Ascendance of a Bookworm

When we get the orphans back, we'll take a bath first. Divide into women's and men's buildings and have them washed using soap. And if you don't get dressed in the gray cleric or witch clothes that were ready, you can't even do it for lunch.

As I return the Lesser Bus to the Demon Stone, I turn my gaze to the side service.

"Nicolas is in the women's wing, Gil is in the men's wing, and clean them up. Soap and clothes..."

"It's the same as a temple. It was already ready."

Two people reply to Fran's words, "I get it," and move out. And I giggled and giggled at the four men, who were hardened with an anxious face.

"Let's have lunch when it's beautiful. You must be hungry.

The orphans, who gobbled and throated at the word lunch, gazed at each other with a face that feared to leave, and still, split into men and women to go clean.

We head to the dining room and take our seats. The deepest is the aristocratic seat. It's a table and a chair in a crate that Fran just gave the board to the crate, although he doesn't look so poor because he covers the crate and the table with the cloth he brought.

In the temple, if we do not eat, no one else will be able to eat, because nobility will eat, and the side service will eat, and then God's grace will turn to the orphanage.

Served by the gray witch and Fran, we began our meal. aristocracy, so Darmuel and Brigitte also eat together. We can't afford to separate the time and place of meals from the escort knights.

"... Rosemaine, are you also teaching the gray witch how to cook this dish?

The clergyman, who was paying to buy the recipe, frowned more with his mouth full of meals.

"Originally, when I was in the winter cage, there was only one cook at the temple for me, so I started using the Gray Witch Apprentice as my assistant. But if we can cook good food ourselves, we'll make the same thing when we get back to the orphanage, right? So it just spread. I didn't try to teach you."

Nobody in the blue clergy has any interest in the orphanage, so they just don't know, he added, and the chief clergyman let him pull his cheek all the way.

"You're teaching letters and calculations, and you know recipes for cooking. So? If the aristocrats find out, they'll kill the buyout request."

"My kids are expensive. Because it comes with a lot of special skills. We need it in the process of expanding the printing industry, and we need it for future plans to improve the educational environment, so even noble opponents won't sell it easily. That's all I have now."

If I were a former temple chief, I might have sold more and more, but I am now training clerics and witches for my grand plan to expand my printing business to create bookstores and libraries. I'm not willing to let go.

"What is a plan to improve the educational environment? I haven't heard of such a plan."

"If you don't have more people to read, you won't have more people to write books, will you? It's a grand plan to increase the literacy rate in the territory. Although we haven't decided on the details yet."

Although I have some thoughts, it will be a story after the expansion of the printing industry is somewhat on track.

The chief clergyman glanced at me, wiping his mouth.

"When you return to the temple, make sure you submit a plan."

"Huh? But like I said, we're still fine-tuned..."

"Before you decide in detail, it is you who will advance in momentum. Roughly or sooner or later, you can hope to do this, so report on the plan."

I cannot argue, and I reply small "yes". Staring at Dermuel and Fran, who are nodding in full agreement.

"... Still, you look more troublesome than I expected. What are you going to do, Rosemaine?

I blinked my eyes at the words of the Sighing Cleric.

"What is it?

"I assume I have power, I mean that little thing. That would be good at resentment, obsessive and cumbersome"

Hearing the word of the chief priest, I leaked a convincing breath, oh.

"... it feels similar to the former temple chief, doesn't it? I thought it looked a lot like where you were selling girls for money, where you mistook your back shield for your own power, or whatever you wanted to do at the top of the small world."

"Sure," the chief cleric chuckled, cuckolding.

"The size of the power behind the shield is completely different, but the shaking of small objects is very similar"

"Unlike the temple chief, the back shield is unknown, so on the contrary, I'm not sure about the influence. How far does eliminating it lose influence and how does the town change after eliminating it...... I hope it changes for the little temple."

The power of the temple chief was basically limited to the temple. The influence was quite limited, as there were not so many opportunities to go to the aristocratic district, and interaction with the lower town was unacceptable. There were clergy chiefs who could fill holes even if eliminated, so there was no problem.

This time, however, the mayor of a civilian town, who had never stood up for nobility outside of taxation and prayer ceremonies, is the opponent. I don't know what happens to the town after eliminating it, though I don't care if it's because of the difference in identity.

"Rosemaine, it's useless to just think that you should be at your own convenience, etc. If you want to make it convenient, you just have to move it the way you want to."

"... that's what you think, the chief cleric plans to make it more convenient for you, right?

It's a self-help effort.

Say what you want. When I pointed my lips slightly and glanced at the clergyman, the clergyman gently clasped his shoulders.

"There's very little you can do to describe the beauty."

The words of the Chief Cleric, who lived in an aristocratic society where beauty alone could not be helped, and entered the temple to defend himself, had a weight that could not be disputed.

"Dear Rosemaine, the cleansing is over"

By the gray witches, when Nicola began to smell delicious in the dining room, she came to report with Nora and Marte in gray witch apprenticeship clothes. Thanks to being cleansed and changing clothes, the colour of the two hair, which was thinly dirty and did not know the colour, is clear and a beautiful face stands out.

"Tell me your name and year"

When I spoke, Marte moved to hide behind Nola. She narrows her eyes and looks back gently as Nora said she had no choice. The blue-blued hair close to the light purple fluttered and swayed.

After gently stroking Marthe's head, Nora looks at me and softens her blue eyes.

"I am Nora, 14 years old. I'm really glad they were to be sold at the same time as the adults. Thanks for picking it up."

Unlike me, who smiles and nods at Nora's words, the chief cleric frowned uncomfortably.

"The language..."

"Chief Cleric, do not be unscrupulous to the uneducated. People in Lower Town are worse. You just have to remember now."

Even the same orphans naturally have a lot of difference between temple-raised orphans and other orphans. Here, there are no blue clerics, so they don't correct their language and behavior so they don't look ugly. Unlike the lower town of Aerenfest, where the aristocracy is at the back, there should also be no way you can be taught how to deal with the aristocracy.

"What's your name and year hidden behind you?

Marte shakes her dark green hair as she dislikes, hiding behind Nora.

"This child is in Marte..."

"No, Nora. You have to let her answer. Until now, if you're familiar or shy, you may have been okay, but if you don't answer what the nobles asked you in the temple orphanage, you can't help but be seen as disobedient. If you defy the nobility, you will be disposed of on the spot. That's normal."

"Oh no..."

Nola looks around with a stunned face. But now I am surrounded by two priests, a clergyman with a tight wrinkle between my brows that the language is uncomfortable, and an escort knight who feels frustrated that it is not an attitude toward nobility, but who holds his mouth and endures because I am dealing with it.

Fran and Nicola are eating fast and never take Nola and the others' side.

"I interact with civilians in the lower town, so I can understand what Nola and the others say. But I cannot accept it because I live as a nobleman. Absolute obedience to the nobles. If you don't remember that, it's not strange when you die. Now, tell me your name and your year."

I peek into Marte's face, thinking that he is in a totally villainous position. Marte, who was pushed forward by Nora, looked like she was about to cry, squeezing out a small voice.

"... Marte, 8 years old"

"Well done. I think it's hard to get used to it because it's going to be a completely different life than before. But I wouldn't do anything to sell it to someone, and I'd prepare a meal. We'll cover life as much as we can, so both of you do your best."

"Yes."

As soon as he exhaled in a ho, he seemed to understand, Tor and Rick changed their blood phases and ran.

"What are you going to do to your sister and Marte!?

"I didn't do anything. Stop."

Darmuel and Brigitte gently beat off the two of them rushing towards us. He rolled so that he could be thrust, flashly hitting the crate that was placed to make it a chair.

"Thor! Rick!

"I can't believe you're going into the aristocracy... without telling me. The other noblemen were already dead, both of them."

Though I think it's reckless because it's a life without nobility around, this is dangerous. I could die in no time.

"Patience is important to noble opponents, even if you both don't like something. It's not like we defy the mayors of towns between civilians. It's not the end of being beaten, it's the end of that life because you get stuck without questions."

The four complexions change slightly to the Guardian Knight, who stood to protect me and gave me a peek at the weapon.

"I asked Nora and Marte, tell me your names and your years."

I'm Thor. I'm 11.

Thor, who would not retreat from the position of protecting Nola, his sister, glanced at me with the same blue eyes as his sister. Nora and Tor are very similar in color and face. Nola, with a beautiful face, has been targeted by various men before, and I guess she has protected it. That sense of justice and family love is smiling, and I would like you to take care of it. To the extent that my escorts and sidelines are not angry.

"Rick, 12 years old. Marte's brother."

Rick and Marte both have very similar colors. They both have dark green hair, gray eyes. You look different. Rick has a thick brow and a riddled face, but Marte has a quiet and adorable face with his inner personality coming out intact.

"I am Rosemaine. Recently, I completed my baptism ceremony and became head of the temple at Aerenfest. From now on, nice to meet you. Now, let's take a guided tour to the room later and have lunch. Gil needs to grab a meal here. Good luck."

Fran takes a seat after the meal, and Gil sits there. A gray witch carries a meal to Gil, and Gil starts eating.

A meal of gray clerics begins, as Gil anticipates finishing his meal. There were so few orphans to bring in today that we have plenty of lunch.

"When will you be able to eat it!?

"... I'm hungry"

I'll have to belly down and get used to the way the temple does, though the four of you are pathetic to watch how it goes.

"Gil, tell me the order in the temple"

Leaving the explanation to Gil, who knows the lowest town in his side service, Gil nodded cocklessly and began to explain it to the four of them.

"In the temple, meals are said to be God's grace. A nobleman, a blue cleric, eats what is left of that side service, and the rest of it is transported to the orphanage. There is also an order in the orphanage, where adult clerics and witches are supposed to eat first, then apprentices and finally prechristening children."

"It's an apprenticeship year for all four of us, so don't worry about that because eating will not fall apart for a while"

It is the apprentice's turn to eat, and a meal is served before the four of them. Originally, I would serve my own meals, but the kids with different common sense can't predict what to do, so I decided to tell them before I did.

"Not yet. After praying to thank the gods."

Control the four people who start eating gut and make them recite their prayers. This is also normal in the temple, so we just have to get used to it. It's the way I went, too.

I let my eyes gut and pour my meal into my mouth silently. It's not what behaved or anything happened.

Everyone but me sees it as a surprise. The Chief Cleric doesn't even try to hide his offensive expression. I also remembered that the first time I saw a neighborhood gathering around a well to dine, I donned to the lack of much manners.

"You must have starved a lot. It would be offensive to the Chief Cleric, but this is what the uneducated do. You'll have to teach it slowly. You know perfectly well the excellence and importance of education for orphanage children who are educated not to offend the blue clergy."

"... right. Honestly, I didn't think it would be this bad. The people in Lower Town I know are from the Guilberta Chamber of Commerce."

I sighed lightly at the clergyman, who groaned.

That's a bad subject to compare. This is what happens in the Glades.

I take a few changes and give them a guide to the orphanage with a satisfying grin as I hold my big, swollen stomach to bitterness.

I was in the dining room, so it started in the women's wing room. It is usually forbidden for men, but it would be better to show each other the environment in order to let men and women know that there is no difference in treatment.

I went up the stairs and opened the door in front of me.

"This will be the apprenticeship room. Adult witches use one room in the back, but apprenticeships are one room for multiple people."

"With all this size, we can all sleep together."

I shook my head at the smiling Tor.

"We can't sleep together."

"Why not!?

Thor and Rick stepped forward to protect their own sisters. At the same time, side service and escorts take a vigilant stance.

And when I lifted up my hand gently to hold both sides, I gave an explanation.

"Men are forbidden here in the women's building. It's up to the dining room for men to come in. I guided you today to let you know that there is no difference in equipment between the men's and women's buildings, but by nature, men are not allowed here."

Thor flashes his kicking blue eyes into anger.

"We're sisters and brothers!?

"I know. But that's not what I'm talking about. This is a women's building, so it's probably family, but we don't allow men in."

"Become!?

Until now, my two sisters and brothers, I guess they have lived on the basis of each other's presence so as not to leave each other as much as possible. My chest hurts, but I can't allow it.

"For the other gray witches, neither Thor nor Rick is a family extra man. I want to protect my witch, just as Thor wanted to protect Nora."

"Neither Thor nor Rick are kids who do that."

Nora shook her thin purple hair in my words and shook her head. I defend you both desperately, as I appeal to you to understand.

"Yep. Neither are my gray clerics. But just because I heard that, is Nora acceptable?

Nora shook her head loosely as she slowly leaned down breathlessly, like she'd been stuck in words a long time.

Thor and Rick, I also understand your desire to protect the two sisters, but I can't let a man in the women's wing.

"If you really want to spend time with both men and women, you'll have to sleep in the corner of the dining room"

"That's okay. Let's build our room in the corner of the dining room."

In the words of the bright Tor, Nora and Marthe looked at me anxiously. "Can I make a room?" And I shook my neck beside him, being asked,

"I don't make rooms. I'll just lend it to you when you go to bed. The dining room is a place for anyone, so other men can come and go as Thor and Rick do. It's not your room, so you can't restrict access."

That too, I can't help but be frustrated that this is rejected as no, Tor turned his willow brow upside down and exposed his anger.

"It's big enough to make our room in the dining room! You don't know what it's like not to want to leave your family!?

I grabbed my chest, bash! and Thor's cheek was slapped along with the painful sound, almost simultaneously.

"... Fran?

Growing up in the temple, I turned my eyes round and looked up at Fran, to the flattening of Fran, who had said that violence should not be allowed at any time.

Fran is angry with his dark brown eyes and looks down at Tor chilly. The way I'm angry that the temperature around me is going to drop is entirely with the Cleric Chief.

A slightly narrower eye, Fran, leaves a long way ahead.

"No one knows how that feels better than Master Rosemaine"

"Hey, what the..."

Thor steps back so that he can be pressured. Fran packed that step again.

"Lady Rosemaine was recognized for her abilities and left her family at the baptism ceremony, becoming the adoptive daughter of her lord. And by being entrusted to the head of the temple, you live in the heart of a loneliness that you cannot see with your family while traveling to and from the castle and the temple"

Four people looked at me in amazement.

Fran slightly repositions his body so as to protect me from that gaze.

"I will not tolerate any further disrespect to Lord Rosemayne for allowing me to live in the same orphanage, even though I have not had to be sold my sister and the rooms where I sleep are different for men and women"