Ascendance of a Bookworm

"Or you can't make a commitment!

Darmuel closed his tight eyes and said so clearly so as to squeeze out the pain. Kneel on the spot and cross your hands in front of your chest.

"I am a knight, so if my boss commands me, I will not remain silent. So… please forgive me for closing my eyes"

If you don't know, you can't report it. So, as always, I want to stay unknown. I snorted at Darmuel's bitter decision.

"Then never leave this workshop. I hope you never destroy yourself with curiosity."

"I'm afraid so."

Leave Darmuel and a few gray clerics in the workshop. Rutz and Gill went outside with gray clerics and children with blades and cages to mow trombes. I will also go out with everyone and move toward the women's building.

"Somebody get Vilma, Delia and Dirk from the women's wing."

"Yes!"

"I will go!

Several children run inside the women's building as they follow. Soon after, Vilma and Delia came out holding the dilk. Delia's face is just a little tense.

"Long time no see, Delia. I'm glad you're feeling better."

"Thank you for your concern. Me and Dirk are fine."

I broke my face like Delia was horrified.

"Delia, Dilk is a eater. Because of his magical powers, he was targeted by the Count and the Temple Chief, not by that gamma. The Lord of Dilk remains the Count, as the Count is still alive"

Zadelia changed her complexion.

Count Gamagoe is still alive to find various aftersins and make deals with the Count's territory. I don't think a lord who is primarily thinking about a political deal will think about breaking a contract for eating. While the Count is alive, his contract with Dirk will not be broken.

"And Dilk has yet to be given the magic equipment to shed the magic that builds up in his body. Reduce it a little so you don't get too much magic. Let Dirk have that red fruit."

"Yes."

Gil gives Delia the fruit of Tau, and Delia makes Dirk hold it. Dilk's magic, which was uprooted from the temple chief in the spring, did not seem to have increased so much, and fruit growth almost stopped as seeds began to spill out.

"Now it's okay. Dilk can go back now."

"I'm afraid so."

As horrified, Delia strokes Dirk's head. Only one season changed, and Dilk grew a lot bigger. Kamil must be getting bigger too. I narrow my eyes unintentionally to nostalgia.

"Oh, Vilma. I need a favor. I'd like you to paint a picture of the chief cleric..."

"Sorry, I can't do that. I don't know the face of the Chief Cleric."

"Huh?"

Having trauma for the blue clergy, Burma seems to be trying to stay out of sight even when she comes to visit the orphanage, and has never seen the clergyman's face firmly.

No way, I wasn't expecting Vilma to know the clergyman's face, but if you think about it, you're convinced. While I am convinced, I bluish.

"Wow, I invite the chief cleric to my room, so at that time..."

"Going to the aristocratic district is still impossible. Sorry, sir."

It would be difficult for Vilma to go to the aristocratic area, which could be described as the nest of blue clerics. But I don't think there's a blue cleric trying to get his hands on my side of the service, which is the head of the temple.

"Vilma, even if I send you away not to let anyone serve you, can't you?

"... I'm sorry. Dear Rosemayne, can't you leave Rosina to do the sketching? Based on Rosina's paintings, I think I can."

I let my face shine all the time on the help boat of Vilma, who said so with regret. The artistic witch's taste is amazing.

"I'll ask Rosina!

Laughing with Couscous, Vilma took Dirk and Delia back to the orphanage.

"Everybody ready?

"Yes!"

And I lay my blade, and behold all that are ready for the trombes. Looks like we're ready. And Lutz snorted, and I took in my hand the fruit of Tau, which was growing halfway with the magic of Dilk, which Gil had.

I can see the magic in me being sucked out and flowing.

And I gazed upon the fruit of Tau, which was growing in seed. As the seed spills more, the skin becomes harder and harder, and when the seed is full, it begins to heat up.

"I'm going!

I threw it properly in the dirt area. The next moment when the seed splashes, I am held up by a gray cleric, and I am moved backwards.

Observing everyone's struggle in the rear, I found that I was more used to it than last year and that there was no more waste in everyone's movements.

Pick it up during the star festival, trombe all the four tau fruits that were left on the soil of the workshop, and prune it. The cage I was preparing was full.

I grin, looking around at the children whose cheeks are trendy in achievement.

"Now make paper with this, will you? Stay delicious and warm this winter."

"Yes!"

Leaving Gil and Lutz behind, I retrieved Darmuel wandering around like a dog whose place was uncertain in the workshop and returned to the director's office in the orphanage.

"Thank you for waiting. Let's go back to your room."

Returning to the temple chief's office, I quickly asked Rosina if she could paint a picture of the chief cleric.

"I guess you haven't seen Vilma. The Chief Cleric's painting is relatively easy. Because you look so easy to draw."

Dull and laughing, Rosina painted me a picture of Sarah and the clergyman with a pen. Very good. It briefly depicts the clergyman and the side from the front, but at a glance I can tell he's the clergyman. It can't fit in with the word "preference."

"Shh, it's amazing!

Monica shines her scorched tea eyes and sees them in Rosina's paintings.

"Monica, get this to Vilma. I'm going to use this as a basis to get Burma to paint a picture of the Chief Cleric."

"Yes!"

Monica leaves the room, holding Rosina's written sketch in her chest. At the same time, Fran, who had gone to hear the clergyman's plans, came back.

"Dear Rosemaine,"

"Fran, how's the chief cleric's appointment?

"He said it was a sudden visitor."

... keep the book in your possession and call, visitor. Heh.

I meet Rutz, get a bookboard, and the black emotions that were a little scattered come back to me.

"So I wanted you to wait while you browse through the precious books in the library. Can I help you?

"Let's go now!

The fuzzy black emotions fell out in an instant. I stand up quickly and smile at Fran.

"Fran, where is the key to your precious book?

"This way, sir."

I took Fran and his escort to the library in a bouncing foothold. What makes the Temple Chief's office so happy to be in its own room is that the library room is nearer.

I open the library with a key that I am now allowed to manage myself, and I turn back to the locked bookcase containing the precious book.

Face-to-face with precious books you have never seen before. What the hell kind of books are included as precious books? Just thinking about it makes my chest squeal token. I inserted the key, leaping my chest into moments and tensions.

Makes a noise and the bookcase opens.

There was a large line of books decorated with five books.

"Fran, you can have one today. Bring it to your browser."

It is difficult for me to carry a large book about 60 cm high. I let my eyes shine, and I asked Fran to carry me to my browsing desk.

"... Dear Rosemayne, this does not seem to be a book"

"Huh?"

It wasn't technically a book that was lined up in a locked bookcase. It was a box that imitated the shape of a book, and it was packed with a lot of letters.

I will take one folded letter in my hand. It's a parchment letter, unlike the botanical paper we make.

If I opened it with Casali, it was a letter without the sender's name on it.

"Is this... 'Love Letter'!? Fran, is this something I can read?

"Lord Rosemayne is the temple chief, so it seems that after first glancing at him, he must report to the clergyman"

The fact that it was hidden here may mean that it is the Temple Chief's secret opponent. There are quite a few hidden letters. What should I do? I'm getting so excited.

"Okay, I'll take a quick look"

It was such an old letter that I turned over on my knees that I began to read it from the bottom.

Unnamed girlfriend who is sending a letter to the temple chief is apparently a good place lady and has always been raised as a trail daughter. However, given the birth of a distant brother of the year and the high magic of the child, the trace seems to have been decided upon by the young brother. Her reluctance was spelled out, completely denied her self-esteem and her efforts to date.

By her father, who feared that there would always be a dispute when she had a brother to resent, she was to be daughter-in-law to another realm. My father and mother were obsessed with my brother, and it said, "You're the only one I can count on".

... I think you're wrong about your unnamed girlfriend, your girlfriend, the person you rely on.

He seemed to write to me frequently even after he was married. What the hell was this unnamed girlfriend like to the temple chief? I think he was an important person because he hid the letter so much that he took care of it. A cleric can't get married, and is he the one who was secretly making you think?

... I thought he was an asshole, greedy colored grandfather, but maybe some parts of him actually loved him purely.

As I read the letters one after the other, Monica came to the library looking for me. Fran slaps me on the shoulder and puts my face up hah.

"Dear Rosemaine, Vilma has asked for you"

"What could it be?

"He wants to look directly at the Chief Cleric and paint it"

I changed my opinion 180 degrees earlier. Though I am very pleased with the progress that Vilma has made in trying to come to my room, I cannot help but admit that I am willing to come out with a sketch of the Chief Cleric.

"... well, fine. Shall I pick up Vilma? After this, the chief cleric is here. Fran, Monica and I are going to the orphanage, so get ready to go back to your room and welcome the Chief Cleric."

When I picked up Vilma at the orphanage, Vilma laughed embarrassingly, "I'm sorry."

"I saw Rosina's sketch, and I was surprised. I've never seen anyone so perfectly placed."

"Perfect placement, is it?

"Yeah, in painting, he's an amazingly neat face. Dear Christine, I think he wanted to put it on his side as a creative object, as an admirer. Doesn't Master Rosemaine think so?

Apparently, the chief cleric is so beautiful by the standards here that Vilma wants to model the painting and Christine, who was an art witch, wants to put it on her side.... Hmm, I don't know.

"Sure, I think the Chief Cleric has a neat face. But it's basically a faceless, chilling atmosphere. Sometimes it seems to me that the sculpture is moving. One way or another, I feel that Fran, who has become a little more expressive since becoming my sideline, is a refreshing, serene, transparent, living aesthetic"

I think Fran was probably a cute type of boy when he was little, like a girl. Because I feel disappointed, I don't usually feel it, but sometimes my face looks young when I'm surprised or laughing.

"Dear Rosemaine, that's too much praise for Fran"

"Really? Although the chief cleric does have a neat face, I think it's an individual sensibility which he prefers.... but our side service is absolutely cooler and cuter than the side service of the clergyman. That's all I'll never give in."

"Well..."

Brigitte nodded sneeringly as she looked down at Vilma and Monica laughing with Couscous.... silent endorser, discovery. I think I fit in with Brigitte.

"Welcome back, Master Rosemaine"

Back in the room, Rosina, with a slight expression of groaning excitement on her face, was waiting with a fesh peel.

And in the room, the clergyman has the same fesh peel. Fran had tables and writing utensils ready near the chair where the clergyman would sit so that the clergyman could write the score.

"Rosemaine, I'm sorry to keep you waiting for your surprise."

"No, I was reading some very interesting stuff, so it's not a problem at all. Once you've read it all, you can lend it to the Chief Cleric."

As I asked Fran to prepare the paper, pen and ink even before Vilma, and I smiled and replied, "Well," the chief cleric laughed small.

"Well, shall I offer you a song"

The chief cleric sets up a fesh peel. I conceived what I would sing as I watched Vilma sideways start running pens on paper.

What would the Chief Cleric find interesting with a bounce?

... the chief cleric lacks kindness and love. You should be friends with love, courage.

I chose a famous animated song and sang it in the humming.

When I sing a little, the Chief Cleric gently raises his hand and stops. He then plays the Lord's Melody so that the Chief Cleric flows, adding an arrangement.

Rosina, who was looking at it with a nod, softly raised her hand.

"What's wrong, Rosina?

"Um, Chief Cleric. What do you think of playing like this?

When Rosina adds her own arrangement and plays it, she adds something to the score, stroking her jaw as the chief cleric was impressed.

"If it's going to be a concerto, this one's good too."

After that, Rosina and the clergyman finish the song with a lively exchange of views. Too advanced, I have no idea what's going on.

Only Vilma, the two side servants and escorts who are watching the two with admiration, is running a pen on paper with serious eyes.

"By the way, what the hell kind of song is this on?

My heart jumped on the chief cleric's question.

"... uh... I want to know your happiness, or I don't want to end up not knowing, or I need love and courage, or... that's what it feels like"

"Hmm, a song begging for love"

... No! Not at all!

Suppress what is likely to blow out, and I will keep a flat look. Lady, it's the fruit of education. Who would have imagined that a popular song would become a love song for your child?

While Rosina and the Chief Cleric discuss what lyrics fit the song, they decide. I've already finished something completely different from the original song.

"Let's do this."

That's what the chief cleric said. Throughout a song, he plays and talks. Pin and a bright and serene tune begin to flow, and in the low and well-sounding voice of the clergyman, a song of love is spoken from Aeviliebe, the God of Life, dedicated to Gedurleech, the goddess of earth.

It's a song based on myth, but it's a love song, because AVILLIBE, the god of life in love at first sight, dictates Gedurleech, the goddess of earth, "I want to know your happiness".

The Chief Cleric's beauty seems to twitch into his ears, and even though the original song is the original song, he has goosebumps all over his body.

I never thought that when it was, if the chief cleric sang a love song, it would not be unfettered for a girl, but it proved it.

Forgetting that Vilma runs the pen, he stares lightly at the chief cleric. Rosina was in favor of the chief clergyman from the start because of the object of being able to understand music, but she had a totally nagging face.

Monica and Nicola are dyeing their cheeks, and Brigitte is still looking at the Cleric Chief with a surprised face.

The women aren't the only ones looking at the clergyman as impressed. Fran and Dermuel also look at the Chief Cleric as touched.

... Isn't the chief priest's fesh peel concert, possibly, very dangerous?

Having seen the portrait of a beautiful clergyman with Burma's brain filters, I'm getting so worried about whether it's really okay to hold a concert.