Ascendance of a Bookworm

When I saw Wilfried off to the temple in a big shake, I headed with Richarda to Wilfried's room.

When Richarda confirms that there are no significant differences in room amenities, she calls the head of Vilfleet to prepare her for study at the table before the teacher arrives.

"Osvalt, if you don't get ready soon, you'll have a teacher"

"Master Wilfried always escapes, so it's rare to be used even when you have all the study tools. It's nice to be able to do something that looks like a normal side job like this."

"What a swallowing thing... If you escaped, you'd have to catch him. Let the escort knight do his job."

Richarda, who raised Zilvester, lifted her eyebrows with a kick. Not only does Osvalt say he has failed, but he praises his shoulders and prepares his study tools.

Soon the teacher arrived.

"Allow me to pray for blessings on the conservative fruitful day of Szeria, the goddess of wind, on the encounter guided by the Gods"

"I forgive you."

"Bless the new Lord, Szczeria, goddess of the wind. … I'll be the first to see you. I worship the princesses' teachers, my name is Mauritz. After that, I want you to know me."

Quickly I looked up to Mauritz excitedly, trying to study.

"What studies is Brother Wilfried doing?

"We're practicing basic letters now"

"Well! So you still can't even write the basic letters!? Are you good at calculating and you are biased by your specific gravity!?

Though I knew that Wilfried could not write letters, it seemed that Richarda did not know the progress of the study of Wilfried. I once walk with a big strand and stuck it in Mauritz.

"... no, neither, not yet..."

When Mauritz muttered with a very small voice and seemingly difficult to answer, Richarda opened her eyes and dropped an oversized thunder.

"Osvalt, Mauritz! What the hell are they doing!? Are you willing to raise Master Wilfried!? Line up there, all of you!

From there, Richarda is unrivaled. Gather all the sidelines and all the remaining escorts, and Richarda's sermon begins. Even if I look at Richarda's anger, I think Wilfried's degree of abandonment sucks.

There was an excuse for the sidelines and the escorts. The words, although they had been kicked over by Richarda, I tried to gather them together and found that there were major problems with the environment of Vilfleet. To sum it up briefly, it's "almost Zilvester's fault".

Apparently, Zilvester took up the status of lord in contention with his distant sister of the year, but he didn't like such contention and decided on his succession to Wilfried. Maybe it's the kindness of Zilvester not to let him do what he didn't like, but that was a complete mistake.

Originally, the sons of lords born of their rightful wives have equal inheritance rights, chosen by the amount of magic and their own qualities. For this reason, all the servants and teachers attached to the Lord's Son come together to raise their children. Naturally, whether or not the Lord we serve will make a big difference in our future and in the prosperity of our clan.

So, in the case of Zilvester, if he tried to escape his studies, the real Calstead chased him and caught him, and Richarda was holding his eyes up and scolding him. It was natural to make him do what he needed to do to grow, even if he didn't like it.

But Wilfried has already decided, with Zilvester's intentions, to become the next lord. Then who will seriously respond? If you scold a child, they decide not to like you. Nobody scolds Wilfried because it's so much easier to make them do what they want and stay in the mood, and it's for their future. It's done with "I'm in trouble".

"Osvalt, what the hell do you think a senior aristocrat with blood ties to the lord will be attached to the lead side service of the lord's son for!? It will be to persevere in stopping the endurance of a child trying to wield a difference in identity! Master Wilfried should have had Lamprecht on him too, what are you doing!?

You can do whatever you want if you run away with Gilvester, who got caught and made you study. In Wilfried, even if you're running away the same way, it's completely different. No matter how similar your temper is, you can't grow up the same way.

Besides, according to stories from the past that I left to Richarda's wrath to start telling, Gilvester had a half-brother named Ferdinand come into the castle and changed. His youngest son, Zilvester, said he tried his best to show his first brother a bit of goodness. Since the years are apart, no matter how good the chief clergyman is, he will soon be pulled out, leading to the growth of Zilvester.

But in the case of Wilfried, who has a sibling close to his age, he shouldn't go the same way. My brother, who has been lazy for a long time, will be plucked by his siblings in no time. As it is, all I see is a future where Vilfleet messes with me.

"... Richarda, scolding the sidelines any more doesn't make sense if the fundamentals don't change. Wouldn't it be better if I talked to my adoptive father and adoptive mother once about Brother Wilfried's education policy and study plan?

All the side servants and escort knights preached to you, they look like souls lost. You won't get any more of this into your head, and it's a waste of time. If the situation is bad, it is better to change it as soon as possible.

"Yeah, princess. Master Zilvester was running away from you, so I guess you can't see the awful reality of Mr. Wilfried that he still can't even read or write the basic letters with such a sweet idea that he just tried to escape from studying a little and it's no big deal or it's obvious because he doesn't have any kids who like to study. I'll see you soon."

Side service and escort knights are dropping off Richarda's angry head and rough nose leaving the room with a face that looks like his soul has fallen out. I guess they also didn't recognize that spoiling Wilfried was too routine to be scolded so far, but I think this is a dereliction of duty.

"Okay, Dr. Mauritz. Let's plan your education, Brother Wilfried."

"What is the Princess's study..."

"As far as I'm concerned, I would have preferred to study to plan my education, but isn't the only teaching material Dr. Mauritz has available is a list of basic letters, a table of numbers and a simple formula? Even the children in the orphanage I take care of are easy to do… now they won't be my study."

At least prepare one or so of the books I have never read, I would add in my heart.

"If you don't have about basic letters and numbers ready to read and write by winter, will you have trouble? From now on, will we manage to make it?"

"... Princess Rosemayne, in my words, I don't think that what I have been unable to do over the years will be able to do by winter"

I'm saying things farther away that I don't have a bad arm, I can't help it because Vilfleet escapes, but I don't think it's a bad way to do it, either, even if it takes me a few years to read and write. Why didn't you devise a teaching method so you could be interested?

"The orphanage children I take care of are now all able to read, write and calculate basic letters in one winter. What you need is a way to be interested and a competitor."

If things had gone according to the schedule I gave to the Cleric Chief, Wilfried would have been in an orphanage by now, doing a carta with the children, and failing miserably.

Dealing with aristocratic children in the winter social world, bye! and were going to bring in the picture books, cartas and cards to open, but you just have to give Wilfried one foot away. If you're really similar in temper to Zilvester, you'll remember desperately to win.

"Ask Richarda to fly the Ordnants and bring the materials to Master Ferdinand. Tomorrow morning's study time will teach Dr. Maurice how to use that material."

And because your child's concentration doesn't last, make one subject a different one when you start to get tired of it. Make sure you do it, little by little, every day. Make a lot of small assignments and discuss the basics of education such as reporting only what you can to the Lords and their wives at the dinner table for compliments.

Teachers had initially made their eyes black and white, but gradually they began to see me with mixed eyes of fear.

"... Princess Rosemaine... well, I don't think I've just finished my baptism"

"It would be the fruit of Dear Ferdinand's education. … there are many other secrets, but when you try to learn a woman's secrets, there are myths and stories that don't turn out to be a busy result."

Laughing huffily, this time the teacher looked at me completely in the eyes of fear.

... I didn't mean to scare you, don't pry, but it seemed like a failure.

I had completely forgotten that I was an anomaly because I was surrounded only recently by people who did not treat me like a normal child. Normal kids don't explain how to educate their teachers, and they don't make plans for their older brother the same year.

"Master Ferdinand said I am not an ordinary child. Don't make a statement to Brother Wilfried, who is a normal child, to compare you to me. Because it just cuts motivation."

Mauritz moved his head, looking at me with the eyes of a creepy object.

Richarda won't come back even if the 5 bell rings. Either it's taking me a while to get a meeting appointment, or I'm scolding Zilvester because I was heating up pretty good. Is that the latter?

"Osvalt, what time is it after this?

Teacher Mauritz left the room with an education plan up to winter, so I was scolded by Richarda and called out to Osvalt, who was trembling at the crisis of dismissal.

Osvalt answers with a respectful attitude.

"It's free time. Master Wilfried has worked out his sword, and if a visit request has passed, he has gone to see his sister and younger brother in the main building. How does Princess Rosemaine spend her time?

There is only one way to spend my free time, etc. And I strike my hand with a pong, and hehe, and a pleasant grin.

"There's a library in this castle, too, right?

"Of course, sir..."

"Please guide me"

Guided by Osvalt, I travel to the library with my horseback. I see it over and over again with my neck tilted like a side service or escort knight of Wilfried coming about me sees something strange, peering inside, but I don't care.

Looking back two or three times, but then you'll get used to it, as the aristocracy, presumably a civilian, did a little.

"How spacious this library is!

The library room at the castle was much larger than the library room at the temple. Lots of books. There's a bunch of big books lined up, and they're packed with material that's going to stick out of the shelves. I feel like I've seen it all along, and I think there are dozens of books big enough that I can't carry, hundreds of books big enough to carry.

Unlike the Temple Library, which had a strong meaning, this was really a library. The smell of old paper is pleasant and it just feels invigorating to be in this space.

I was going to accelerate the legend of the Virgin to privatize the Temple Library in the future, but I might as well be a civilian and work as a clerk here. If you can make this place free, it's worth considering being Wilfried's daughter-in-law, who is said to be a lord, as one means.

"Ha, happy...... I can't believe we can go around so many books. Osvalt, will you take the leftmost book on that shelf? If you take it, you can do another job."

"... is it another job?

"You're busy serving, aren't you? Richarda is something that always moves around. You can go back to your room with the escort knight at least."

Osvalt, who took the book for me, blinks wonderfully, but I don't know what it means to be made wonder. Aside from my care, the temple's side servants had tons of work to do, and Richarda seems busy moving around in the room after giving me books. There must be a lot of work to be done.

"If anyone wants to read with me, leave them as a matter of priority. I think it's nice to share this happiness. And don't speak up until dinner time, unless you need something."

When I said only what I wanted to say, I opened the book in paralysis. My face naturally loosens to the first book I read.

... Nice, Brother Wilfried. I can't believe I have free time every day.

What I started reading was a collection of knight stories that the bard sings about knights. From now on, even as I make books, they are very informative.

I've been busy for a while now, and only when Fran plugged me in from time to time did I get time to read the book slowly. I'm sincerely glad I switched lives with Vilfleet.

I looked softly at the surface of the paper, my eyes narrowed to the smell of ink, and I completely let down my consciousness into the world of stories. Vision is used only to see the letters, and the extra sound is shut out.

Having lived an undisturbed time of bliss, I was not at all aware that Brother Wilfried's sidelines and escort knights stood around me immersed in the book with bewildered faces.

"Princess, I'm coming to dinner!

The book was taken up by Richarda, and I return to me hah.

It's a shame that the princess's escort knight had just begun to exorcise the Warcraft in order to protect the Father King and help the cursed princess.

"Richarda, can I borrow this book and bring it back to my room?

"Yeah, I did. Let's go through the process. Osvalt, please lend me this book. I'll call the princess and take you to the cafeteria."

Leaving Osvalt to do his job, Richarda seems to have mounted an appointment with me to talk about Vilfleet at dinner on her way to the dining room, breathing that we have to discuss it carefully. As expected, it seems that we have already expressed a number of opinions at the stage of attaching our commitments.

"Richarda, I want Master Ferdinand to fly the Ordnants."

"Oh, what the hell can I do for you, Ferdinand boy?

"I'd like you to bring me some material for Brother Wilfried. At dinner, the chief clergyman should return to his room, so I don't think Brother Wilfried will ever hear from you after six bells ring."

"Six bells have already rang, princess."

Richarda sighed like she was frightened. While immersed in the book, they already rang the bell. I didn't know.

As soon as I get back to the room, Richarda prepares the Ordnants for me. I spoke toward a bird that had changed its shape with magic.

"Dear Ferdinand, this is Rosemaine. It would be helpful to have Fran prepare my carta, picture books and cards and bring them here, as we discuss my adoptive father's and Brother Wilfried's educational plans. Even after your brother goes to bed..."

"Please bring it by tomorrow, Ferdinand Boy"

Richarda's no push came in, so it will arrive by tomorrow. The Ordnants fly as Richarda's Starp moves.

Ordonanz came back on his way to get dressed.

"Let Fran get ready to take it, so the discussion can wait for my arrival. My dinner's already over, so I don't need it."

Three times with a chilling anger caged voice, Ordonanz returns to the Demon Stone. I don't know what the hell Wilfried did, but I can hear what's going on at the temple today, so maybe it's just fine.

Having finished dressing, I head to the dining room with Osvalt, where my anger is still holding me around my stomach with Richarda dropping her shoulders.

There was an adoptive father in the dining room with a bitter face and a headache face, and an adoptive mother with a gentle grin.

"I'm sorry I'm late. Thank you for waiting."

And when I take my seat, I am bewitched by my adoptive father.

"Richarda's been yelling at the clerk's office, but what's the difference?

"... Though I think you'll want to yell at me, even if it's not Richarda? Do you know how bad the situation is and you say so?

When I tilted my neck, my adoptive father and father narrowed their eyes together. They both look like they have no idea what's going on. It seems better to wait for the clergyman's dry criticism than for me to say something.

"Since Master Ferdinand will be here later, would you like to discuss Brother Wilfried after the meal and have a meal first?

"Is Ferdinand coming too," said his adoptive father, smiling in disgust.

"As Ferdinand told me about Vilfleet, how could they have switched lives with Vilfleet?

When the meal was carried and began to eat, Zilvester asked me to break the silence. Your father looks interested to see this one too.

Conversely, Richarda involved was frowning slightly and Osvalt seemed to lean over her shoulder narrowly.

"I had half of Richarda's sermons angry with Brother Wilfried's current state of affairs for your afternoon study, and the other half had my brother's education plan with Dr. Maurice. There was nothing in your brother's material that might be of use to me. Haven't you ever heard a report about your brother and thought nothing of it?

He had his own experience, after easily hiding that the side service and teachers were too inconvenient, so he naturally thought he would be made to study afterwards if he was reported to have "escaped and been caught today".

Even for your father, Zilvester often escaped, so he seemed to laugh at Lamprecht telling him that he had "escaped even today," but that it was the path he had taken, too.

"It was a long time since I had free time after the 5 bells, so I came to the library. This library is very spacious, has a lot of books, and my heart plays, or is it happiness... Had a blissful time. I'd like to exchange my life with Brother Wilfried for a while, cage him in the library, and read the books in order from the edge."

When I told him how much fun it was, Zilvester shook his head to say he couldn't understand.

"Totally understandable, why don't you just read the book at your leisure?

"... I don't have free time right now, do I? At the end of breakfast, we practice feche peel up to 3 bells, and then until lunch, we help Master Ferdinand in his stewardship. After lunch, we have meetings with workshop officials, orphanage lookouts, including Hasse, study rituals, and train people to handle magic."

There's so much free time. It must be hard to rush because Wilfried is going to the temple as my replacement, he added, and Zilvester peeled his eyes off.

"Whatever it takes, it's not a lot of work for a kid to do."

"Isn't it your adoptive father who waved the job to that child? It would have been easier if it hadn't been for the foreclosure of the Italian restaurant that my adoptive father ordered and the expansion of the printing industry, wouldn't it?

What are you talking about, as I breathed out my sighs, as I left you unscrupulous, Zilvester peered into me with a stunned face.

"... who hasn't left it to Ferdinand? I assigned it to Ferdinand on the assumption that he would do most of it, didn't I?

"Huh? I can't do that. Does Lord Ferdinand add to his work as chief clergyman the work of the temple chief that I cannot do, and occasionally face his adoptive father's assistant, the Knights, if he comes to the castle? Where on earth can you afford to be involved in a new cause when you are also taking on my education in one hand? You expect too much from Master Ferdinand. There are limits to how good you are."

I was too busy to die, and my adoptive father groaned at me with a face like he'd never noticed. "... Is the temple's work difficult?".

... Huh? What are you talking about by now, this guy?

"If you think you're moving more than a hundred organizations by yourself, Master Ferdinand, don't you see how hard that is? You don't have the people to share roles, do you?

"No, but the temple has no choice but to send a book because it has nothing to do with it, or a tool because it makes magic tools," he said. Glad you could do it, didn't you think?

Apparently, the adoptive father thought the clergyman was free at the temple. Maybe that was when there were a lot of blue clerics. The clergyman now is busy with a pile of work at a glance.

Between the adoptive father, who wanted to be impotent, and the clergyman, who did not want to say that he could not, the current report was not accurately communicated. He also thought that what I had been reporting to my adoptive father was a message or an extraction from the chief cleric.

"My adoptive father, when it comes to the printing industry, I am at the centre. Now that I'm so busy that I don't even have time to read a book, I'm glad to know that I can afford a little more when it comes to the printing industry."

"... ok. Proceed with your progress."

Zilvester exhaled loudly and waved. "I'm sorry I didn't notice," he mutters small.

... Mr. Benno, Mr. Marc, Lutz, you've got a little extra time! You did it!

When I gutted in my heart, the dining room door opened with a noise, and the clergyman with an extremely grumpy face came in.

The chief cleric's eyes are half-eyed and his eyebrows are tight. The air in the dining room became cold as frozen and all stretched their spines naturally.

The clergyman opens his mouth as he walks straight to his adoptive father.

"Zilvester, you can't do that. Wilfried, take him off the trail."