Ascendance of a Bookworm

Now that the Italian restaurant has been cleared up, I would like to clear up the challenges regarding the town of Hasse next.

In the hidden room of the Dean's Office, I asked the Guilberta Chamber of Commerce once again to cooperate.

"What do you think I should start with? Wouldn't it bother you if Hasse told you it wasn't weird when it was erased?"

To my claim, Benno narrows his reddish-brown eyes and strokes his jaw slowly.

"The biggest problem with Hasse is that the townspeople over there know too much about nobility. I don't know how much of a felony we've committed. That would be the problem."

If you're a civilian in Aerenfest who takes it for granted to swallow your daughter without complaining even if she was murdered by a nobleman, you don't complain as much as you took an orphan that has not so much to do with your life. Not to mention, I don't imitate stupid things like attacking a lord's building.

"It's just that you have a falling out, too. If the mayor had already entered into an orphan trafficking agreement with a civilian, he would have been whispered by the nobles all along, or had ever been less accommodating."

"If the town goes through the winter with the money that sold the orphans, it's money in trouble if it's not there, and the loss of connection to nobility can lead to death and survival problems."

To Marc's words, which supplement those of Benno, I have become a little more comprehensible on the part of the townspeople.

"This could be compared because I was in and out of the temple orphanage..."

Yes, according to Lutz, who prefaced it, the orphans of the temple and the other orphans seem different. In the temple, a child born of a gray witch is raised in an orphanage, which is joined by a child who lost his parents before the christening ceremony.

However, an orphanage outside the temple is the place where children whose parents have died are gathered within the community, with only the children of the community. And they say they're fed by the town's power, like the mayor.

They think it's part of the community's property that the mayor is feeding and letting them work and can even sell off when they need money.

"That's what the clergyman told me. The mayor took the orphans and raised them, so he said he had a right to sell them off. In the temple, the head of the temple assumes the role."

So they don't care how I treat the temple orphanage. In an attempt to spoil and corrupt him, and to have his life cut down to critical in order to cut expenses, he said the final decision rested with the Temple Chief, even if he could complain to the Chief Cleric.

Orphans of the Temple become gray clerics, gray witches, and it's not uncommon to be in an orphanage when you're an adult. It is bought as a lowlife of nobility, or it serves as a sideline for blue clerics and blue witches.

In contrast, if a town is predominantly agricultural, like Hasse, it will be independent as a member of the town at the same time as an adult, because once a man has grown up, he will also be given a field to go with it.

However, it is difficult for a woman to live on her own because of the small area of the field she is given, and she needs someone to marry.

Taking in men without parents is welcome in the sense of increasing the number of clans without keeping their own daughters off hand, but women without parents are often miserable marriages because they have no funds to marry. Says it's not uncommon to be accompanied or treated as abusive after an old man in need of nursing.

"Without the back shield, it would be the same everywhere"

When Benno said so with a frown, he looked at me again with a look on his face.

"You're the daughter of a lord, so I just picked up the orphan, and there's absolutely nothing wrong with you externally. But when you replace an orphan with a commodity, it's like the commodity you've been investing in has been taken under noble authority. You don't have to stand out and complain, but resentment is solicited. Make sure you don't rot."

Use the position of the lord's daughter to turn to the civilian, decide not to have the contract from the beginning, or pay the town manager for the orphans, and turn down the evil roots, Benno said.

Much more understandable and understandable than the chief cleric, who can only give minimal explanations from an aristocratic point of view.

I write down on the calligraphy board what I must do.

"Later, think alone and don't worry, ask the Chief Cleric properly"

"Huh?"

"If you take your own thoughtful answers, they'll fix it and give you advice. I told you how to do it, didn't I?

I looked in turn at the calligraphy board, Benno, Lutz and Marc, and nodded slowly.

"Then there was originally neglect of common sense because you were weak and you weren't out much. On top of that, the common sense of the merchants mixed, the common sense of the clergy mixed, and now the common sense of the nobles is about to mix. Your common sense is somewhere distorted from any hierarchy. If we don't discuss the area properly, what you're thinking won't make sense to the Chief Cleric."

Nor does the common sense of the chief priest, who only knows the aristocratic world, make sense to me at all, so that my thoughts do not. I was told to do my best.

In a roundabout noble way, we can't possibly talk about that. This is a case that needs to be discussed in a hidden room.

"In the meantime, I ask if there is a deadline to do something about the town of Hasse. As an optimal solution to this one, ask if you can save the city at the expense of one mayor. Talk to a civilian who tried to buy an orphan. Pay the mayor generously for the orphan. When it's over, make sure you talk to the people in town."

"Yes."

"One more thing," Benno added, as he bulleted discussing it with the chief cleric.

"Ask me if it's a good idea to use a merchant to spread rumors"

"What rumors?

"Right. … the merciful temple chief is worried that the attack on the small temple may endanger the entire town of Hasse, but may involve even the townspeople who have not joined the raid"

When I heard Benno's words, Marc grinned.

"If we mix the fear of the nobility and the stupidity of the mayor, emphasizing Lord Rosemayne's mercy, with the general opinion that we do not want to engage Hasse because we do not want to get involved, we can, supposedly, incite anxiety, convey our fear of the nobility"

Marc, who thinks about the contents of the rumors for a while, seems somewhat more alive than necessary.

"Rumors spread to the shopkeepers of the big store that the caravan leaving the East Gate should be careful not to get caught up in Hasse's troubles, and if you pay attention, I think you'll be able to talk to even the smaller caravan in no time. The merchant's information network is amazing."

Lutz also put his hand on his jaw to think about it, and he seems to be picturing the situation.

"Both the husbands at the big store have just met face-to-face at an Italian restaurant, and information from the Guilberta Chamber of Commerce, which the new temple chief is gratefully imploring, would it be judged credible?

I didn't expect a connection to the big store owners to come alive in this fashion soon.

Oh, and before me shining my eyes, Benno frowned and raised his hand gently, "Wait a minute," he said.

"Rutz is right, it's easy to spread rumors.... The problem is that rumors also make it public that Hasse attacked the small temple. It's a question of whether the chief clergyman is good or not."

"If the Chief Cleric is good, please contact me immediately. This kind of information warfare is what I specialize in. If you're dealing with that mayor of town, you have no hesitation or brother-in-law. My arms will ring."

Marc had a hooked black grin as he lived and sparkled his eyes.

Surprised by the scary smile that Marc, the lovely butler, had on his face, as I opened my eyes, Benno murmured with a grin that seemed powerless: "You seemed like the mayor's disrespectful demeanor could not rest quite on his stomach".

Speaking of which, he said the attitude of the civilian and the mayor was terrible. Looks like a great opportunity for revenge for Marc.

Now that we have talked about the town of Hasse, I have decided to talk about this winter's support as well.

"I also want to do an orphanage winter support with the Gilberta Chamber of Commerce winter support this year, okay?

"I don't mind this one, but the orphanage support doesn't have to be early?

As Benno narrowed his eyes as he remembered last year, I laid down my shoulders lightly.

"I had to hide and sneak away from the temple chief and the blue cleric last year, so I was desperate to end it during the harvest festival. You don't have to worry about the date this year because I'm the temple chief"

This year we will be wintering to coincide with the Gilberta Chamber of Commerce, Marc nodded as he wrote his plans on the bookboard.

"The people at Rosemaine Workshop are workers, so it's not a problem for more people to help. Please calculate the number needed last year to match the increase or decrease in the number of people and contact us and we will take care of it."

If you leave it to the competent and fast working Marc, there doesn't seem to be a problem.

"Thank you. Then, get a carriage out to the small temple around the harvest festival. The priests of Hasse are also supposed to be in winter cages here, so I'd like you to bring them here before we start full winter support. I will also accompany the soldiers of the escort"

"... busy times, but, well, fine. The little temple and the Italian restaurant all fell apart. Compared to how busy we've been here lately, it'll be a little better."

Um, and Benno, who was roaring, undertook for me. Indeed, the atmosphere, which was tingling due to busyness, is a little loose. Looks like we're finally past our very busy peak.

I wrote down on paper the results of my discussions with the face of the Guilberta Chamber of Commerce and drew up a list of what I had to do. On top of that, I come to a discussion with the Chief Cleric.

"May I talk to you over there today?

As I shifted my gaze to the concealed room, the chief clergyman stood up and opened the door, "It would be good," after laying down his eyes for the first time.

Sitting on my bench as usual, I drop my gaze on my list.

"You look a lot better than Fran's report."

The chief cleric frowned slightly and groaned so. Fran, worried about my health, apparently reported to the Cleric Chief.

"Fran's report is nothing but a lie. I couldn't really sleep for a few days, and I wasn't feeling well enough to get rescheduled from the escort knight. I met Rutz and the others, and I talked, and I changed my mind, so I finally got to sleep."

"... right"

The chief priest, who said so without power, seemed more ill than I am now, and I leaned my neck.

I am also a chief cleric who uses a lot of medication, but I also know that I am often forced to get better with medication. It is rare for a clergyman who says that if he shows weakness, he will be penetrated, to show a face that looks ill.

"Though I feel the chief cleric is somewhat more sloppy?

"When your education was too rigorous, you took great care of yourself."

The clergyman, who consulted me about my insomnia and flirting, was angry with the lord and your father that it was too much, and apparently he got far-fetched bitterness from Fran.

"Those two pushed me to get in your mood outside of the book, but I seem to have recovered, and I'll be better off now"

Except for the book, he misses his gaze as the clergyman said so in a throwing tone that he had no idea.

It's really unusual to see the troubled figure of the all-purpose clergyman doing anything with a cool face.

... No, no, you can't miss such a fun opportunity.

"It's not good. Get in the mood. Here."

"I decided I didn't need it at all. If you have any thoughts, report them."

Since I have been bewitched, I will, after pointing my lips, be briefed by Benno and Marc to describe how dangerous the town of Hasse is, what I know and the difference between the orphanages that Lutz taught me.

"Wait.... No way, you didn't realize what a small temple raid meant?

"It's a building, and this one's intact, and I thought if there was a raid, I'd have to protect the orphans, but I had no idea it was something that would qualify as treason."

I was stunned that I was unaware of the significance of the attack on the small temple, so I said the difference in common sense that Benno was saying.

"Mr. Benno said I have a different sense of common sense."

"What do you mean?

"Mr. Benno said because I mixed the common sense of the poor, the merchants, the temples and the aristocracy little by little where I was weak and didn't go outside... The truth is, previous, different common sense is fundamental here."

If a clergyman peeked into Reino's memories with magic equipment, he would know a little bit that common sense is completely different.

"I began to move consciously in this world, and it was about three years, but in the meantime I began to live as the daughter of a soldier, sticking one foot into the merchant's world for a merchant, and became a blue witch apprentice. Now, as the daughter of a senior aristocrat, she's adopted by the lord, but not just the common sense of the aristocrats, but the common sense of the inhabitants here is completely absent."

"... I'm not sure what that means. What's this all about?

There is no way that the clergyman, who has never been out of the aristocratic society, can understand other values. I remembered the chief priest, who had a face for cultural differences in the small temple, wondering if there were any good analogies, hmm.

"Think about what the clergyman would do if he was suddenly thrown out of town to live in Lower Town. You saw an orphan who didn't use cutlery, and you were frowning, right? I look around and live with myself, thinking I'm wrong, in a completely different way, in terms of manners and language."

You remembered how the orphans were, the chief cleric wrinkles uncomfortably between his eyebrows and lowers the edge of his lips.

"It's dirty, I don't like it, I don't know why you're doing that, I don't know what it means, but I take a meal by hand and live with my language and lifestyle. At least that's how I've lived downtown."

"That was tough."

It was the most realistic caged word of labor I've ever heard from the clergyman about how hard life in Lower Town could have been imagined. Laughing small, I shake my head loosely.

"It's still tough. Although the environment is better and easier to live in than living in Lower Town, my common sense of nobility is different from mine."

"From what I've seen of your memory, you seemed to have a much better life, but you weren't the daughter of a senior aristocrat?

Oh, my God, it seems the chief cleric saw my memory and thought of me as the daughter of a senior aristocrat. Indeed, when I look only at the first time of my life, I also feel like I myself said "like a noble city" because it was the life of an aristocrat.

"I didn't have an identity system per se. … there are many small differences when you look closely, as there is a difference between a merchant and an open-air merchant or traveler, but there was no nobility."

"That... sounds like you should review your education plan from the ground up"

The chief cleric held his temples and exhaled a deep sigh. Apparently, as the daughter of a senior aristocrat, I had an educational plan based on the assumption that I had some knowledge and readiness. It makes sense, Sparta.

"So, what happened to Hasse's breakup plan that you thought about? If it doesn't seem possible, I'll handle it here..."

"No! I've been thinking about it with Mr. Benno and the others."

When I say that while I show my bissi list, the chief cleric says, "I don't think it's the word of someone who was worried about insomnia if he didn't want to. I'm pissed off and lost," he whines disgustingly.

"I'm sorry. But what I didn't want to do, because it's true I couldn't sleep."

As he read through Benno's views and the list that captured Marc's, the Cleric Chief has embarked upon himself with interest.

"... you have a deep connection to Lower Town, that's a unique solution for you. Interesting. I forgive you for using merchants to spread rumors. Try it as it is. I will accompany you to teach you how to treat a nobleman."

It's not the way the original aristocrats did it, but it's going to be strong enough to pick different ways, so practice more and more, the chief cleric said. He's going to use the town of Hasse as my practice platform.

"Um, Chief Cleric. Shouldn't you let Brother Wilfried practice, not just me? I'm your adopted daughter, so even if I were to be your brother's wife, I wouldn't be your lord, would I?

"Right. That's why it's important to educate you."

The Chief Cleric sighed slowly.

"As you know, Wilfried looks a lot like Zilvester. It's not just your face, it's your temper. Then we must raise those who can assist us. Now that you are a son of a lord, you must begin to make up for the lord's shortage."

The last word was entirely the clergyman's way of life.

I do not know whether the clergyman, who has lived as a half-brother neglected by the Lord's Mother, has made a leap to make up for the Lord's shortage in order to gain his place, or whether he has continued to do so by being sought after by his surroundings. But I have trouble pressing that way of life upon me.

"I think that's strange"

"What?"

"Even if they're similar, they're not the same person, so nobody knows if Brother Wilfried will grow up to be an adult with a lord's face like his adoptive father."

And to my word the chief priest narrowed his eyes, saying, Mmm.

"After being harshly raised as a lord, it's normal for your surroundings to make up for the shortage, but you wouldn't have to lord a child who's left in the wild without such a busy education, would you? I have brothers."

If I make up for a lord who is seriously striving and working hard with a rigorous education, I will cooperate as much as I can beyond being an adopted daughter of a lord, and if I know a face that perfectly performs the role of lord, like Zilvester, I can respect it.

But Vilfried is just my outrageous child. I don't feel more responsible or anything than a kid in Lower Town who becomes an apprentice at the end of the baptism ceremony. I am not convinced that I will be more challenged than necessary for a child who has just fled.

"As a blood relative, the Chief Cleric should give priority to Brother Wilfried's education over mine."

Even my lord's son, the Wilfried opponent, if he were a clergyman of equal standing, I think he could do a bloodthirsty education, tying him to a chair or producing trauma, unlike a reluctant escort or side-service. Once you do that, it's good to know how spoiled you've been.

To my claim the chief cleric shook his head slowly.

"Unfortunately, I can't do that"

"... why?

As I leaned my neck, the Chief Cleric said clearly with a most serious face.

"I hate stupid lazy people. I don't even try, when I see Vilfleet just running away, I want to get out of my heart and my gall chills and pounce into the Valley of Fear. I said that to Zilvester before, and he asked me to stay away from him."

Sure, I know you don't want to keep this trauma producer close. But a lord would have to be tougher.

When I wondered if I could manage to make the chief priest a teacher of Wilfried, I had a poisonously sweet grin that caused the chief priest my insomnia.

"In exchange for Wilfried, you are truly worthy of working out. I get results, and it's really interesting to see unexpected opinions coming out. Makes me want to try that and this."

"Yes, I don't like it. I want to read a book once I've done the least."

"At least......? Hmm. I'd do anything for the book, and I'm interested in where your driving force comes from. Really funny."

Apparently, this poisonous scary smile was a clergyman's smile in a very good mood. You can't miss a child.

Weird. My heart and guts are mourned from the cold before Vilfleet. I slipped away from my sight softly from the chief clergyman as I rubbed my slender arms.

... The chief clergyman frowned a little as usual, I thought the unhumane faceless expression was the kindest face. Smile, I'm scared!