Ascendance of a Bookworm

Upon arrival at the castle's magic training ground, the two Darmuel and Brigitte are told to train on the other side, and I turn to the chief cleric. It's the beginning of the magic training.

"Now, as a last review, try to change the size. Be careful not to imagine it breaking."

"Yes."

And I took the magic stone out of the ornament, and held it by my hand, lest it should fall. Rather than balloons, I change size while thinking of something as sturdy as a ball of boring. Soon a passing voice came down saying "okay".

"Next, practice fixing shapes. If I let the magic flow down to the size I had in mind, I would stop there. It's not going to be that hard for you just to stop the magic at your will."

Even in his service to the Divine Artifact, he shed magic or stopped it at his will, so, as the Chief Cleric put it, it was not that difficult. "Fine," said the chief cleric, where the size could be freely changed from ping-pong balls to large ball rolling balls.

"Now we go into shape-shifting training"

Try to triangulate the round demon stone, try to make it a rectangle, try to make it loose like a onion, try to shape it into a book, try to shape it into a pen, change the shape of the demon stone.

At first it took me a while to make one shape, but when I got used to it, I was able to quickly change shape to what I imagined with my head.

"You're really quick to remember," the chief cleric praises, with a voice mixed with admiration and fright. Unusual.

"Rosemaine, this is the last time. Imagine an animal you can ride without thinking about it."

Said to be an animal ride, the most I could think of was an animal plaything in an amusement park or something. When you add a hundred yen balls, a toy that moves for about three minutes.

"When the shape is fixed, cut and fix the magic... what is this?

"Uh, that's a 'panda' ride,"

Pretty small for one person. Rather than an amusement park ride, it became more like a toy with a baby running across it and on its feet. It's too tiny.

You failed yourself, too, I thought, and the chief cleric looked down at the panda ride with a really frigid eye.

"Does this fly in the sky?

"... hey, I think it's hard"

"Hey, can it look like it's not?

"Even if I remember better, it's insane," shrugged the clergyman who held his temples. I made an animal ride like I was told, but I'm not convinced they call me insane.

"Okay. I'll make it a little bigger so it looks like a proper ride next time"

"No, let's shape it over size. Can you make this lion?

The chief cleric then just stroked the demon stone and let out his horseman. I get a sigh of relief at the sophisticated behavior I know because I tried it myself. By the time you get to this level, you'll need a lot of practice.

"The Aerenfest crest is a lion, and the lord is on a lion with three heads. The Lord's Son basically uses a lion. Of course, it's not compulsory..."

It's about Zilvester, so I was wondering if he was riding a lion like Cerberus from the elementary boys' thought circuit that likes to mess up. Did Zilvester's Horsebeast mean that?

It seems that I, the adoptive daughter of the lord, am also allowed to use lions.

"Copy that. You're a lion."

The riding beast the sheriff rides on is too real and scary, so the riding beast he rides on wants to be a pretty lion.

When I nodded one thought of a lion that I was likely to ride, I poured magic into the Demon Stone.

"... you have a devastating aesthetic sensation. Why would it be such an odd thing to get a lion out!?

"Huh? Is it odd? I think it's pretty cute, though?

I made it a lion's ride, as I was told, but it doesn't seem to work with the deformed.

In the form of a lion, it grew in size and became a proper amusement park vehicle size.

"Can you ride?

"I'll take a ride. Come on."

Ride, not the reins, good enough to try and grip the handle sticking out on your back, but even on it doesn't work the way you thought.... No. It only works as I thought. My lion just moves his leg with a dick and moves in the first place.

Flying in the sky with my horseman clearly thought of amusement park toys was a groundbreaking story.

But this was troublesome. Honestly, when I think of it as a flying vehicle in me, animals don't know the detailed and precise image. I don't feel like I can fly at all.

"A lion that I could ride and fly in the sky bah..."

It's not a cat, it's a lion, but I tried to make it bus shaped. If it's the image of that footage that was running a little over the wire, I feel like the sky can fly, too. It looks fast, and it's going to run around the sky.

What I could actually do was a lion bus like how strong the image of a cat's bus was or just putting a shampoo hat on the cat, but, well, fine.

"What, this?

"As you can see, it's a 'lion bus'"

Standing forward, as I imagined, the window opens its mouth wide and becomes the entrance. It was really interesting to move as I thought, and I boarded with joy and courage.

When I get in, there's a handle, and there's a driver's seat. Maybe this area is an image of a car. Reino era is fine if done because he also had a driver's license, only around the driver's seat compared to his appearance. By the way, all I can drive is an AT car.

There are seats for proper seating, and seatbelts for safety. If this happens, you won't have to worry about falling, or getting cold.

"It's a waste of magic. Make it smaller."

To the voice of the chief priest I hear from the outside, I will only try to change the size. A microbus size lion bus became the size of a single car. The appearance is unchanged and the lion is on.

"Rosemaine, a lot weird shape, but is that something that moves?

"I'll try"

And I sat in the driver's seat, and when I fastened my seat belt, I grabbed the handle, and magically cast it one by one, and stepped on the accelerator. Lion's leg moves.

"Wow! It worked!

Running through the magic training ground in a tenuous motion, like running in a classroom, he tilted the steering wheel, thinking, "Fly." The lion's face is pointed upwards and the altitude rises slightly with his body pressed against the seat, as it did when the plane took off.

"Wow! I flew!

My lion bus seemed to be able to run up the sky properly at the angle of the steering wheel and up to near the ceiling of the magic training ground.

"What do you say, Master Ferdinand? Doesn't that sound good?

When I stepped out of the lion bus and stretched my chest, hehe, the chief cleric turned into an indescribably sinister face.

"Are you seriously gonna get on with something like that?

"Yes!"

When I ride alone, I get smaller, and with magic, I can get bigger. Free and easy for one person to microbus size. Besides, it's safe not to worry about falling.

I think my lion is more high-performance and cute than a priestly lion with a real, scary face.

"Then turn that animal into something else. I want you to stop using crested lions for such bizarre things."

"Huh? Even though she's cute?

When I saw the lion bus, the clergyman also turned his gaze towards the lion bus with a tight wrinkle between his eyebrows and criticized it completely.

"Not beautiful"

"Really? … then, because of this, let's try to be cuter"

"So I'm saying I don't need your cuteness with a crazy aesthetic sensation"

It's a terrible thing to say just a little different taste. When I was told that much, I wanted to make him even cuter.

"... what is this? Is that a warcraft? It's like a big Grune. At any rate, make it Schmir. It's still easier to accept around."

"What is Schmir? I've never seen it, but I can't. Besides, it's not Grune, it's 'Lesser Panda'. Don't you think this adorable face and bumpy tail is adorable?

"I don't think at all"

Apparently, there's a warcraft here that resembles a lesser panda, but I don't want it to go along with something that looks scary like that.

My protest did not go unwillingly, and the clergyman, who had looked at the Lesser Bus as a cursor, pointed to his tail with a pip.

"Such tails are just out of the way. Make it at least half a length long."

"I don't like it! Lesser, cut your tail, don't say that's terrible!

"It's a waste of magic. It doesn't have to be there."

As a result of some stirring, the tail length was allowed to be about half the length, but as my riding beast, the car type did not give way and was determined by a lesser bus.

"Then we will return to the temple as soon as possible."

After practicing indoors, he will return with a horseman to the temple. If you fall, it's dangerous, so you're going through the aristocracy on a low-altitude flight.

"Rosemaine, then it's too late"

"Yes!... ugh!?

If you step in the accelerator with much more magic, ghoul! and sped up. When I rushed off my foot from the accelerator, the magic seemed to have stopped and a sudden brake was applied.

"Yikes!?

It's powered by magic, so it can't be exactly the same as driving a car, which is surprisingly difficult to regulate magic.

A little bit of magic, I arrived at the temple before I could run steadily at a certain speed.

To prevent the Lesser Bus from bothering the surroundings, and to put up a shiny stamp of tact to keep ourselves out of it, the two escorts who were following us at a slight distance turn off the stamp and their own horseman as if they were horrified.

"You have a lot of magic. Fine regulation will be tough until you get used to it on the horseback, but you just have to get used to it. so that by the harvest festival we can practice freely."

"... Yes"

When I sighed at what didn't go very well, the clergyman gently coughed.

"Cohon! I learned faster than I expected. You'll have a few days to read."

"Is it true!?

From then on, he lived his daily life practicing horseback, organizing his library room, getting Rosina to practice fesh peel, and prayer complaints for summer mitzvahs and fall baptisms.

Occasionally, the Ordnants fly in and have luncheons in the name of concert meetings.

Mother, the general director of the concert, Brother Eckhardt as head of security for the concert, and Brother Cornelius, who, because he is my escort, goes in and out at lunch.

Your father is eating food with his lord at the castle, so he's eating food from Hugo, but he says another cook makes meals from the Knight's Dorm.

Brother Lamprecht also came to the temple when it was his day off and started eating lunch and sweets.

If the chef's culinary training doesn't finish soon, I can't rest my side of the service. Watching Nicolas nervous about his nobility against him is a little pathetic.

On the evening, when the concert of the chief cleric was five days away, Gill shone his face and jumped into the library as he was organizing materials while making an inventory in the library.

"Dear Rosemaine, Zach's wax pulling machine is complete. Come and see."

When I stopped working on the inventory and cleaned it up quickly, I went straight to the workshop with Gil and Darmuel.

Tell the gray cleric to keep working, and I will peek into the machine and speak to Lutz and Zach, who are talking.

"Good day, Zach. I heard you had a wax pulling machine."

"This is it."

On the workbench was a machine the size of which an adult could hold with both hands.

Lutz is already ready to melt the wax. Trombe paper was also prepared beside it. I peered into the machine too, admiring once again the awesomeness of Marc's education.

"Dear Rosemaine, please be careful not to touch your hands because you are already burning up and hot.... melting wax here. This is how they move this part and pull the wax."

When Lutz looks up and gives his thanks to the nobility, he explains the machine in a stupid polite tone. You look seriously rotten, but I think you're absolutely amused.

"Now cut the original paper to the size of my bookboard and try to pull the wax"

Lutz and Gill split up and started cutting the trombe paper to about size A6.

Until I am ready, I move to Johann, who is working silently a little further away.

It looks big and complicated compared to Zack's machine. But I found myself finishing up to what Zach had previously seen in his blueprints. I think Johann's technology is still the best if I let him make things as they appear in the blueprints.

"How's Johan's machine?

"Oh, Master Rosemaine. Not yet...... it will take a few more days. But I think you can do something nice to meet Master Rosemaine's expectations. Zack's design is amazing."

Saying so with a feverish eye, Johann assembles the parts he has seriously brought in.

And it came to pass that Johann was utterly admired, so that he might not be disturbed, that I departed immediately.

"Dear Rosemaine, we are ready"

Pinch the paper on the roller, turn the roller directly with your hand, not the handle, and pull the wax on the paper. The center is made of wood, so even if the metal roller has a heated wax, the part you hold won't get hot.

"If the size of the paper in this workshop, I think that's enough"

I took a quick look at the wax pulling machine Johann was making, and Zach said so.

I guess Zach's wax pulling machine, which he will turn with his own hands, will be too heavy to turn if it gets too big. But Zach is right, so far I'm dealing with making it a picture book in this workshop because it's unified on paper about size A4, so Rowe's original paper doesn't need to be that big either.

"Now let's try one wax after another that Lutz and Gill have made for us to find the best formula"

The small-eyed machine also has a small roller, so you can pull wax without having to dissolve so many waxes.

To the wax that Gil and Lutz have made for me by today, the number is shaken and ready. There are three types of waxes that change the amount of pine fat to be mixed in three stages. In total, there were nine types.

"Yo..."

I guess I've already tried it several times. Rutz and Zach moved the machine with a familiar hand and pulled the wax. When I can do two pieces, I will clear the wax and prepare a new wax.

Waxed Lowe original paper was offered before me. It's my job to finally check what I can and judge.

Gil prepared me a sleigh and an iron pen before me. I'm going to gallivate the raw paper I could do.

"This is going to work for once.... You can't do this. It's hard to sharpen.... Not this either. Looks like I got a little crack in it.... This sounds good.

Again, the thickness of the wax seems to be even when applied pinched with a roller, and it looks beautiful. And adding pine fat seemed to increase flexibility, and even when cut into gallows, there was something that didn't crack in the raw paper. Among other things, I decide to have the easiest thing to use.

"Okay, Lutz. Try to make wax with this appropriation.... create about 20 raw Row papers the same size as your picture book. Tomorrow we'll call Vilma and have her cut Galli. Print pictures with Gali edition printing"

"Yes, sir."

Leaving Rutz and Gill to follow, I looked up at Zach and laughed nicely.

"Zach, I recognize you as Gutenberg. Let's expand our printing industry together."

"Ha, ha!

Zach brightened his complexion and knelt on the spot. Right after that, I tilt my neck. And my grey eyes looked at me as a kyoton.

"... Um, Master Rosemaine. Who's everybody?

"Of course, my fellow Gutenbergs. Johann and Zach from the blacksmith workshop, Heidi and Joseph from the ink workshop, Ingo from the woodworking workshop, Benno and Lutz from the Gilberta Chamber of Commerce. So is Marc. And everyone in this Rosemaine workshop is a Gutenberg associate involved in the printing industry."

Zach glanced at Johann a little. "I knew you couldn't escape..." Johann sighs. Zach compared me to Johan as he panicked.

"Hey, give me a minute. Huh? Isn't that a title!?

"That's the title I gave you, isn't it? Zach can name Gutenberg from now on."

There's no way we're letting good people get away with this. I'm the patron. When I say that to Zach, who is confused, I return to my room. Lutz's laughing voice behind his back and Gil's "I'm Gutenberg too!" I heard a voice delighted innocently.

...... yeah. Good luck, everyone.

And ask Monica to go to the orphanage and tell Vilma what she plans to do tomorrow.

After I cut the galli, I finally printed the galli version. I wrote down the steps and precautions for the cutting of the gully on the wood plaque, and prepared it for tomorrow.

"Good morning, Master Rosemaine"

Vilma said the orphanage dining room table was easier to work on than the workshop workbench, so yasles and iron pens were brought into the dining room in the morning.

"Place the raw Rowe paper over the bottom painting and gently peel it with an iron pen. If it's lighter, there should be a white line."

I will explain to Burma how to use it as Rutz reads out my written notes of caution.

Once you've copied the lower painting onto the raw paper, the next step is to put it on the razor and scrape the raw paper. Yasuri attaches to a wooden frame, stabbing a thin nail to fasten the wooden frame and the original paper. The Reino period was fastened with tape, but there was no tape, so it took this form.

"Okay, let me do it"

When Vilma takes the iron pen with her nervous face, she glances at the bottom painting. He then fixed it on the yasle and began to sharpen it with an iron pen.

"This is the part that turns black when this white part prints. There are also several types of iron pens available in thickness, so please use them separately."

"Yes."

It's a painting of the chief cleric sitting down and playing fesh peel. It is drawn from above the knee because the instrument is about to enter, but unlike the cut picture, which was a full body diagram, it looks large. And it is drawn in considerable detail to the face with delicate lines.

The crisp and raw paper scraping sounds even. At first, the grey clerics looked interesting, but gradually returned to work in the workshop. The kids go to the workshop, watch Burma's work, and so on.

"Lutz, make sure you're ready for printing."

"Yes, sir."

When I spoke to Lutz almost at the finish, Lutz nodded lightly and headed to the workshop.

"How about this, Master Rosemaine"

face up as Vilma was satisfied. There was a beautiful painting on its hands with a thickness and density of lines.

"I think it's going to be great. Let's go, Vilma."

"Yes, Master Rosemaine"

The workshop was ready for printing and everyone was waiting for Burma's edition of the paper.

Rutz starts printing with the ink on the roller, placing the paper and the paper in a motion he's used to.

"The line is thin, please carefully ink it"

"I understand."

Zazzled and inked rollers roll over the net. Gently off the frame, there was a beautifully printed painting there.

"It's a success, Master Rosemaine."

I felt that my chest could be tightened much tighter for the completion of the Gali edition printing. Now the method of expression spreads all at once. Instead of just illustration, the score, which was difficult to cut the edition paper with a cutter, should also be easy to print.

Lutz lifted the painting, which had been printed in a flickering manner, and ni laughed.

"Well, Master Rosemaine. I used a lot of expensive paper by the time it was done, is it going to be profitable?

This beautiful illustration should definitely make a fortune.

I also looked around Lutz, and everyone in the workshop, and raised the edge of my lips.

"Yeah, sure. We will meet everyone's expectations."