Ascendance of a Bookworm

"Gil, Lutz, please print this on the back of the program"

The next day I met Touri, my heart felt filled, but the loneliness became stronger, and I was snuggling onto Lutz in the hidden room.

Gil and Darmuel are here. I will make a request to the Workshop by giving me the paper that Vilma has made for me.

"How many copies are you going to print?

"Um, I'm going to have 30 seats ready for the appointment...... 90 parts per person with a view to purchasing ornamental and preservation and preaching?

"Huh!? That's too much for anything!?

Lutz raised his bare voice and looked down at me. Too many, Rutz says, but I think it's okay to print some more. It's just a hunch.

"Lowe, if you don't finish the original paper, this will be the only printed material you'll ever put out for the concert, and you think you'll ever sell it."

"Do you have a basis? If it wasn't, it'd just be a waste, wouldn't it?

Lutz glanced at me with the eyes of a merchant who had become very similar to Benno, saying that he would not allow himself to waste money. While I rely on Lutz, who is growing well as a merchant, I show my basis.

"The enthusiasm of the Vilmas is the basis. I think people who couldn't come to the concert will want it later, and even if it stays somewhat, it means the first print I made in convex printing, and then... in a few decades or so, the price and value should be up with Baburn, so it's okay"

"What's a few decades from now!? You're not grounded at all!

In me, it's well founded, but apparently Lutz couldn't understand it. Still, have them make it by pushing it off in 90 parts.

"90 parts or 100 parts thoughtfully. Either way, please."

"Why so many!?

Come on! He pissed me off, but personally, I think it's even less than 100 copies. Seeing me unwilling to give in at all, Gil slapped Lutz on the shoulder.

"Lutz, it's no use trying to convince Master Rosemayne right now."

"I know. I'm just saying."

It's Darmuel's day off, so I can't go into the orphanage's stash room or into the workshop. For this reason I was taking Fran and Brigitte to the Cleric Chief's room to help you with your work.

Precisely because I almost entrust my duties as head of the temple to the clergy, I am only doing a little work that I would otherwise have to do myself.

"... somehow, you spent a lot less between spring and summer. My income is a little lower."

"The temple chief has taken over."

Although the Chief Cleric gave his reasons as a matter of course, would it be something that would change so much just because the Temple Chief was replaced?

"... What the hell was that temple chief spending money on?

"You're the one who couldn't tell the difference between the temple's gold and his own. I don't know everything about being sneaked in without a report."

When the clergyman answered that, he glanced lightly at his shoulder. It also seems that the Chief Cleric has come to manage the temple's money for the last two years or so. When he took over from his predecessor heading to the center, he said he was dazed by too much strain.

There will be a difference between a blue cleric who grew up in a temple and has somehow done everything appropriately, and a chief cleric who learns in the House of Lords and does one arm of a lord, a cloud mud for many things.

"... that's tough"

"The budget relationship between you and the Temple Commander is meant to be clearer and clearer."

Ordnants jumped in through the window when the chief cleric said so. He trembles with rust and feathers, and circles the room, he descends onto the chief cleric's desk.

"Dear Ferdinand, this is Lamprecht. I'm so sorry, but I'd like to ask you to meet Rosemayne. I'd like to say a few words about Mr. Wilfried."

When told three times in the voice of Brother Lamprecht, Ordnants returned to the Demon Stone from the appearance of a bird.

Interaction between nobles uses this Ordonanz. If you start going to the House of Lords, it seems like an easy one to use in less than a year.

But since I have left my parents before entering the House of Lords, the communication is to take place through the Chief Cleric, who is an asylum.

"Rosemaine, when can I see you?

Speaking of which, Vilfleet said it was "sloppy" before returning to the temple. Is it a story about that? Nothing else comes to mind.

As far as I'm concerned, it's troublesome for the aristocracy to say anything at any time, but now please. I always get a reply about three days ago when I send a request for a visit to the chief cleric.

"... well, would it be appropriate in about three days"

"Right. Now, talk to this."

When the chief cleric takes out the stamp and lightly taps the demon stone, saying "Ordonanz," the demon stone crooks and turns into a bird.

Towards the bird I spoke. I get a little nervous when I seem to leave a voice on my voicemail.

"Brother Lamprecht, this is Rosemaine. We'll be waiting for you in three afternoons."

I asked the Cleric Chief to fly the Ordnants, and I thought, OK, then the Ordnants came right back.

"Please discuss it before noon. Then I want to have lunch with my little sister, whom I rarely see, and talk to. My mother wants to have lunch with me."

The returning Ordnants have specified the time as they panicked. The Wilfried story is an excuse, and the true purpose is like lunch.

"For the most part, Calstead and Cornelius must have boasted"

Lift the edge of your lips so the chief cleric can be amused.

Your mother is eating Ella's treats, but she hasn't eaten any meals, and Brother Lamprecht hasn't eaten either. The chef is still in the castle, too, and I just remember the recipe for Hugo. As a place to be eaten, you must have chosen my place with Ella, the exclusive cook.

"I'll have the same menu that your father and brother ate."

If I responded that way, I would have received a response with a voice that was seemingly shy, like "Oh, please," appeased.

And the day of the visit.

Because of the mother's coming, I had some programs that I had just been able to print on both sides in an attempt to get the program done as well, and then I picked out a few paintings that Vilma had painted and prepared them for the room.

Ella and Nicola are doing their best for lunch. Some men have also been teaching cooking to personnel heading to the new orphanage for some time now. I'm relieved that I can do my best work.

"Hey, Rosemaine. You look good. I'm sorry I said I couldn't. I was worried you weren't sick."

Fran, who was picking me up at the aristocratic gate, guided my mother and Brother Lamprecht.

Brother Lamprecht enters with a bright smile full of anticipation for lunch. The room is also waiting for the Chief Cleric, guardian in the temple, so the mother smiles fully from the beginning.

"I'm glad you look good, Rosemaine. Thanks to Lord Ferdinand for taking a good look."

Then, after a lengthy exchange of greetings, I recommend a seat to the two of them and ask Fran to prepare the tea. With Nicola's nervous face, she brought a plate with tea treats and gently placed it on the table.

Before Brother Lamprecht, who is about to embark upon himself, I will softly offer him a plate, and I will eat and show him one.

"This is a treat called Languedosha. It's light on the palate, but be careful not to eat too much because it's before lunch"

When I had finished my poisoning, my brother immediately reached out to Languedosha. I'm about to blow up with the exact same look on my face as Brother Cornelius, who put the treat in front of me.

Brother Lamprecht ate one when he shrugged and looked lightly.

"Was Cornelius eating this"

"No, this was my first time serving it to a customer today, so I haven't even had Brother Cornelius yet"

"Right..."

Brother Lamprecht, immersed in a sense of superiority, is asked by the clergyman who drank the tea. I'm talking about today's excuse.

"Lamprecht, what the hell are you talking about, Wilfried?

Brother Lamprecht, who nodded slowly, explained it in aristocratic, roundabout terms. The Chief Cleric snorts and listens, but I have no idea.

"I'm sorry, Brother Lamprecht. It's too difficult for me to understand."

"Er..."

Brother Lamprecht lowers his brow as troubled as to how to explain it. I turned my gaze to the Chief Cleric.

"Rosemaine's not studying very well."

The chief cleric taught me that from Wilfried, who likes to move his body better and thinks only about how to escape from the teacher, I was not even attached to the teacher, and I just slipped out of the castle.

"Lamprecht, don't be silly, scold Wilfried away. There's no way Rosemaine hasn't studied. In addition to my education at the Temple, I was educated at the Mansion in Calstead, so I'm in a state of waiting for Wilfried to learn the letters."

Gilvester's idea that it would be better for Wilfried, who hates losing if he had a competitor, makes it seem that as soon as Wilfried remembers the letters, I'm supposed to study history and geography with Wilfried.

"I'm good at studying all day, so I can't help but want to read the book. Please remember the letters quickly, ask Brother Wilfried"

Brother Lamprecht held his head in my answer. "They're two people you'll never understand," he said.

That would be so. There is no way I can tell between a vilfried man who wants to escape study and me who doesn't say a day and who wants to be caged in a room and read a book for days.

Because from me eating deposits of books that exist enough to be piled up, Wilfried is worse off.

"As far as study is concerned, we are also being heard by the Lords, so Master Wilfried has no choice but to swallow. If possible, though I would like Rosemaine to study with me once and show me the historical difference..."

"I don't have time for that."

The chief clergyman slashed away the words of Brother Lamprecht, who asked me to cooperate.

"Rosemaine has a lot to give priority to. Collection of materials for special training in witchcraft, duties as temple chief, management of orphanages and workshops. Besides, it's physical control. The thing about Vilfleet will be what Vilfleet himself and his surroundings think. It's not Rosemaine's job. It's their job."

As a guardian, Brother Lamprecht pampered his mouth with the words of the clergyman who was managing my life.

"Isn't that too busy? That's not what kids do after the baptism ceremony..."

"So I'm saying. Don't add any more extra work here."

Again, when I can state what I have to do, it feels pretty busy. But I feel like I'm moving as the Cleric Chief tells me, and I'm forbidden to work on my own, so I often throw round the perimeter. Unlike when you're in a castle, I'm not in a very busy mood because I have Fran who can manage my health while I'm in the temple, and I never fall.

"In Rosemaine's case, if you just get the knowledge, you know you can study on your own if you just pile a book in front of you, so you can study with one hassle."

"Yeah!? Take plenty of time to read."

My protest was blown away by one of the Cleric's snorts. They don't seem to consider it.

"Besides studying, it seems that all Rosemaine is sloppy talking to her own father during meals"

Time for a meal at the castle talks about the behavior of the day, but Vilfleet, who often escapes or escapes, often ends up with novels from his mother accounting for the bulk of the conversation and his father saying nothing in particular.

Maybe Zilvester, who has done the same thing, can't preach to his son, or encourage him to do more, so he can't do anything but shut up. It's easy to imagine.

"In my case, it's a business report, so we'll have a conversation. Why don't you let Brother Wilfried do something for you, too?

If you're a kid in Lower Town, your apprenticeship job should be starting. I wonder if we can be somewhat responsible if we try to entrust ourselves with an easy job.

"... and it's not too late? If you are a merchant's child, you can read, write and do some calculations by the baptismal ceremony. Even our orphanage kids can... Shouldn't I teach you from a younger age instead of spoiling you because you're the son of a lord and studying after baptism?

"I can't remember teaching from a very young age, so I was surprised when Zilvester visited the orphanage."

Speaking of which, he looked so surprised when he saw the carta and the picture books. Aren't you surprised at the picture books and cartas, but at the kids who could read them during the winter months?

When you learn while playing with cartas and picture books, it's proven that you'll soon remember, but you'll need a competitor, or someone to play with.

"Side service burdens may increase, but let's get Karta ready"

"You don't even have to take care of Vilfleet. I would be telling you not to add extra work. Damn, you..."

The chief cleric looked bitter, but it would just be hard for Wilfried not to even remember to read and write letters. Then I would like to take some time to study quickly and read the book.

4 And the bell rang, and it was time for lunch, and the chief priest went back to his chamber. You should talk to your family later.

Brother Lamprecht was eating lunch with great momentum. Your mother also said, "I want the head chef back soon," so she seemed satisfied.

After lunch, I was supposed to pack up a concert story with my mother. Apparently, there aren't enough tickets at all. It seems that your mother intended to speak only to the women of her faction, but the women of another faction also expressed interest.

"Until now, I've been acting like I'm not interested in Ferdinand at all, and all of a sudden, I've turned my opinions around."

Mother is outraged, but it is only natural to stay away from the clergyman who was stared at by the Lord's Mother, given her preservation. The Chief Cleric has apparently been so far estranged from those who fear the Mother of the Lords and made less noise in honor. In other words, the absence of the lord's mother would result in the explosion of what had previously been contained.

"... how many more seats do you want?

"Well, I'm pretty sure you think most aristocratic women are coming. Maybe start over with the venue selection?

There are about three hundred aristocrats living in the aristocratic district. This is the number of those who have completed the baptism ceremony. Approximately half of them consider themselves women, about one hundred and fifty of them fall into the category. Some of them must not be interested in the Chief Cleric.

But if the higher nobles go out, it is the lower nobles who follow them. I think there are many lower aristocrats whose ticket costs will be borne.

"Mother, increase your seats by about 30 more and prepare your stand-up seats. What you have to stand and see is an excuse to refuse to buy tickets, and if you keep your stand-up seats cheap, there will be fewer junior aristocrats trying to force you to buy expensive tickets"

If you have a stand-up seat, you will be admitted to the venue, and you will first face the senior aristocrats who have recommended you. The program is sold separately, so it should also be relatively gentle on the nostalgia.

"Standing by? I never even thought about that. But tickets are definitely expensive. It would be nice if I could make you a reason to say no."

And I reported that I had decided to play a song at the concert with the chief cleric, and I asked my mother to look at the finished program. It's a cut painting, but nothing like this has ever been made before, so it's grumpy.

Program Printing Required on Book Plate. 100 more copies, and as I wrote, I told my mother,

"This program is sold separately from tickets. This sale will also be a donation."

"Yeah, let's buy it. Buying this is a donation. It's a charity. Isn't that right?

Your mother's eyes are shining. Under the pretext of charity, it is easy to imagine a mother buying and fishing for a painting by the Chief Cleric.... Father, I'm sorry.

"Nevertheless, don't think carefully about the next one"

Brother Lamprecht, an ungrown man who had had lunch but was throwing Languedosha into his mouth one after the other, blinked as impressed.

"Um, Brother Lamprecht. I would like the Knights to be placed in the venue on the same day, who can I ask? Is it your father? Or is it your adoptive father?

If there's to be more people, we need more guards.

"It's the Knights at the concert? Well, why is that?

"Because I think it's more endless to lose too much of your excitement or forget me. I think we need to get the emergency room ready."

"Wait a minute. A concert, right?

I sighed lightly when I saw my doubtful brother Lamprecht. I wouldn't have worried like this if I hadn't seen the reaction around me with the clergyman playing fesh peel, too.

That's what happened in Vilma and Rosina. Originally I think a meeher mother would be such a big deal.

"I think it's easier to show it than to say it with your mouth"

And when I took my seat, I took one illustration, which I had deposited from Burma, out of the drawer, and spread it out, and showed it.

"Sort of! What's that? Let me see it."

My stood up mother grabbed at me and came this way. The movement is graceful, but the momentum is amazing. I turned my gaze to Brother Lamprecht as I gently offered my mother the illustration.

"I think we need to mobilize the Knights."

"... let's ask Father. The emergency room will have access to a lounge near the large hall. Anything else you need?

"We would like the stage to be set up, as during the baptismal ceremony or the star knot ritual, so as to keep it away from the Ferdinand who plays"

While I was thinking of the idle concert, with some caveats and safety discussions as my brother Lamprecht, my mother was in the picture, sighing with admiration, ho, ho.

"Rosemaine, may I have this?

"Lowe, if the original paper is finished, use this as the original painting and buy the printed item the same day as we are going to give out the printed material. Lowe, if you couldn't get the original paper, I'll give it to you."

"Okay."

Mother releases her hand with regret and returns the painting. I gave away one program because my gaze couldn't get away from the painting.

"It's the printing industry that makes a lot of exactly the same things at once as this program. There are already 100 copies of the program. We're going to increase it more, so don't hesitate to promote it so we can bring your wallet on the day"

Work harder to make the concert a success.

It seems that Johann and Zach are starting to bring parts into the workshop, and the wax pulling machine is getting a little shaped. Having received a report in the concealed room, I decided to ask Rutz and Gill to make a wax before the machine could. Add just a little pine fat to give it flexibility.

"How much is just a little bit?

To Gill leaning down his neck, Rutz dropped his shoulder and exhaled.

"You change the portions a little bit, you change the type of wax, you make a bunch of different ones and you try them. Mine has been doing that all along to decide just what to allocate when making paper."

"Are you serious..."

Until now, Gil, who had just been taught how to make it, heads to the workshop with Lutz as he shows a slack face in the R&D. of the appropriations.

After I dropped them off, I read through all the Temple Chief's secret letters in the library.

It wasn't just pure love letters, but stinking letters were also packed in other boxes. There is a wide range of things that seem intimate with the nobility, exchange bribes, and request for flowers.

"I knew Viscount Gerlach was connected to the temple chief."

Most of the nobles who were made to greet me wearing the vale during the prayer ceremony seemed to have a connection with the Temple Chief. Draw up a list of people you don't want to hang out with based on letters that smell like crime.

"Sounds like you should show this to the chief cleric. Fran, do you mind if I take you?

"Yes, sir."

It may help lords and clergy in future political relations. I just wanted to keep the letter of pure love somewhat calm for you and put it back in its original bookcase.

"Chief Cleric, this is your delivery."

I asked Fran to carry a box that looked like four books, and I visited the Cleric Chief's room. The clergyman looks at the book he's brought in and makes a strange face.

"What the hell is that, like you bring it? It wouldn't be a normal book, would it?

"It was a box that I made look like a book in a bookcase that only the temple chief could open... with a lot of malice and letters in it to prove it. How about in addition to the conspiracy with your adoptive father?

When I let Fran open one of the boxes in the form of a book he carried, the clergyman frowned. Take one or two, check the sender, and have a bad grin.

"Ho, this is massive."

"I'll give you all the contents, if possible, the box. I love these things."

Pointing to a book-shaped box decorated with leather and gemstones, the clergyman sighed as if frightened and waved gently.

"This one should only have the contents. You may like the box. Transfer the contents."

"Thank you"

The clergyman's side service began to pack a letter in one crate.

You got a division of work, Chief Cleric, stop your hand, put the pen down.

"Rosemaine, don't you have plans?

"Yes. I've already heard reports from Gil and Lutz today, and I'm done giving instructions. The orphanage in the town of Hasse seems to be starting to tidy up a little bit too.... Can I help you with something?

When I offered, the chief cleric shook his head and began to clear his desk.

"No, I want to prioritize magic training over that. If we don't get the beast ready to build as soon as possible, we won't make it to the harvest festival. Let's head to the castle."

"Okay, I'm going to get dressed"

In the room I shall be allowed to change from the temple chief's clothes to those for nobility, and to wear a belt. This is what the Chief Cleric gave me. It seems to be a must for the nobility to keep the magic equipment down.

I caught a metal ornament like a bird cage with a demonic stone like a dough dyed with my magic before on my belt, just like the priests.

"Let's come, Master Rosemaine."

I will let Brigitte ride me to the magic training ground of the castle. This is the time to make my horseman.