Ascendance of a Bookworm

I heard a quiet anger caged in my voice and a breathtaking sound. I don't have any more complexion, such as Osvalt, the head sidekick of Wilfried.

"Zilvester, I recognize them as lords. Even if you ever escape from paperwork, you never escape at the heart of it, because you clearly carry your role and responsibilities as a lord. That's why I've trusted the words of those who say that Wilfried has a very similar temper and that even when I heard he was running away from his teachers, he was doing something similar a lot,"

The chief cleric speaks pale. The fact that the tone is quiet makes me feel even more angry and scared. What the hell did Wilfried do in the Temple to piss off the Chief Cleric?

Even though I'm not mad at myself, it feels like my stomach area is squeezed up all the time, and I reflexively want to apologize for "I'm sorry," maybe because I'm pissed off from time to time.

"Even if Vilfried becomes a lord, with an excellent assistant, it's fine, but Vilfried is not a Zilvester. And Lamprecht is not Kalsted either. It doesn't matter if you have similar temper or behavior."

"That's... it's obvious because even when you say parent and child, it's someone else, right?

Your father frowned a little as he stroked his jaw.

"Oh, it's someone else. Until Rosemaine pointed me out, I somehow thought I'd grow up the same way because I was similar. But no. I can't think of a Zilvester who carries the blame because he's a lord and a vilfried who tries to escape the challenge by shaking his identity as a lord's son"

"Yes! I have a question"

I raise my hand viscidly toward the clergyman, who is clearly determined. It seemed like he was behaving like he was going to bust out the frozen air, and everyone looked at me breathlessly.

As he draws attention, the Chief Cleric nods gently urging ahead.

"What did Master Ferdinand see of Brother Wilfried and give such an answer? I think removing it from the succession candidate is very influential, so why did you decide no?"

Seeing Zilvester as he tried to get himself on for answers, Hmm, the chief cleric stroked his jaw.

"Because the child I know well is Rosemaine, I was wondering if it looks inferior because it compares to Rosemaine and unconsciousness. But it wasn't. Vilfleet is inferior to orphanage children, merchant apprenticeships working in workshops and serving Rosemaine"

Gilvester and Florencia watched over the hard evaluation. It would be because the evaluation of teachers and flanking services that I have heard so far was very different from that of the Chief Cleric.

It was too much to say, and I frowned only slightly upon the voice of Zilvester, who groaned small. It's not too much to say or anything. It's true.

"It must be inferior and natural"

He looked at me as if the lords and wives had done a little in my speech. But I am not willing to stop speaking. If we don't get a good sense of the current situation, we can't fix the environment or admonish Wilfried.

"The children of my orphanage are severely shamelessly shameless whenever they are to serve a blue cleric. Lutz and Gill, who live their days with a sense of purpose and constant effort to improve, and Brother Wilfried, whose surroundings are neither patient nor hardworking through all their endeavors, will not be subject to comparison.... Nevertheless, what did your brother do to make Master Ferdinand so angry?

The person who most responded to my chase and dropped the item was Osvalt, the head sidekick of Wilfried. If the two of you told me that I was inferior to an orphan, it would not just be a dry criticism, I seem to have changed my perception a little.

"Wilfried can't even sit down and listen, and he doesn't try to do what he tells him to do the assignment, If that's the case, I could stand it because I'm used to it in Zilvester. But Alle tried to escape, wielding her position that she was the son of a lord. You can't take a fool as your lord who uses his identity to escape responsibility."

The clergyman coldly tells me to remove him from the candidacy for succession. That was a serious word, an attitude that had no island to attach at all. The complexion of Zilvester, who felt the unyielding seriousness of the clergyman, changes.

"Wait, Ferdinand. Improve immediately. That's as much as I was when I was young..."

"Master Zilvester! I have told you many times that you and Mr. Wilfried are of different degrees. Didn't you hear!?

Zilvester mumbled all the way to Richarda's thunder, which was dropped as he tried to cover his son.

The Chief Cleric's eyes narrowed softly. Looking at Zilvester, it becomes a slightly distant eye, like looking at someone else, with a slightly raised lip end, shaping a crisp grin.

"If you live as a son of a lord, it is only natural that you strive and achieve results. He is not a son of a lord, such as useless enough to leave no results. The cost of raising them is wasted. Incompetence is not worth living. You can't leave it in a castle like a useless lord's son, so if you don't want to be thrown out, you need a lot of accomplishment."

I have been told something a little softer, but with similar implications, when imposing the challenge "because I have become the adoptive daughter of the lord" and "because in the future I will assist the lord as the son of the lord".

I'm going in from the margins, so I thought it was harsh, but the chief cleric seems to demand the same from everyone, if he's the son of a lord. Tough, but fair and easy to understand.

That's the chief cleric, and unlike me nodding, Zilvester held his temple and shook his head.

"Ferdinand, no matter how much, that statement would be too harsh on a 7-year-old"

To the words of Zilvester, the Chief Cleric darkens his grin. That was a grin like a mixture of ridicule and laughter.

"What are you talking about, Zilvester? This is something that my mother has been telling me ever since I was seven when I was brought to the castle for the christening ceremony. Too harsh? Don't talk crazy."

I could not hide my sigh, knowing the roots of harsh fruitionism for both the clergyman himself and others.

From the point of view of the clergyman, who has been forced to rebuild his health with medication and live from an early age, who has always been cornered with harsh attitudes and words, showing no weakness, he would be too sweet and nauseous, such as the current state of Wilfried.

"If you are a son of a lord and a vilfried who has been raised by that man, then naturally you are determined to this extent. It's that attitude then, so it's appropriate to scrap it and get it out of the castle. Now that we lack magic, we can keep it in the temple."

Feeling deep resentment and anger at the words spouted pale, my surroundings drank Gokuri and spit.

I was optimistic that the clergyman had been neglected by the former temple chief and his adoptive father's mother because he was close to Zilvester, although I also somehow knew the circumstances without knowing them in detail. He was pulled away from his parents shortly after the christening ceremony, he was given harsh words by his adoptive mother, and he didn't even think he had lived biting off his lips.

Zilvester bit his back teeth all the way to the consolidation of an honest argument he had no intention of disputing. Florencia gently reaches out to the shoulders of such a Zilvester. Gilvester, who raised his face to seek salvation, looked at Florencia's face and solidified in a pique.

"Master Zilvester, what did you say to me? There's nothing wrong with it because I grow it just like myself. You said that if you left it to your mother-in-law, you'd grow up to be at least the same lord as yourself, and you took Vilfleet's upbringing from me and left it to your mother-in-law, didn't you?

The daughter-in-law war was intense, and "I can't let my daughter-in-law, who has just been married and doesn't know this custom, raise my children," Florencia said, taking Vilfried up by her aunt.

Zilvester's mother seemed extraordinarily cute about Wilfried, her first grandson, who looked very much like Zilvester, but from what I see now, I just think that was a mistake.

... you're the one who kept sheltering that temple chief. Maybe it's deep emotional, but you mean people who spoil the bad type, right?

It is sweet in the body and terribly harsh on those who come from the margins, like the Cleric Chief and Florence. I have a headache just thinking about what kind of education I was giving Vilfleet.

My child was forcibly taken away, and he was cut off as useless incompetent. Florencia, her mother, stares at Zilvester with anger in her smile.

"Is this the result I left to my mother-in-law? Who's going to support Vilfleet, even as he continues to be a lord?

"No, that's..."

"I don't have any excuses. You did irrevocable things to Wilfried."

The blue eyes that are burning in anger in my smile look dazzling. His eyes glanced around the dining room, stopping perfectly at Osvalt's, who was holding back behind me.

"I'm disappointed in you, Osvalt."

"Dear Florencia! Wait! I..."

"Neither excuses for laziness nor excuses for failing to give us accurate reports are necessary. What I want to know is the exact status quo."

The adoptive mother turned to me with a quiet smile. Under my smile, I see a clear anger that I don't know who it is against. I was angry, crying, screaming, cursing the person responsible might be somewhat refreshing, but I pushed it to death, and I thought I had beautiful eyes to look ahead.

"Rosemaine, how did you feel? Can you honestly tell me what you thought of the environment surrounding Vilfleet and the current state of Vilfleet compared to your side and escort knights?

"Yes, adoptive mother.... I can read and write calculations for merchants entering and leaving my workshop, as well as for the side of orphanage growing up. It can now be done in a winter. Yet my brother could not believe that he could not even be attached to a teacher and take several years to do so. I spent the day wondering if your brother didn't have enough goals, seriousness and environment."

"Is it a goal, seriousness and environment?

Florencia's eyes, slightly narrowed, look at me, looking for things to improve.

"If you have a clear goal that you want this to happen, people will strive. I don't think Brother Wilfried, who is set as his next lord, has a goal. I don't even make serious efforts because I don't have a goal. And because I don't try, I don't know the sense of accomplishment I can get by trying and doing my assignments. Not only that, but someone close to me who praises success and delights with me, a competitor I don't think I want to lose… I didn't think there was enough environment at all for me to grow"

With a slight nod, next to Florencia listening seriously, Gilvester becomes a bitter face.

"... there won't be any need for competition. If you're outside, you don't want it between your flesh and blood."

"Competition is important to grow. If we are to develop our talents as lords, I think we should let our succession compete and decide. Your adoptive father may have pioneered a kick-off between your brothers, but isn't that also a necessary challenge to avoid getting too sweet in your body again?

Even though, I add in my heart that the clan here seems sweet inside me. Florencia nodded loudly, as if she had heard the voice.

"If you really want to succeed Brother Wilfried, my adoptive father, why didn't you put Richarda on Brother Wilfried, not me? Richarda is the one who raised his adoptive father, so if it had been accompanied by Richarda, he would have been harsh without being in the mood of his brother or anything. I still can't even read the basic characters, and I don't think the numbers were half as good."

With affection, Richarda is a valuable person who can scold your father, adoptive father and clergyman all together. I think you should have attached it to Vilfleet, not me, who is often in the temple and less in the castle.

"We're in a position to take responsibility even if we don't like the future. You'd want to make me relax as a kid, wouldn't you? Wouldn't it be pathetic to be too tight?"

"Isn't it pathetic that this state of affairs continues, and you can't even read and write calculations, and you're treated like an idiot compared to your upcoming educated sibling? How pathetic I think it would be for me to be ashamed without only one fesh peel being able to play before the aristocracy gathers at the unveiling of winter, but what does my adoptive father think?

When it comes to the mood of parents who want to get rid of what they didn't like, it sounds good, but the reality is gentle abuse. To Zilvester, who was kind and did not think what he was doing was a bad thing, I stuck to what would happen in the near future.

"... that's true, but I let them practice at an early age. You could play a fesh peel or something, right?

Richarda hoisted her eyebrows and advanced all the way before Zilvester, who would bring out her own childhood to attract her.

"Dear Mr. Zilvester, I, Mr. Wilfried, did not like practice today, and I am always on the run, so I still can't even hold down the scale, but how do you play it? How do you get a lord to do his job when you don't know the basic letters after all these years?

"Even if I can't do it now, I'll be able to do it sooner or later"

"The foundations are completely different in Lady Zilvester, who has been tapped into what she needs, even if she doesn't like it, and Lady Wilfried, who has no one to tap into. How stubborn are you? Look straight at the problem, like you did when you were on duty!

Watching Bishi scold the lord, I still think Richarda should be the lord's blood educator.

"Dear Gilvester, it is no longer my mother-in-law, and you will return everything concerning the education of Wilfried to me. I can't leave Vilfleet to you, who won't admit the status quo when it comes to your body, just as you couldn't convict your mother-in-law or the former temple chief until you're critical."

Florencia, smiling and neatly branded unhelpful to Zilvester, sat back slightly to turn her back on Zilvester and looked straight at me.

"Rosemaine, how would you improve the environment if you were the one who made reading and writing calculations available to orphanage children in the winter? With the environment in place, now, we may still make it to the winter unveiling"

I nod cocklessly in the serious eyes of a mother who wants to do something about my child.

"Right. First, let us have a proper inheritance fight. I tell him that I can't let him succeed in this lazy state, which makes him feel critical. I can't help but feel the crisis in person, so more and more people who can't take sides and escort knights seriously will replace them."

"Aren't we going to replace them all immediately?

To the words of Florence I shook my head gently.

"I also find it unsettling that all of a sudden the blush in everyone's face changes because the side service is close to life. Instead of leaving a familiar blush, I'll add Richarda as a director."

"Get Richarda? Isn't that your lead?"

Raising a surprising voice, Florencia compares me to Richarda.

"I have a harvest festival coming up, and I have to do winter support for the orphanage, so I have little time to be in the castle until the winter social world. In the meantime, all you have to do is get Richarda to re-educate his sidekick and escort knights."

If it's just a room chore, there are other things to serve. Education in Wilfried is also important, but we need more education around us than that. You should thoroughly tap into what it means to raise your next lord to Richarda, who can't even lift his head.

"That's comforting, but is Richarda okay?

"Of course, Master Florencia. You can't leave Master Wilfried like that alone."

Richarda, who stares down at Osvalt, is already in a state of war. Reliable.

"Then I command Richarda as my Lord. In my absence, please do your utmost to prepare your brother's environment as a supervisor in Brother Wilfried's room."

"I do pray for your life"

Richarda kneels on the spot and drips her neck. Anger diminished from Florencia's smile as she relieved herself a little.

"Then, for growth, you should show your parents' backs. Specifically, you look at the father you're working with, and you work like this, and you inscribe it in your goals and minds, and you make it your goal. Once every two or three days, it doesn't have to be that long, so why don't you line up your desk in your adoptive father's office?

I don't know what I do or what I'm responsible for, so it's easy to shake my identity. If you're a lord, you better teach them what they have to do.

"Well, that's a nice idea. Will Wilfried study in the office, and Mr. Zilvester will run the errand?

"Florencia......"

A slight Zilvester rebellion, calling with a troubled voice, is enclosed in Florence's smile.

"My son's role model is more important than walking out of Lower Town in the name of patience. You can work with me as a father, right?

"... too, of course"

Zilvester said, "How do you know you went out of town?" I just said, "I'll admit it. Instead of scratching the information and immediately questioning or banning it, it looks like you should apprentice the arms you effectively use when you're here.

"Is there anything else you can come up with?

"... after that, is it an escort knight? Unless you catch Brother Wilfried with no palm, and you're the kind of person who can be tied to a chair without hesitation, it's not for your brother's escort knight. I think Brother Eckhardt is better suited than Brother Lamprecht."

I think Brother Eckhardt, who has been an adult for several years, stands around better in many ways than Brother Lamprecht, who has been an adult for a year and a half. Besides, as you can see from what he said about respecting the Chief Cleric because he and the Chief Cleric were close and had a lot of time together, Brother Eckhardt is likely to be able to smile and treat him harshly.

"Eckhardt is no good. Before Lord Wilfried's christening ceremony, I spoke once and for all, but he refuses."

It was your father who shook his head.

I said, "For once?" Tilt his neck, the chief clergyman gently clasped his shoulders.

"Rosemaine, Eckhardt is my escort knight. I couldn't take him to the temple, so now he's training and clerical work for newcomers in the Knights, but he's still supposed to accompany me as my escort knight when I'm out in public."

I've never known it before. Well, the chief cleric is also the son of a lord, so it's not strange to have an escort knight. I never saw him follow me in the temple or in the castle, so I had no idea.

"I have an escort knight in my temple, so why don't I bring an escort knight with me, too, Chief Cleric?

"No, Rosemaine, who became head of the temple at the life of the lord as the adoptive daughter of the lord, and I entered the temple myself to show externally that I would not engage with the political world, are in a different position"

I just have to be convinced that if you say so, yes. But since the adoptive father's mother, who has treated the chief priest coldly, has also lost her legs, will she not prostitute herself? No, I'd be in trouble if they did it now.

"He says Eckhardt is not willing to serve anything other than Ferdinand. A stranger who kicks in the position of the next lord's escort knight and still gladly follows Ferdinand, who became a cleric."

That said, your father clasped his shoulders gently.

If you are putting that much shoulder in the Cleric Chief, you will definitely want to avoid serving the Wilfried, who has been raised by those who have treated the Cleric Chief cold. If I forced him to serve, he's going to get a weird eight hits on Vilfleet.

"If Brother Eckhardt can't, we'll have to train Brother Lamprecht."

"Hung, how much have you improved the environment, if you're not willing to be in person, it's useless. Better invest in educating younger siblings yet. Retreat useless incompetence early. If it leaves its roots behind, it's a hassle."

The chief clergyman rang his nose and said coldly, not liking the flow of trying to improve the current situation in Wilfried.

"Wait, Master Ferdinand. Not yet. If the environment was just bad, you just need to get the environment in order. My side of the service, which Ferdinand admitted earlier, was Gil, who was said to be one of the orphanage's most troubled children. If you are motivated by yourself even at the age of 10, you will change. Brother Wilfried is seven years old."

If you want to change, it's a year where you can grow enough to keep an eye on yourself. He looked at me with his face shining as Zilvester had found the light of hope in my words defending Wilfried.

"Is it true, Rosemaine!? You're still gonna make it!?

"... of course, it depends on the motivation and effort of the person. Because there's nothing you can do without."

The clergyman was too symmetrical, like chewing up a bitter bug, compared to the kind of Zilvester who found hope. The chief clergyman clung to my cheek, wondering if you wanted to abolish Vilfleet that far.

"Rosemaine, who, are you going to use your time and strength for extra things like regenerating a fool who has all that challenges but only thinks about escaping from the start? It would be foolish to the point, and there would be no room for that. Stop it."

Though the words are prickly, I think they worry about my health. On a very positive note, maybe.

I glanced up at the Chief Cleric, holding down my tingling cheeks.

"As Master Ferdinand said, I cannot afford that. But even though I know the environment is bad, I feel bad about leaving it like this and being obsolete. It was finally possible for Florencia, her mother, to speak out about her education. If you can raise them, why don't you raise them?"

"Rosemayne, I'm telling you not to run into emotions and hold extras. It's your bad habit."

And I looked down upon the golden eye, which contained a glimpse of the ill-defined student, and rebelliously pointed my lips, and I looked up to the chief cleric.

"... So it would be nice if you were motivated by Brother Wilfried?

"What do you mean?

"I'm putting out two issues in the schedule I gave Fran."

And when I stood two fingers, the chief priest narrowed his eyes as if he had only a little interest.

"It's about remembering the words of prayer and memorizing the songs of Feshpeel. If Brother Wilfried was doing his assignment, it just means the environment is bad and he's motivated. Again, Ferdinand would like to help you with your education plan."

"Cooperation is what are you gonna let me do?

I grin, too, at the cold laughter that I have said is futile.

"Put a drink in Brother Lamprecht, who was fomenting and spoiling the sense of crisis by threatening Brother Wilfried with obsolescence"

It is too pathetic for Wilfried to be told about obsolescence by parents who have had little contact before. Parents want to keep it in the role of candy that compliments, comforts and rewards them. Because there are people who are perfect for whipping roles, it is the right material.

"Later...... right. Wilfried, tie your brother to a chair, but let him study? I'd like you to carve it in your head and mind that it's a cliff with no aftermath because of the cold in your heart. Mr. Ferdinand is good at that, isn't he?

"If you ask me if I'm good at it or not, I'm good at it, but I can't deny the possibility of doing too much. So, you don't mind?

I nodded as I applauded to both of them in my heart at the motivated black grin of the chief cleric, who had said that I wanted to plunge him into the valley from the cold of my heart. It's better to have enough of a sense of crisis to be done than to be scrapped where you know nothing.

"So what are you going to do if Wilfried fails to do his assignment?

"If we can be sure that we are not doing the assignment and are not motivated, as Ferdinand said, Brother Wilfried will take us off the candidate for succession and invest in educating our siblings"

The chief cleric raised his brow unexpectedly and lightly in my answer, rising as Zilvester hurried.

"Rosemaine, then Vilfleet is too..."

"That's the result of my adoptive fathers spoiling me too much. Give up then. The battle is until the winter unveiling. If you fail, the stigma and the rating will remain forever, so you really don't have time."

This one has more work to do, but you can't take care of an unwilling child, and when I said, Zilvester held his temple and sat dodgy.

The chief clergyman watches such an exchange and smiles ill-willed as he alternates between me and Zilvester.

"Rosemayne, Zilvester. From 5 bells to 6 bells, Vilfried did not try to get his hands on the challenge of remembering the words of blessing. It's no use expecting it."

Unlike the desperate eyed Zilvester, I just gently flaunt my shoulders.

"Even in vain, I'll wait until noon tomorrow, when the change ends. If you look at the children in the orphanage, at the workshop, at my side of the service, and really feel nothing, and nothing has changed, you will not be able to recover it by winter, so I will give up completely then."

"Don't forget that word."

I laughed and nodded to the clergyman, who seemed certain of the victory.

"I won't forget. But I'm absolutely fine. You can bet my reading time."

The moment I said I'd bet my reading time, the clergyman's mouth moved all the way. narrow your eyes and look down at me, looking from top to bottom.

"... what makes you bet your reading time? You wouldn't have had much time dealing with Wilfried either, would you?

Brother Wilfried has nothing to do with my cause.

Now it is time for me to lay my hands on my hips and stretch my chest.

"Because my side of the service is excellent. Never accomplished the challenges I put forth. So much so that we can give Brother Wilfried an assignment."

The clergyman, who looked lightly at him, held his temples and exhaled. And put your arms together and look down upon me from far height.

"I'm sorry I seem to be good at it, but I'm the one who educated Fran"

"Not only Fran, but all of our kids are excellent, so sooo!

When I barked full of power at the calm clergyman's scratch, a laugh leaked out of my surroundings that I could not enjoy.