Ascendance of a Bookworm

... What shall I do? Fran's token broke.

I wasn't in this way angry when I was scolded for being sweet about Delia or because of my distance from Gil.

I knew Fran was serving me well, but for Fran yet, the chief cleric was better up there, and I didn't think Fran would be so angry at the orphans' disrespect for me.

Find the obvious colour of fright on Thor's face, and I will hasten to stop Fran.

"Fran, that's it. I've had enough."

"But Dear Rosemaine,"

I broke in between the two of them, but Fran still tries to get out one step ahead of me if his anger doesn't subside.

"I know you were angry for me. Thank you, Fran. Your hands hurt, didn't they?

It is my downfall that has made me raise my hand to Fran, who has never waved violence before. When I held Fran's sleeve and stopped, I wrapped my reddish palms with my hands.

Seeing Fran's gaze move into his own hands, I called out to Thor, who was holding on to Fran's slapped cheek, and Rick, who was trying to protect everyone.

"Thor, Rick. I know how painful it is to want to protect your family. And I understand the finesse and anxiety that have come to a world where my common sense is completely incomprehensible."

I have seen many different worlds between Reino period and this world, between craftsmen and merchants, between lower towns and temples, between civilians and nobles, between temples and aristocracy, between common sense and different ways of looking at them. I know how anxious I am about the state of hand exploration where I have no idea what to do, and how hard it is to mingle new and previous values.

"But you're not alone, are you? You don't have to sleep with me, you can stay with me all the time, right?

When I continued, "Because Nora and Marthe will not be sold," Tor raised his face as he was hacked. As I first realized the word, Tor blinks his blue eyes slowly.

"If we're really good together, we're good in the dining room, right? But wouldn't it be safer for Nora and Marte to rest in a women's wing room that men would never let in, rather than sleep in a dining room where anyone could? What do you two think?

Thor is desperate and insistent to protect his sister, but he hasn't heard Nola and Marte at the heart. When I saw the two of them, Nora lay down her long lashes softly once.

"Thor, I'll sleep in the girls' wing, so you two go to the boys' wing."

"Sister!?

"I don't like the dining room. I can't sleep where a man I don't know might wander.... I want to sleep in peace for a long time. Understand."

If you look at the accumulation of fatigue in Nora's pale grin, you'll quickly see how nervous you've been every day. Thor bit his lip with a little remorse.

"Me too... I'm going to sleep with Nora, brother"

That's what Marte said with a desperate face, pulling Rick's sleeve as he crippled. Seems uncommon to make his own claims, Rick turns his eyes round as surprised and looks down at Marte.

"Are you all right?

"... yeah, I'm not that scared here"

Marte laughs small and hands off Rick's sleeve.

If Nora and Marte said they wanted to sleep in the women's wing, neither Tor nor Rick seemed to be able to say anything more, and seemed so convinced.

"Now give us a description of the other facilities…"

It was good to fit round, I tried to head to the basement of the women's building, but Fran's hand stopped my words.

"First, apologize."

"Huh?"

"Master Rosemaine is the temple chief. I demand an apology for being disrespectful to the temple chief."

... Ooh, I'm still mad!?

Fran's quiet anger seems persistent and long. As far as I'm concerned, that's enough, and I want to flush it. But I will never forgive it, Fran says in his expression and attitude. I've never seen a franc like that, and I can't even stop it.

I wasn't the only one who changed his complexion to Fran's anger. Nora breathes and forces Tor's head down for a long time. Tor knelt on the spot and Nora knelt beside Tor apologized to me.

"Excuse me. Look, Tor apologizes too!

"... excuse me"

You apologized, and that's enough, right? and pleading in my heart, I look up to Fran.

Me and Fran, with their eyes on each other, smiled slightly. It's not the usual gentle grin, it's a more, like, bottom-cold grin.

"Dear Rosemayne, please ask Gil and Nicola to guide us to the facility."

"Um, Fran?

"I want to fold in and talk to you about something. Take Gil, Nicolas, and the four of you."

Gil and Nicola, prompted by Fran, said, "Yes, yes!," he replied with a good cut of teeth, hurrying the four of them down the stairs to escape.

... Wait. Don't leave me!

Though I tried to scream in my heart, turn from Fran's cold air. He was just gone on the right. All that remained were Fran, me and two of the escort knights and the clergyman.

The clergyman has the same bottom-cold grin as Fran. A cold sweat erupts when I blurt.

"Well, Master Rosemaine. Let's take our time in your room."

"Well, let me tell you something."

"... ha-hi"

... this ex-lord obedient, too similar, seriously scary. Somebody help me!

Of course, there can't be anyone who can help us. I want you to protect me at a time like this, but the two escort knights didn't look me in the eye.

I don't show one hesitation in the hidden room that opens with magic in the dean's office, I don't change my complexion one by one, and I go inside, even though I'm a franc who doesn't try to get close at all, whether anger makes up the majority of my head or is fine because of a different place.

And best of all, Fran said with a tough face.

"Do not allow orphans to behave disrespectfully"

But even though I am young, smaller than average, and tend to be molested, if I forgive my disrespect, they will give me more, Fran said. Regarding that, two of the escort knights agree, or try to pull the jaw a little and give their consent.

"I fear most that my lord's adoptive daughter, Lady Rosemaine, will allow her to be disrespectful, so that they will grow in thought and consequently undermine Lady Rosemaine's mood."

"When you get angry, the magic runs wild. There's a lot of surrounding damage."

I can't even argue with the clergyman who supplemented Fran's words, and I drip with sogginess. I was gonna be nice to the new guy, but that didn't seem like a good idea.

"Regarding anything, the first is the key. Dear Rosemaine, kindness is a beauty, but it must not be misworn as sweetness"

"... I'll be careful"

I would like to be careful not to cause a situation in which Fran would have to raise his hand to someone else in the future, so that the chief clergyman would not be exposed to the horrible anger of two people lining up.

"The sweetness of Rosemaine's response must also be improved, but the education of those orphans will be more urgent. What is that word? I can't even see how to eat it."

You remembered the time of the meal, and the chief cleric frowns uncomfortably. If it's a slum in the lower town, it's not particularly unusual, but I can't say any more that you want me to understand that. They entered the temple, so we have no choice but to educate them.

"I don't know where to start when it's that bad, but do you have any educational policies? How are you doing at the Gilberta Chamber of Commerce?

The clergyman asks questions about the lower town that he knows, but the Guilberta Chamber of Commerce is a big store in the lower town, and basically only keeps the children of the shop, such as those who sometimes deal with nobility.

About the same level as the orphans I took out this time was Rutz, but based on Rutz's high sense of purpose and ability to learn, they are pathetic.

I looked up like Fran was hazy.

"It's a small number, so shouldn't we take you to the temple?

Instead of here, I suggested that if we take him to the temple orphanage, he might remember because it's everything he's doing around him. In the sense of an educational environment, it might be good, but it would just be stressful, if not after a little more accustomed to the specificities of the temple.

When I had just entered the temple, there was a home where I could go home, although it was me with my head in the difference in common sense. I had a family and Lutz and the others that made me sweet when I heard about the stupidity. Incomprehensible! It's important to have a presence that shouts and agrees.

If there is no place to escape, and my family is equally stressed by changes in the environment, I don't even know if they will be the object that will make me sweet.

"Let's wait a little longer to take you to the temple. It would be better if we got used to the temple way a little on the land we're used to living in. There will be a lot of clashes in the temple as it is now, and if you really don't think it's possible, you should leave a way back to the mayor."

"Master Rosemaine?

Never having thought about getting out of the temple, Fran tilts his neck wonderfully.

"You don't know if we can all get used to the way of the temple, do you? The girls won't want to be sold, so they'll say the temple is better, but the boys might think it's better to be free at the mayor's place."

The freedom of the orphanage I have made for you is enough to go to the woods to collect and make paper. Maybe there's a bigger part of being free to move here at the mayor's.

"After the harvest festival, if everyone chooses to stay, I think we should take them to the temple in the winter. You'll be used to living here by then."

"So how do we educate them? I don't know how to educate you, because few kids come into orphanages when they grow up like that, anyway."

Basically everyone in Lower Town has a job if they are children who have finished their baptism ceremony. I work as an apprentice, so if my parents die, it will take the form of a living apprentice, but the store will take care of them.

Even if pre-baptismal young children that relatives did not take away are ever left in orphanages, it seems seldom that children of the years who have become apprentices come into orphanages.

"Wouldn't the kids around here work as apprentices?

"If the parents are peasants, the fields will be taken in at the time of death. Maybe we shouldn't just eat the fields that are given to minors. I'm not sure I know the details."

That's what the chief cleric said, exhaling gently. Just looking at the paperwork in relation to tax revenues and saying that I have never actually seen the lives of peasants, so I am not sure about the lives of the orphans.

"... in the meantime, we just have to teach carefully from the beginning so that we can teach our children who know nothing"

"From the beginning, what?

"Even a meal...... maybe not the way I've done it before. Because temples often correspond to aristocratic halls. You wouldn't know if you hadn't taught me carefully how to handle cutlery."

Eating by hand is not uncommon in Lower Town. Orphanages are rarer to be taught how to handle dishes so they don't look ugly.

"And how to clean it, too, right? Lutz admired the clerics for their efficiency, speed and beauty in cleaning. The cleaning method at the mayor's place won't work in the temple."

Lutz should have told Gil how to clean it and taught it to the apprentices at the Gilberta Chamber of Commerce.

"Just make sure that whatever you teach, the four of you teach together. When you go to the woods to collect, teach about paper making, teach how to cook, don't try to tear it apart, tell me all about it."

There were four orphans and six clerics and witches, so the clergyman who was trying to put the charge on the individual raised his brow lightly.

"Why is that?

"Because it's easier to grow together. It's more competitive to have someone to learn with, or to teach each other. You can't fool around with the power of a group."

When we came up with the story of the carta of the children we remembered competing, the chief cleric narrowed his eyes and murmured, "Is it like stretching out when you go to the House of Lords..." And he smiled disturbingly, looking at me. Somehow, I think a strange plan has begun.

"Anyway, think best about getting used to life. The temple is special, so please teach it carefully, bearing in mind that it is not immediately tamed by those outside."

"Yes, I did. Tell that to the gray priests."

Fran's expression returned to its original serenity.

"Now let's go back to the temple and find out a little more about the town of Hasse"

"Huh? I already checked, didn't I?

Civilian and Gilberta Chamber of Commerce face-to-face investigated it, and they should have told me the results of that investigation. When I said so, the chief cleric looked at me as he slapped a ton and his temple with his index finger.

"Fool. Didn't we just look at land, population, main industries, etc. in terms of building a workshop before? It is not, what aristocratic back shield is there, how much influence that trinket is growing, if it is to be eliminated, how to eliminate the parties from where to how far, how to fill the hole that has been eliminated...... Find out what you didn't do when you built the workshop."

I hear the black clergyman is going to leap. I'm not sure, so I'm going to leave it to you. It's not for me. Such a head job.

When I finished talking and left the room, Gil and Nicola, who clouded their faces worryingly, were asking about this one. It's okay, make them laugh, and they loosen their expressions like a ho.

Four of the orphans seemed to be the same who cared about how this one was, giving Fran a reassuring look that his expression was back.

"Next, I'll be here in five days to see how it goes. By that time, we'll be looking into what connection the mayor here has with which nobility and how much influence. Ask Benno and Gustav for food, so be careful not to get out of the small temple much until you know the results. Be very careful not just with the new orphans."

Asking the gray clerics to come back, they answer politely on their knees, "Yes, sir." Now those four are on their knees just as well, standing still.

"... the magic of protection is working here, so even if the mayor comes, as long as he's here, he'll be fine. I can't protect you when you leave, so be careful."

To my words the orphans, who knew the actual mayor, nodded with a face filled with tension.

As soon as he returned to the Temple, the Chief Cleric summoned Benno. To hear more about the town of Hasse, beginning with the mayor. Benno came to the temple as early as he knew he would be summoned.

"I've taken the orphan. That was a lot of response... Benno, you knew that, didn't you?

"Yeah, it was always a lot of response. in the town of Hasse. That's why it would be a response to"

That's what Benno says, he raises the edge of his lips. Apparently, it was intentional not to tell him that "the chief clergyman and the temple chief are going to pick up the orphan," thus wanting an opportunity to talk to the chief clergyman.

According to Benno, the town of Hasse is special and the mayor of the town is very powerful.

It takes less than half a day by carriage from Aerenfest, so the lodging of the nobility who left Aerenfest becomes the town of Dinkel, which passed Hasse. For this reason, nobles do not stop by except for prayer ceremonies and harvest festivals, unless there is so much to be desired. Even if there are travellers on foot, the average nobleman doesn't stop by Hasse, apparently.

And because of its proximity to Aerenfest, they say the city's merchants are worth less than they can afford. If you want to go to the market in Aerenfest, you can go, and you can buy goods because merchants from the region to Aerenfest are bound to pass through the town of Hasse.

Later, Hasse has a winter hall. It is the town of Hasse where prayer ceremonies and harvest festivals take place, and people gather in winter from the surrounding countryside. He says the impact in the vicinity is enormous, as it is the mayor of the town who wields extraction against that many people.

"If you're from an aristocratic neighborhood, you can stop right by horseback so you can come and go without going through the gate. I don't know what kind of aristocracy that mayor goes through, but there seems to be a connection to a pretty high nobility."

"Hmm. I'm sure it's the former temple chief."

"Are you the temple chief again?

In the words mixed with the sighs of the chief clergyman, I have become a laid-back face. The temple chief has been more involved and depressing in various places since his death than when he lived in the temple to avoid face-to-face.

"That temple chief was able to move within the limits of being able to come and go by carriage. I don't have a horseman. He swung his status as lord's uncle and would have done whatever he wanted. The same way of doing it, and I can see that from the defiance of the new temple chief and the clergyman. Whatever happened, I think he calculated it would be all right if he stayed in charge of the temple."

He should have been watching me and the Cleric Chief when he stopped by the Winter Hall as a blue witch apprentice at the prayer ceremony, and recognized that he was the one serving under the former Temple Chief, the Cleric Chief said. The blue cleric, who wore the temple chief's hipster's wipes, also said that he looked down at the chief cleric like a fox borrowing the authority of a tiger.

"Perhaps that mayor doesn't even know that the former temple chief was captured? Benno, how much information is there on the former temple chief in Lower Town?

"Not at all"

The clergyman looked lightly at Benno's immediate response. After a little frowning, he opens his mouth with a difficult face and searches for words so hard to say.

"... nothing at all, right? The temple chief has changed. Something..."

"Rumors are spreading that the new temple chief is the daughter of a young lord, a Virgin to whom genuine blessings are given, but not at all with regard to the former temple chief. It seems to me that he's retired because he's old, or that he's changed his position."

It really seems that my legend of the Virgin is spreading in the alley. I had been told in advance that I needed more to foil than to be temple chief, but I couldn't be ashamed of myself.

"As an aristocrat with connections to the mayor, I also find that civilian quite suspicious. Even after we left the mayor's mansion, we seemed to be having some kind of secret conversation."

After hearing all sorts of stories from Benno, the chief cleric was thinking of something. I chop wrinkles firmly between my eyebrows and slap my temples tongues, silently contemplating.

The clergyman, who had been thinking about it for a while, opened his mouth and whined small.

"It's going to be a hassle. It's troublesome until after you die......".