor, not full-body armor. It's normal to wear something like a piece knitted in thin metal that seems to contain magic, with a chest, armor, and lower tibia from the knee.

The same goes for Brigitte today, but on board, a heartbeat hits my head.

"This is what we should have done first. It shouldn't hurt to hit it now."

Brigitte then touched him to stroke his chest. At the next moment, the area of the chest creases and distorts.

I'm saying it with a crisp face, and it's definitely what you did for me, so I'll stop pointing it out, but the chest shape is clear. It wasn't usually very pinned on my chest, but it's pretty big tits, and I, I might be useful.

... Oh, Brother Cornelius, I know you're old enough to be intrigued, but don't look at me like I'm surprised. Apprentice Darmuel and keep your gaze out of the way.

Let Brigitte take you on board and move you to a tall, large building a short distance from the castle. I saw the chief cleric who had arrived earlier go in.

Brigitte tries to go inside as he puts me down.

"Thanks for taking the time, Brigitte. You can put your breasts back on now."

"Oh, right"

He seemed to have completely forgotten, and Brigitte touched his chest softly and put it back on his hard, tight chest.

Now I will go into the building, and I will snort in peace. It was a bright white building with nothing inside, as a galan.

"What is it, here?

Ugh, the clergyman answers my voice that sounded.

"It's a building for the knights to practice fighting with great magic. The magic is preventing it from leaking outside. I teach Rosemaine how to handle magic here, so they can train there. Especially since Darmuel is growing up now, isn't he? Stretch it out before it stops growing."

"Ha!"

The escort knights, who heard the Chief Cleric, head to the other side to begin their training.

I was intrigued and tried to peek into what kind of training the hell I was going to do, and the clergyman smacked me in the head.

"Ouch!"

"Don't make any mistakes."

I'm afraid of the sheriff's eyes. There's no Richarda here, and the escort knights are training on the other side. There is no one here on my side or to be my shield. Isolated. You better try not to get mad at me.

"Benno's busy with the little temple thing, isn't he? Then I think it would be better if we had special training in magic right now. I'm not supposed to let you train in sorcery until you go to the House of Lords, but you've already remembered how to handle it on your own. I'm supposed to be a teacher to gain a little decent knowledge"

Although my mouth says special training in witchcraft, I just think it's the eight wins that led me to hold a fesh peel concert.

"You're not a student in the House of Lords yet, so you don't have a stamp"

"Doctor, I have a question. What is Sturp?

"This is it."

The chief clergyman waved his arms gently and took out the glowing tact. If you're a student in the House of Lords, the official name for the glowing tact you said you had seems to be Starp.

"When it comes to dealing with magic better with a starter, it's definitely more efficient, but it doesn't mean you can't do it without it. Hurry up and remind you to build and ride a horseman with demon stones."

That's what the chief clergyman says, wearing thin-skinned gloves. And he removed a clear demonic stone the size of my fist from the leather bag lowered to his belt. It seems to be the same demonic stone for changing into a horseman, attached to a knight's armored small hand, or jarring on his belt.

"Give the Demon Stone magic to change it into a moving object figure. We must move it of our own free will and let it fly in the sky. There may also be a trombe crusade this fall, and I'd better convince you to head to the harvest festival or prayer ceremony if you can't get on the carriage in Lower Town for long. Above all, it is a necessary technique to align medication materials. It's not a place where you can go without a beast on your own."

With that said, the chief cleric handed me a pong and a demon stone.

I held it so as to envelop it with both hands so as not to drop it, but I can see the magic sucking out of it from the moment it touched my hand. As the magic flowed with the momentum that frightened me, I hastily opened up the magic that was trapped behind me.

"Doctor, the magic is taking away with great momentum..."

"Oh, no problem. I must dye the stone with your magic first. [M] It's what you need to do to make sure it moves in your consciousness."

"What ring have you ever borrowed? I used magic only when I used it, but it didn't suck the magic out like this!?

Saying so while holding the Demon Stone with both hands for a long time, the Chief Cleric gently clasped his shoulders.

"Using demonic stones is not the same as using magic equipment. Such details will be explained later. It doesn't matter for today.... That's just a lot. It dyes fast."

If you are a junior knight with less magic, they sometimes focus their magic on the extent that they don't make you sick, and it takes about a few days.

They say that demonic stones dyed with magic thus become unusable by others. It makes it harder to use precisely. If the colors of magic were similar, they would be the difference between cloud mud and demon stones that could not be used but dyed with their own magic.

In the midst of such an explanation, the demonic stone I hold seems to have stained my magic, once emitting a bright light.

"If you can dye with magic, move on to training to change shape. You're used to dealing with magic, so it'll be quick to deal with it. Firstly, deform the stone with magic, imagining how to instill magic in this and inflate it. You have to be able to change it to the shape you want, but at first you just change the size"

"Yes."

As I was told, I try to spread the magic as I imagine it, feeling like pushing and spreading the magic with my fingertips, one by one.

I thought it would be a bit of a struggle, but easily the Demon Stone swelled round and round as I had imagined.

"Wow, it's swollen. It's like" Balloons "!

It gets a little rounded and big like a balloon on my head. My fist is big, and the demonic stone, which was a little smaller than a tennis ball, is about the size of a softball.

"Try putting it down while you keep letting the magic flow, and keep letting the magic flow even when you get it off your hands. If we can do that, we'll move on to training to change it into a specific form."

"Yes."

I knelt down on the spot, gently placing the demon stone that I had to wrap with my hands, one finger at a time, so as to reduce the area that was touching the demon stone. The moment I let go of my last finger, worried that the magic might break off, I let go of my finger as I flushed more to thicken the pipe where the magic flowed.

"Ho..."

The clergyman exhaled like he was impressed and looked down at the demonic stone, which was increasing in size one by one. As can be seen from the fact that the Demon Stone continues to grow, the magic continues to flow uninterrupted.

From softball, through dodgeball, it's getting about the size of a beach ball, and I'm getting somewhat more anxious.... This won't crack, will it? It's all right, isn't it?

"Doctor, I have a question. How far does this swell?

"Until you stop the magic or fix the shape. I can make it the size I can ride, so I can still make it bigger."

To the word of the chief priest I exhaled a ho and a relieved breath. Look back, look up.

"Good. Then suddenly it's like a 'balloon', Pa! So, crack..."

Before I said, "You won't break it," I heard a sound of pissilli and crackling.

"Fool!

At the same time as the curse of the chief priest, the basali and cape are spread and sheltered by the chief priest.

Immediately, Pa! and made the same sound as I had imagined in my head, and the demonic stone balloon cracked. Fragments of the broken demon stone make a noise to the cape and fall to the floor as they make a clear, high noise like glass.

"The Demon Stone should change as you thought on your head, but what the hell did you think!? In the midst of changing the Demon Stone the way I imagined it would, if I imagined it would crack, it would naturally crack! You fool!

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!

"... at all, the precious Demon Stone is shattered"

To the tired voice of the chief priest, I blued. Speaking of which, the Demon Stone was valuable and expensive. This is not good.

You can quickly see the demonic stone fragments falling on the bright white floor. And I hastened to gather the shards, and poured out my magic, saying, Clay, clay, stick together, round. Corn the demon stone like clay with your palms flat.

"What are you doing? The broken demon stone will not go back to normal. We'll have to shatter it more and use it as an ingredient when making magic equipment."

The chief priest looked down at me like he was frightened and said so, but I can see that the shards stained with my magic change shape in my hands.

"... it's okay. Because this is how clay sticks together.... Here!

When I opened my hand to show the demon stone that had become a dough, the chief cleric alternated with me many times with a stunned face.

Take the magic stone out of my hand, and let it cast over the light, and test it, and exhale deeply.

"Insane..."

"Huh?"

"Well, good. Collect all fragments! Once that's done, today's training is over."

As I told him to be on his own, he waved his hand patterned and the chief cleric held his temple.

When I reply well, I begin to roll the demon stone over the fragments scattered on the floor. I stuck a fragment to the demon stone dough so I could clean it with corn. Once we have gathered to some extent, we will again inject magic into the clay with the procedure to round it up.

After kneeling in and coring for a while, the fragments cleaned up nicely but my legs were numb and I couldn't get up.

"Don't practice manipulating magic on your own, as you don't know anything, it's hard if you let magic run wild"

As soon as I got back to my room, they told me so. I, who have ruptured the Demon Stone, hear quietly, falling apart. I'm not going to sneak up on practice because I'd be scared if such an explosion were in my room.

"Nice."

After saying that and nodding, the Chief Cleric piles up on the table one magical book after another that he brought to me today.

"This is the book in the library of this castle. It's all going to be a book about the fundamentals of magic."

"Wow! Thank you."

The moment I tried to reach for the stacked book, the clergyman held my hand "wait".

"Richarda, Rosemayne has a habit of indulging in blindness and deafness around her when she starts reading a book. Let us live a regular life."

"Yeah, yeah. I'll take care of it, son. I'm used to it."

"Then you should be tired of special training in magic today. You could get sick again."

That's what the chief cleric said as he looked at me. Richarda tightens her expression to the phrase "feeling sick".

"Okay, princess. Let's read tomorrow. As Ferdinand Boy said, I trained for my first sorcery today, so if you don't get some rest early, you'll get sick again."

"Huh? Um, Richarda..."

The book that was piled up in front of me is cleaned up as I look at it. I even tried to reach out and say, "I won't!" He scolded me.

"Oh, yeah. Rosemaine, come to the temple tomorrow. I have to get the music and recipes I promised."

Seeing me scolded by Richarda, Niih and the chief cleric distort his lips.

Retaliation! This was retaliation for the Fesh Peel concert!

It's too bad of a personality to pack your plans so that you don't read them and appoint Richarda as a watchdog while you pile up a book you haven't read yet before me!

"It's terrible, Master Ferdinand!

"Richarda and I are just worried about your health. Not terrible at all."

If you look refreshed and say it, everyone will know. This is absolutely mean. When I glanced at the clergyman, he laughed with a hun and a nose.

I regret it! If this happens, I won't shy away anymore.

Vilma's illustration on the program cover was meant to be a full body diagram playing fesh peel with a cut painting similar to God in the picture book. I was going to make it an illustration of the level that I can tell by the hairstyle as the chief cleric. I was just going to let the mothers enjoy the atmosphere.

But I don't hesitate or weigh myself anymore. There is no such thing as portrait rights. What a round and poppy consideration in this world.

Absolutely complete the raw Rowe paper within a month.

This is my first Gali edition of printing, and I'm going to get a fine, beautiful illustration from the clergyman's chest to the top face center, and I'm going to decorate the cover.