Ascendance of a Bookworm

The next day, Lutz took me and Johann and the other came to the director's office at the orphanage. I worry if I should say male or boy because I'm my age with Johann. He has short, corn-cut, juicy hair with challenging gray eyes.

Symmetrically with him full of temper, Johann looked stunned.

Today I am in the temple chief's costume. It seems to me that my patron, who I thought was the daughter of a millionaire associated with the Gilberta Chamber of Commerce, was the tiny temple chief rumored to be in Lower Town since the Star Festival. I can't help it.

"Good morning, Master Rosemaine"

When Lutz gave his thanks to the nobility, Johann, who was blind when he saw me, also panicked and knelt.

"Good morning.... Dear Rosemaine?

As strange and helpless as the names differed, Johan tilted his neck and looked at me. I say the words as I meet.

"I'm sorry I called you in, Johann. Me, I've been appointed head of the temple on this street, so I don't feel comfortable going out anymore. From now on, we're going to have Johann give us a lift..."

"Yes, what! I'm coming! I'll take a leg. I can't believe you asked me to come to the workshop!

Honest and honest Johann seemed to assume that I was walking away as a courtesy of the Blue Witch Apprentice. As the conversation proceeded to the meeting with Benno and Lutz, I stroked down my ho.

"That would help. Rutz, who are you?

"I'm a blacksmith from a different workshop from Johann, and my name is Zach. He wants the support of Lord Rosemaine."

I heard in more detail that Johann's metal typeface was the most appreciated and Zach was the next point in the new adult assignment at the Blacksmith Association.

And Johann got the title "Gutenberg" from its only patron. Beginning with Johann's parents, the title was a strong color teasing Johann in the workshop, but if you go outside, he says the title is a pretty honorable thing.

"Until the exam started, it was strange that Johann, who didn't have a patron and didn't get a rating like this all of a sudden. Master Rosemaine doesn't know any other craftsmen. I think I deserve the Gutenberg title better. I want you to compare me to Johann."

"... this is how Zach really wants to be Gutenberg, so I asked Master Rosemayne, and I brought him in."

Lutz added with a slight raised brow.

Apparently, Zach is a blacksmith with confidence in his arms and a sense of rivalry for Johann. As far as I am concerned, such a motivated craftsman is most welcome if he wants to enter Gutenberg. I don't care how many craftsmen you can work with.

"First, may I show you that skill? Let's go to the workshop."

"Yes!"

Zach replied full of motivation and looked at Johann as if he had won.

Take Lutz, Fran and Darmuel, and I will go to the workshop. Gil is taking the orphans to the woods today, so he's not here. The gatekeeper remembered his face, so that he could go to the woods without Lutz or Touri anymore.

On a workbench in the corner of a gallant workshop where several people are working, I have paper and ink ready to begin explaining.

"The next thing I want you to make is a roller to make raw Row Paper"

"What is Rowe Original Paper?

As well as Zach, who does his first work on this workshop, explains the work process and what he needs as Lutz shows thinly pulled rows of original paper and iron pens and printing presses made by Johann, as Johann can see for the first time in the workshop.

"... so in order to do this Gali edition printing, I have to pull the wax thinly and evenly onto thin paper that looks transparent over here. He wants a roller for that."

"What's a roller... just like I made it before?

"No, you don't"

When I shook my head at Johann, Rutz began to explain to me, instead of me, how it worked as long as I could remember, looking at the canning paper.

"He said the Lowe pulling machine, which Master Rosemaine wants, has two metal rollers and a receptacle under the roller. The wax is placed in the receptacle, and there is a place under it to make the fire, so that the wax can be dissolved.... like this"

Lutz further explains the work process as he shows the two of us the paintings I have painted.

Turn the two rollers several times with the fire running down, heat will be transferred to both rollers and the molten wax will adhere. In the meantime, pinch the paper, turn the roller just a little, and after putting the tip of the paper out to the other side, snap the parts of both ends of the paper that are perfectly attached to the roller onto a thin tree like a yang branch.

And if you can pull both ends of the tree, one of them turns the handle at once, the other pulls the yang branch and takes the paper out of the roller. That way, the thinner the wax dries between fluttering and dancing in the air, the more you can pull the wax.

"I'm sorry I couldn't make a detailed blueprint. I don't remember clearly either."

Johann was listening with a difficult face to the painting I had painted on the plant paper and to Lutz's explanation, and Zach was listening with interest. Zach shines his eyes and asks questions as he looks at the painting.

"If I can do what Master Rosemaine told me, can I change the shape of the machine?

"Yeah, sure. Because the important thing is to pull the wax thinly and evenly"

By three days later, the two of them were to write and bring rough blueprints. On top of that, they say I decide which one to adopt.

"I'll definitely be Gutenberg."

Zach stretches his chest as his grey eyes burn so much passion that he looks silver. Johan, turned to a burning hot gaze at his rival consciousness, gently clasped his shoulders.

"... I have trouble missing patrons, so I want to do a job that Rosemayne would love to do. But I don't need a title. I'll give it to Zach. Good luck with that."

Title has nothing to do with it. It is Johann who says he wants to do a satisfactory job that Gutenberg deserves the title. I want you to expand your printing industry with that humble and honest job.

Lutz shrugged softly behind his back. "You're not being modest," he said.

In the three days leading up to Johann and Zach's blueprints being made, I decided to make a selection of songs to play in concert with the clergyman and proceed with the creation of the program. Push him into the clergyman's room and ask for your help.

"Program? What, is that?

"This is a printed material with songs to play at the concert. The purpose of the concert is to collect donations for the printing industry, so we intend to sell printed materials on the spot. On a piece of paper, I'm going to print a picture on the table and write the name of the song behind it and what kind of lyrics it is roughly."

This program is like a movie brochure. People who want it buy it and wish they could commemorate it.

The chief cleric held the temple down for a long time. Emotionally unnecessary, I'd say, but if it appeals to the printing industry, it's the kind of face that reason is complaining that it's better to have.

"... so that the programs that have been created can be shown to me first"

"Okay."

After all, let's keep the cover of the program as a full body diagram of the cut painting. Lowe, if the original paper doesn't succeed, I'll be in trouble.

"What do you do with the song? After all, do you prioritize the songs customers are used to hearing and put in one or two songs, new songs?

"No, a new song is better than the one I'm used to playing because of"

I was to play three songs based on the classics, a break between them, and two animated songs, five songs in all.

"Not at all...... Swear never to use Richarda again."

"I didn't ask Richarda for anything. Didn't the Lord Richarda just help us?"

I gave up at a time when I couldn't catch something I could offer myself. I didn't think Richarda would hold me back, and I didn't even think the Chief Cleric would take it on.

"If you, the Lord, don't stop Richarda, who will?

"I don't think there's any way I can stop Richarda, who has so much momentum that the Chief Cleric can't say no. I've read that book before I came to the temple if I can contain Richarda."

When I swelled my cheeks and protested, the chief clergyman strayed his gaze softly.

"... don't worry about that, I'll do what I took on once, even though Richarda pushed me off"

"I trust you in that respect."

Back in the room, she was playing a song arranged by Rosina with the Cleric Chief. Apparently it's really good to say that the two of us made the arrangement and made the song.

Though the atmosphere is adorable like Rosina's lovely maiden, honestly, I'm tired of hearing it. Another song, please.

"I'm going to the orphanage to discuss the program"

Lowe, for when the original paper was not finished, and in order to keep the sight of the chief cleric pointed at the program, I would ask Vilma to make a picture of the full body playing the fesh peel, with a cut picture.

When asked to do so, Vilma sparkled her bright brown eyes.

"I'll take care of it. There is the protection of the goddess of art, Cuntzier, so much so that I want to draw, I can't stop. Master Rosemayne said he wanted you to paint a picture of the chief cleric, but what kind of picture would you need?

I was invited to Vilma's room in the orphanage because there were so many paintings in the room. I leave Darmuel and Fran, men, in the dining room, and take Monica and Brigitte to the room.

"Well! Vilma! Nice!"

"This is fantastic."

The moment they entered the room, Monica and Brigitte raised their voices.

I looked around the room and opened my mouth with Pocan. There was a stack of amazingly large numbers of illustrations of the Cleric Chief in Burma's room. It's a convincing amount, even when it comes to protecting the goddess of art, Küntzier.

"It's massive."

"I can't stop thinking about what I want to draw next or next."

I am surprised by the illustration Fever of Burma, which has been distraught by the Chief Cleric. Most of the paper I gave for sketching is a painting by the chief cleric.

Besides, I can't say how much more, but it's getting beautiful. It just looks like Vilma's maiden filter is on. The Chief Cleric isn't this glittery, and he doesn't laugh.

In Vilma and I, we're supposed to be looking at the same guy, but he looks completely different.

... Sure, my expression is a little loose when I'm playing an instrument, but because I don't seem to smile so kindly.

If I were to sell it at a concert, only the Cleric Chief's illustration, but the painting playing Fesh Peel with Rosina was a beautiful man and beautiful woman and the atmosphere was amazing. Besides, there was a painting of me singing and the chief cleric playing fesh peel.... I'm sparkling about three increments, too. It feels like the sheriff's sparkle has shifted.

"In a cut painting, that's a full body statue of the chief cleric playing fesh peel. You can do it right away. … come and get it tomorrow afternoon"

I've never seen Burma so alive. I'm afraid of the clergyman who affects Burma of male disbelief so far.

I'm sure there will be a massive outbreak of women who lose their minds or lose me at the Fesh Peel concert. In addition to the emergency room, it might be better to mobilize the Knights as guards to carry women out or stop the rampage.

Vilma's phrase "ready to do it" is correct and has really finished the paper the next day. It's a full body diagram as ordered, and honestly, I think I'm working on it better than the picture book illustration.

"How about it, Master Rosemaine"

Vilma has a wrecked, sleepless face, but his eyes were full of fulfillment.

"I think you've done a great job. Show it to the chief clerk, and when you get the approval, I'll bring it to the workshop and print it."

When I showed him the cut painting of Vilma, he seemed satisfied with the beautifully crafted painting. "This would be nice," the clergyman nodded, giving me permission to print the program.

The whole body diagram of the cut painting, which was somewhat discernible as a clergyman due to the hairstyle and atmosphere, makes up the majority of satisfaction, I feel.

And it was the day Johann and Zach brought their blueprints.

I was to wait in the workshop with Dermuel and Fran because I was to have them come directly to the workshop. Behind us, the printing of the program has begun.

The illustration is the same print as before, but this is also the first printing with a metal typeface. As the gray cleric carves a wrinkle between his brows, he takes typography on the stick and typewrites it with a hand that he is not used to working hard.

"Dear Rosemayne, I have brought Lutz and the blacksmith from the Guilberta Chamber of Commerce"

"Thank you, Gil. Now, let me show you quickly."

Johan took out the wooden plaque as his shoulders seemed narrow and dropped. A machine similar to the one I was drawing, and although I wrote the things as I was told, they were not convincing to me either.

Johann's weakness was firmly demonstrated there, even if the blueprinted objects could be made perfectly, that he did not like to absorb and shape customer requests.

In contrast, Zach took out a wooden plaque with several blueprints on it, looking like he had won. In many ways, it was a blueprint with Zach's ingenuity. Well, it's a good job to have lots of patrons and be confident.

"This is amazing."

"Right. I don't have all these ideas."

There's no point in Johann being disappointed. The blueprints Zach has brought in are written to the extent feasible compared to what I have written. It's based on what Zach can do with the technology here, so compared to Johann's design, which paints my painting as it is, it seems easy to make.

"Which blueprint would Zach most confidently recommend?

"I think this would be the best performance, but if you were to make it, here it is"

"What do you think of Johan?

To my question, Johan began to compare Zach's blueprints with a serious eye. After staring at the blueprints for a while, I took the blueprints Zach said performed best.

"I think this is good"

"I can't do that! This neighborhood is so fine and hard!

Johan shook his head slowly as he peered into the blueprint. Orange hair, like a short tail, shakes as you move, put together in one behind you. Motivated and enthusiastic eyes emitted a strong light and saw Zach.

"No, I can"

"Now, both of you, each, try to make it. I plan to be able to do other things in the workshop, so I don't mind two things if I can use them. But you can't give money for things you can't use."

The battle should be decided in kind. Because there's no point in talking to each other here without the real thing.

Zach stares at Johann with his burning eyes at his rival consciousness, and Johann stares at the blueprint.

"When you have the parts, I don't mind you bringing them into the workshop and assembling them, but make sure you go through the ruts before you go into the workshop. Gil, is there somewhere we can put the machine in the workshop?

Gill pointed to a wide open spot and strained his chest.

"I cleaned it up, it's okay"

"Yes, well, thank you"

Now the story is a paragraph, I think, and Lutz took out one letter, just for a moment, with a pranky grin.

"Dear Rosemayne, I think we're done talking about the printing industry, so can we talk about this?

"Yeah, sure."

"I know you love using our hair decorations. The maker of the bamboo made a new bamboo, so we would love to offer it to Master Rosemaine. How can I help you?

Touri.

I received the letter, and I nodded heavily.

"I'll be waiting for you in the dean's office tomorrow afternoon"

"Yes, sir."

Lutz narrowed his eyes slightly and raised the edge of his lips so as to make fun of my irresistible excitement. I take Fran and Dermuel out of the workshop as I manage to try to contain my expression.

From the workshop behind me, I heard Lutz laughing out of his misery.

When I returned to my room, I read a letter with the latest developments in my family.

Looks like Camille can turn around now. And Mother can now make steady money in her hair decorating inner job, so she can take care of Camill at home without leaving Camill with Grandma Gerda to work until Camill grows somewhat. I'm so glad Camille never got to keep it with Grandma Gerda.

It said that his father was busy working as a sergeant and a gatekeeper, and that Benno and the guild chief frequently exited and left the city. "Don't use it too much," he said.

"I'm coming to see you with a new one," Tulli wrote.

I immediately wrote back. I will focus on the fact that I was made mean not to let the chief cleric read the book, that I was able to perform the star knot ritual in the aristocratic city without any problems, and that I work hard to develop printing in the temple.

Fold the letter you could write and pinch it between the picture books you were securing with the intention of giving it to Thuri. And I bundled up what I was asking Rosina to put together.

"Dear Rosemaine, it's too refreshing."

Pointed out by a bittersweet franc. A little more ladylike, I know from my head, but I can't contain the excitement of seeing you for a long time.

"Dear Rosemaine, we have taken the craftsman who makes hair decorations in our shop"

Together with the rutz that did, Thuri came in.

We are forbidden to call each other as family, although we will want to rush out and call them "Touri" and hug them, but we will almost cry for too long.

Touri is also looking at this one with a crying face. The call, whose lips moved small but did not speak, was swallowed up as it was.

"Give this to Master Rosemaine. It's a new way of knitting."

With that said, Thuri removed the rags wrapped in cloth from the tote bag that I had been using. Arranged the way I taught Lutz to use glue as a paste to make a flower core, a large wheel of flowers that allowed the petals to move.

"Very pretty...... I have always used the bamboo you make. I'll give you this one to thank you for the new tweezer. Please help your future."

It is a compilation of a second book about the family of the goddess of water and a sketch of the aristocratic costumes seen at the Baptist ceremony in the noble city. I had Rosina paint it in exchange for teaching me a new song. I think I should study Thuri's design.

"I'm afraid so."

I guess they also teach you what to say and how to behave when dealing with nobility at the Gilberta Chamber of Commerce. Touri's efforts can also be seen from the language that I know is different from Touri's.

"... I also have a baby in this orphanage. I was starting to crawl and zero that it was hard for people to take care of me. Let me tell you about the baby you know."

Touri laughed small after letting her gaze wander to think a little.

"Well, if you'd like to talk about my brother Camille.... Kamil has been staring at black and white picture books a lot lately. I'm not sure what's fun, but I often watch it quietly by myself, so my mother always spreads it on the bed and stands on the wall."

And Kamil seems to be getting to grip a little bit of the white rabbit crap I've made for you lately. She grabbed it herself and began to follow the sound with her eyes.

"... Dear Rosemaine, if I make a new one again, may I have it?

"Yeah, I'd love to. Waiting."

Exchange things, exchange words, and smile.

Touri's smile filled his heart badly as the untouchable sadness recruited him.