Ascendance of a Bookworm

I was to return to the castle the day before the concert. Because I have to have a final meeting or confirmation with the mothers, and as a confectioner, I have to put Ella in the kitchen of the castle and have her produce a large quantity of cookies.

"I'm going that day. I won't help you prepare in advance. That's what I told you."

While Fran and Gill were carrying their luggage, when I went with Monica to the Cleric Chief to greet him on his departure, the Cleric Chief frowned in disgust and said:

"It's okay. I remember you well. The Chief Cleric just needs to play the fesh peel."

Now that the carriage is loaded with beautiful illustrations of Burma's work, the chief cleric would rather not come along, honestly.

I did as much printing as I could of the painting of the chief cleric that Vilma had painted during the period up to today. 100 copies of each of the three types. Just enough to increase your willingness to buy.

It's a lie. I wanted to sell it more imprinted if I could sell it. But honestly, there wasn't enough time. If I had the time, I would have increased the variety and number, but it would be too bad.

Ella and Rosina boarded a side carriage, and me and the two escort knights boarded a carriage for nobility and set off for the castle.

"Come on, Rosemaine. We don't have time for this!

Mother and adoptive mother were waiting in the castle. They are taken to the venue before entering their room to check the performance venue.

Seats were already ready for tomorrow.

Walk through the venue where the stage is created for the clergyman to play and check the location and size of the stand-up seats. It's a gathering of ladies and wives, even though it's a stand-up seat. The chairs were arranged at equal intervals, like an entrance ceremony or a graduation ceremony, and seats were once divided between factions.

The venue had multiple doors to enter and exit, and the clergyman checked the doors to enter and exit, the doors to which the suppliers would enter and exit, and the doors to which the guests would enter and exit, and also looked around at the rooms and emergency rooms that would serve as holding rooms.

"I think we're ready as we discussed"

After the confirmation of the venue, the preparation of the magic equipment to amplify the sound, confirmation of the confectionery relationship and confirmation of the security system were carried out with each person in charge.

After much discussion, how dare I dismiss the host?

Besides the fact that no one has ever hosted a concert or anything like that, and I'm not sure, being old enough to get up on the same stage as the clergyman at the MC to have no feelings of jealousy, being the organizer of this one, and being the person collecting donations, is why.

"Speaking of which, Rosemaine. What happened to that painting?

At the end of the rough meeting, my mother asked me to get on with it. And I lift up my breasts, and say, I am done.

Let me see it.

"I'd like to see it, too."

They said they wanted to see the painting of the chief cleric, so they moved to my room.

What Lutz prepared for me to carry the illustration was a not so thick box. They usually use it to keep the paperwork used at the Gilberta Chamber of Commerce.

I lay three boxes on the table, and I open the lid.

"Sort of!

Her mother glanced and peered in, and her adoptive mother seemed surprised that there were many identical illustrations, and began to confirm that several of the paintings above were rolled (mah).

"You were listening to me, but you're actually surprised to see it. Is This Printing"

"That's right. I want a donation to build an orphanage and a workshop to run this printing business."

"In fact, if you look at it with that eye, you'll know better"

And my side service, as well as my adoptive mother's side service, mobilized to begin seller education. From the beginning, the concert program, the treats and illustrations are brought to the venue in the wagon after the Cleric's concert, and sold.

"Oh? I'd rather sell this painting first, instead of less confusion?

"No, I think it's a good idea after Master Ferdinand enters the holding room after he's finished playing. If they find it, it must be confiscated, so that's all I want to avoid."

"Forfeiture is troublesome. Rosemayne is right. Let's not let Master Ferdinand find us."

With serious eyes, the mother begins to consider where to put the seller of the painting on standby or sell it. I decided to ask my adoptive mother one concern.

"Does your adoptive father know about the concert?

"I said we were having a tea party, but I'm not telling you anything more. If you know, you'll come and scratch around funny, so it's better not to be known as much as possible. For this reason, we also have magic equipment outside the room that will not leak sound, so be careful not to divulge your story at the dinner table, too."

The adoptive mother holding Zilvester's reins laughed gracefully when she said so.

Since the anxiety has disappeared, I am relieved to work on the MC's manuscript. The appeal of the printing industry and that of the clergyman, who is graciously cooperating, will be a must. There is no more time.

Then, the next day, on the day of the concert, the people who are said to be ladies arrive at the castle one after the other.

I looked around the room facilities at the venue, waiting for the guests to arrive. I was able to confirm that the acoustic magic equipment was working fine, the service was preparing tea and sweets, and I received reports that the clergyman had come to the holding room.

There are 20 Knights, including Brother Eckhardt, standing at equal intervals around the room. Most of them have listened to the clergyman's fesh peel, and in the name of security, they look forward to hearing it in the venue.

"Well, in a wide place like this, you listen to Feshpeel play? Can you hear me?

"Take a look. I can't believe you're using so many magic tools..."

"What happened to the knights lined up in the room? Not a stand-up customer, is it?

In a deliberate venue, I rise above the stage.

I took a big breath and put the loud magic equipment I had left from my adoptive mother on my mouth like a microphone.

"Welcome to Master Ferdinand's Fesh Peel concert. Today is a concert to solicit donations to give orphans a place to live and a meal and a job. All sales of tickets you purchase will be used to create an orphanage. And we sell the program here. This sale will also be a donation, so we would be very happy to buy it as a charity."

Showing the cover of the cut painting, my mother and adoptive mother, who were in the venue as customers, took the initiative when I guided them to purchase the program. Then, the women of the adoptive mothers' faction began to follow each other and move out.

"Well, take a look. It's the exact same painting..."

"You're a very skilled painter."

I see your mother bragging about showing the program to the wife in the same seat in the seat closest to the stage. The program consists of three large silver coins.

"In this way, I called the art of making the exact same thing printing, and I'm going to give the orphans the job of doing printing. Thank you for your cooperation."

While Richarda and Otilier are selling me, your ladies will buy a variety of programs.

"Well, that's a lot kinder for an orphan. Besides orphans, I wanted you to turn to that kindness..."

"I thought a piece of paper was a lot more expensive, but this painting is wonderful. I've never seen it before."

"I've never seen you make so many of the same things."

After all, there seem to be a lot of junior aristocrats in the stand-up, and not so many people trying to buy a program. However, he seemed interested, and when one bought it, he saw multiple people swarming there.

"The tea and treats of the day that we have prepared are those that Master Ferdinand likes to enjoy. This treat is prepared separately, so if you like it, we hope you buy it after the concert."

The table seats are served with tea and sweets handed out around, making the tea party atmosphere. Looking at the program and discussing "it's just a song I don't know," admiring the art of cutting paintings, and how graceful I am, is completely different from the concert I know.

However, for those of them who only play in the aftermath of the Tea Party, this concert is the first experience in a different color.

"Now let's ask Master Ferdinand to play"

And so I went out of the hall, and leapt into the clergyman's quarters.

"Dear Ferdinand, are you ready?

"Ah."

A clergyman in a costume with long aristocratic cuffs grabs a fesh peel and stands up.

I found the clergyman who entered the venue stiff for a moment. I immediately moved out, but I hear a little whine, "What, this number of people..."

"Everyone who donated"

It's synonymous with making a donation at the time you bought the ticket, so you're not mistaken.

"Too many. Whatever it takes, it'll be weird."

"I was in the temple, and basically my mothers prepared me, so I thought this was normal for nobility"

Suddenly, I lead the clergyman to a chair placed in the center of the stage.

And the clergyman also complained to the customer, decorating words that he was worried about the current situation of the orphans, helping the orphans and helping to expand the printing industry.

The chief cleric looked disgusted for a moment, but a good nobleman, unlike me, also seems to be good at reading the air. With a sticky smile, the chief cleric looks around the venue.

"Now I would like to play Fesh Peel with thanks to everyone who has donated"

That being said, the chief cleric sat in a chair and set up a fesh peel. Though only my gaze looked at me "as I will remember later".

The light plugged brightly through the window plugged from the right side of the clergyman, and the fesh peel seemed to shine.

Once the clergyman leans down and lays his eyes down, his water-colored hair shakes sarally and casts a little shadow on his facial expression invisible.

A finger gently placed on the fesh peel made some noise to confirm the sound. Poon and his left hand make a low sound, and his right hand spins a pin and a high sound.

The clergyman, who raised his face once, looks at me. Looks like you're ready.

As I looked around the venue, the wives and ladies of the senior aristocracy, who were paying high ticket bills to secure the front row, had already looked at the clergyman with a romantic face.

"Today, Master Ferdinand has prepared a new song for you. The first song is dedicated to the god of fire, Rydenshaft."

The clergyman turned his gaze toward the instrument so that he could lean down and move his fingers loosely. If you play the string with your middle finger while supporting the neck with your left hand, the air shivers and transmits the sound. A slightly lower sound played by the left hand was added with a pin played by the right hand and a clear high sound.

At the next moment, the clergyman's usual faceless expression loosened all the time. The wrinkles between the standard eyebrows disappear and the dangers can be removed from the sharp gold eyes. To an extent I wouldn't know if I didn't look closely, but the ends of my lips rose naturally.

That alone seems to change my impression a lot, and the front row is aligned, holding my mouth, shaking.

The prominent long finger of the chief priest's verse moves smoothly to stroke the fesh peel and plays the string. The sounds of one spin after another are continuous, resounding and dissolving in the air.

The sound spinning from the clergyman's fingertips is always very beautiful and gentle to listen to. He/she can be so mean, and he/she has a black grin, but he/she sounds so gentle and soft that he/she doesn't feel that at all.

When I started playing fesh peel, I thought it would be a fuss to lead my mother from time to time, and, ladies and gentlemen, I listened quietly to her play because of her good growing up or because of her inadvertent eyes.

When the chief priest starts singing with a low sounding beauty, his whole body is attacked by the sensation of frivolity. This time it felt like a voice coming in from my ear to listen on my headphones, partly because I was making noises with magic equipment in particular.

"Ha..."

"Phew..."

I began to hear troubled sighs there.

She's always a very noisy mother, but no matter what she says, she's used to the chief cleric. Such a mother is just putting her hands on her cheeks, her eyes shining and listening in, but the young lady, who has not had a chance to come into contact with the clergyman, is reddening her face and moisturizing her eyes, holding her around her heart, covering her face with both hands to lay low on the table, paying attention to her eyes and being quiet, but she seems to be in a lot of trouble in her heart.

... I can hear my heart screaming, although it won't be the ladies' voice.

Thanks to the quiet fuss the ladies are making, because nothing happens on the surface, the knights are also turning their gaze to the chief cleric, not to the venue.

This was when I began to wonder if all the knights needed it. The faint came out with a love song dedicated to the goddess of the earth by the God of Life.

Even though, I use magic equipment that sounds like it rings in my ear so that I can hear it often even in distant seats. What the hell happens if the clergyman's beauty sings like a sweet beggar for love in his ear?

Even I know what lyrics to sing, it's breathtaking for a moment. The ladies get cum, their hearts run wild, and they can't stay, whether they're there or standing.

... the song is an animated song!

The love song sung by the clergyman, who also shocked Burma, who was a male disbeliever, still seemed powerful. "Ha..." a woman with a low voice slammed to the table.

Angelica, tell the knight to show us to the emergency room.

When I command you to whisper, Angelica disappears from behind without making a sound. At the next moment, several faint men went out to continue to stand and began to carry as the Knights' faces panicked.

Mother, who has always said, "I can't faint and miss hearing Ferdinand's fesh peel without imitating it", seems to be enjoying herself without fainting while trembling. Good luck, Mother.

While the Knights were very active, Angelica came back all the time and told me that Brother Eckhardt was calling me.

I get out in the middle of the clergyman's performance and leave the venue. Brother Eckhardt wasn't the only one there.

"Doesn't that sound a lot more interesting, Rosemaine"

"Dear adoptive father..."

Nikki had an adoptive father with a skewed mouth and a father with a head. According to Brother Eckhardt, my adoptive father just got through when I was carrying out the fallen lady.

Zilvester glared deep green eyes.

"Doesn't seem like a report to me?

"It's just that if my adoptive mother..."

"Rosemaine?"

Don't delude me, I saw the door that led me to the venue. It seems to be progressing well. We just have to avoid screwing up here.

"I didn't think my adoptive father would be interested in collecting donations, but if you could help me, I wouldn't feel any more comfortable."

"Yeah?"

Looking at the lightly frowned Zilvester, I manage to figure out a way to end it in peace.

"If you have a fesh peel, we'll still make it, so I'd like to entrust my adoptive father with an important role in decorating the end as the lead actor. Because true protagonists are what come late!

"Okay, I liked that statement. Calstead, get my fesh peel."

Your father looked at me worried.

"Is that good, Rosemaine?

"It's better than getting it all screwed up"

After your father rushes out, I hear a song in Zilvester that can be played without a meeting with the chief cleric, and take notes on the bookboard.

Soon your father came back with a fesh peel.

"Dear Rosemaine, the performance is over"

Brigitte opens the door and sneaks up on me. I rushed back to the venue and stood on stage.

"We would like to introduce you to a special customer here. Aub Aerenfest, please come in."

The knights waiting outside the venue opened the door and Zilvester came into the venue with a fesh peel. Darmuel with the chair follows later and places it near the chief cleric.

The venue naturally became noisy to the real surprise that surprised me, too. I guess you didn't expect a lord to come to the celebration, which is on the extension of such a tea party. I want to cry out from the bottom of my heart that I agree with the customers who panic.

"I didn't hear you," the clergyman said on the stage, "I found you earlier," he returns small. In the venue, I saw the adoptive mother clapping her shoulders like she was in trouble because she had been found.

Since the wives and ladies who were listening to the performance quietly until my adoptive father came in began to make noise, I put a loud sorcery in my mouth and make such an excuse.

"You said that you wanted to invest in this printing business as well as Aub Aerenfest, and you wanted to reward everyone who donated a little. That's why I was here, sewing between busy errands."

If you look at Zilvester, who sets up fesh peels in a grand manner just to say that he had decided to do this, it should only look like scheduled harmony, except for the organizers.

"Aub Aerenfest and Ferdinand are the two songs you all know can play"

Introducing the song that Zilvester was playing during the prayer ceremony, and gazing at the clergyman, the clergyman exhaled one sigh and regained his fesh peel.

The two performances were the most exciting because they were songs familiar to customers, or because Zilvester waved lightly, "Sing Together," making it a great last for everyone to get a sense of unity.

At the end of the song, the applause comes naturally. The two exit as a respectful glowing tact is removed and badly raised on top.

"It's been a great concert. So, to my memory of the day, if you don't mind, how about this product? This profit will also be a donation. Please consider purchasing for charity, donation, if possible"

After the sheikhs leave, it's a merchandise store. Side servants pushing the wagon come in, turn in turn from the seats that bought me expensive tickets, and sell beautiful illustrations and cookies. Of course, I am purchasing the program I have been selling from the beginning at the same time.

Cookies are available from ten pieces, one small silver coin, but a beautiful illustration is five large silver coins. Since the program is three large silver coins, I thought I would not buy beautiful illustrations except Madame, who could afford so much money, but everyone wanted to buy them all.

The lady in the stand-up also seemed to loosen the purse string slightly in the atmosphere, wondering if everyone would want it when they bought it, gently reaching for the cookies with troubles, staring at the wallet for a while, then taking the program while staring at the illustration.

After all, the beautiful illustrations of Vilma, which came after a fainting love song, seem to appeal to the mind differently, and the ladies who bought the painting, once carefully viewed, circle them in circles so that they do not have folds on them, so that they can be held on their chests and taken. They're going to take care of it on a treasure level.

...... Illustration sold out, thanks.

"Thank you for today. We would like to report on the amount of donations collected and how they will be used in the winter. Ladies and gentlemen, please take care to return at your feet."

Send out all your ladies whose feet are not bound as you are still dreaming.

The charity concert by the Chief Cleric was a great success. To the blissful laughter of my mother who bought all the illustrations, I stroke down my ho.

"So shall we hear the opening of the application?

A few days after the concert is only an afternoon. I was summoned to the Sermon Room of the Chief Cleric.

A clergyman dyed his thin golden eyes with anger, putting together the air that emitted cold air, and arranging three illustrations on the table before me.

I wanted to faint when I saw an illustration lined up in front of me that I was not supposed to find in the Cleric Chief.

"The knight had this, and Zilvester laughed ridiculously, which is what he showed me. If you see a solid name on the back, you'll soon know who's responsible"

Ooh! My idiot idiot who thought it was more imperative to depth than print, and printed it stupid honestly!

The chief cleric was gutted and made me promise never to sell it again.