Ascendance of a Bookworm

Cantona came into the room. He's a middle-bodied uncle, but his first impression, or the word that came to his mind the moment he saw it, was "trinket". The character of being wrapped around a long object is completely human.

Whether it was good news or bad news, the way my eyes tried to find it came and went between me and the chief cleric felt like such a petty servant. He who is lower in stature is more prestigious and more feisty than he who is higher in stature is necessary.

When noble greetings are exchanged and the clergyman recommends a seat, Cantona's gaze comes and goes more restlessly.

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

"Don't you see by the fact that we're all here?

The chief cleric frowned slightly. Cantona looks like she really doesn't remember herself and desperately begins to explore her memories.

Do you not remember your work, have you already been removed, or do you not know that we are involved in Hasse's case?

"I'm so sorry, I don't know"

"... I mean the town of Hasse"

Just for a moment, my eyes moved, but otherwise I didn't break my smile and say, "Are you Hasse? What happened?" Continue.

"The plan to create an orphanage and a printing workshop in the town of Hasse was ordered immediately by the Lords, a project that I am focusing on as Rosemaine and its aftersight. 'Cause I took a look at the merchant and Rosemaine's side of the bargain, but according to reports from them, it was a rather uncooperative attitude."

"No, such a thing..."

Cantona laughs with a slightly unfocused eye, like she's dizzily calculating various things. I'm laughing, but it still looks clear that I'm desperately thinking about keeping myself "bad".

"I heard it was doubtful that you wanted to frustrate the plan?

"Isn't that some mistake...? Or maybe the merchants are all up and up to something. Because they change their opinion with money."

Is that your introduction? and swallowed the words that came out to his throat all the time. I'm with you today to find out how nobles do things. Do not let me speak badly.

"So, their report is a lie,... is that what you're saying?

"No, I'm not sure that's the case, but there may be some kind of difference or misunderstanding between us. Anyway, they're merchants who only pursue profits."

Stick up a loving laugh, saying merchant, merchant, but don't you know that Cantona had Gill in the line, my side service?

The chief cleric tells me, "You really don't read the air," and I throw patience and self-weight all the way down and open my mouth.

"They will not be familiar with our noble ways."

"Cantona says that my side of the service is also unfamiliar with noble ways?

I see the other person's reaction, adding in my heart that I'm not familiar with it at all.

He did not think I would speak, and Cantona clouded the words "in that sense…" all the while black-and-white his eyes.

As far as I'm concerned, "So what do you mean?" I wanted to inquire, but I refuse because the clergyman gently put my foot under the table.

After the clergyman, who laid down his eyes and sighed, said, "I understand what you're saying," he looks up and turns his gaze to Cantona.

"For today's business, did you sign a contract with the mayor of Hasse to buy an orphan?

"Huh? Yes. Is that...?

"Rosemayne liked the orphan, and she took him back half as forcefully. But I heard you already had a contract with the mayor. That's how I called him in, thinking I had to check the facts."

The chief cleric smiled softly and said so to Cantona. "It's like I've been sidelined, and as for this one, it's a little painful..." I cut the words once and I get a worrying look on my face.

"The wife of the one with a strong heart seems to doubt why she left town more. I don't think it would be more foolish to buy an orphan of a woman who has now turned an adult into an orphan in such a situation, and for what reason?

With such a worried face as to ask the circumstances, Cantona blued in an instant as her blood had drawn a lot of attention, applauding internally for the blackness of the clergyman who could also put threats in. I think it's very aristocratic, though blue, around not breaking the nagging smile.

"Yeah, yeah. There are profound and difficult circumstances. But if it's Rosemaine's favorite, we'll give it away with pleasure. This one will withdraw the contract. Please wait while we take the contract"

Cantona leaves the room once to escape. After seeing Patari and the closed door, I looked up to the chief cleric.

"Master Ferdinand knows all too well about Cantona's wife."

"Before negotiating between nobles, how much information they have on their opponents is often the key. Yustox's information is cluttered, so it's hard to find something to use, but it's very helpful"

If the clergyman, who has terrible memory and is good at choosing rounds, would use Justkus, who would scratch anything with information, he would be the strongest and most vicious. "Master Ferdinand is the only one who uses himself well," as Yustox said, "I think it's usually hard to find the information you need from cluttered information.

Even if I didn't intend to turn to the enemy, I don't know what the hell Justkus and the clergyman knew about me, as far as I was concerned, being examined for my relationship and actions in the lower town.

In my case, I feel that only weakness exists, so the moment I turn to the chief priest's enemies, it seems puzzling.

"Don't worry, I will never turn to Ferdinand's enemies."

"... what is that abrupt proclamation? Did Eckhardt or Justkus blow you into something? It's all aligned, abrupt without any context, I don't know why."

... I'm sure everyone thought you were scared of the Chief Cleric.

According to what I heard later, unlike me, who decided not to turn to my enemies because I was scared, the two were determined words as lords to serve for the rest of their lives as a result of their heartbreak with the Chief Cleric. "Don't be with me," Brother Eckhardt told me.

... I'm sorry, brother. I don't really know what it feels like to be the Lord to serve for the rest of my life.

By my abrupt proclamation, Cantona returned with a contract where the clergyman looked difficult.

Offer the contract immediately, freaking out on the clergyman's face.

"This will be the contract"

"Oh, I'm sorry.... We'll pay the penalty, so don't imitate it like we're going to get it to Hasse by mistake."

If you take this contract to Hasse and talk to the mayor, it's over.

Ha, over, and when I exhaled ho, Cantona began to say something with an excused voice and attitude, looking at the clergyman all the time.

"Nevertheless, it's a troubled thing. As I said earlier, there are profound circumstances, and this contract is not what I wanted, it's what I was asked to do."

I thought it was just an excuse and a halt to my wife, but Cantona is also being asked by another person to look for an adult woman.

"Who asked you to do this? Do you need to talk to that person, too?

For the town of Hasse, we got the deed back so that we wouldn't be in the wrong place. I want to make sure that even for Cantona and its clients it is not a sideline and bad guy position. Either that or buying noble grudges is going to be so much more bothersome than the mayor.

"I, and those of you, know that I want to speak sincerely, honestly,"

"No, that's not the kind of story Rosemayne would put in her ear..."

As Cantona sweats, she resigns. While appealing to the clergyman "please help" with just his gaze.

"Rosemaine, this place is good enough. Study with Wilfried. Brigitte, Angelica. Take Rosemaine back one foot."

Seems you've decided it's a story I can't do without. That is what the Chief Cleric says, urging us to leave the room. I nodded obediently, and left the room.

Then take the Lesser Bus to Vilfleet's room. Once inside, he was in the middle of a raw carta like lifting a villefleet. Ten seconds after I finish reading the card is long, long. He looks at the picture tag with a face that looks boring with a vilfried surrounded by drums.

I could see Richarda standing quietly just looking over the whole room. Maybe he's identifying an unusable side service. Even though Richarda's eyes are burning in anger, the quiet part scares me the other way around.

"Brother Wilfried, please let me in on the way."

Quite slowly I smile and control the side service that counts to 10, while I usually count to 10 and take the picture tag instantly. Looks like some of those letters Vilfleet just remembered today.

"Become!? Rosemaine, you're going too fast!

"No. My brother is late. You know where the picture tags you remember are the first time you line them up, right? What do you do if you can't reach out enough the moment you start reading the reading tag? This one is waiting on the count of 10."

Victory over Wilfried on the way in, and I look around at the sidelines as I count the number of cartas. That and that and that are replacements.

"Shall we do it again, brother? Now if you take the letters your brother remembers today, your brother wins."

"It would be easy if I only remembered."

The first time I let him win normally, but the second time I put the position of the picture tag back in a mess from time to time and made him look for the picture tag again to increase the difficulty.

"Come on! One more time!

They set fire to their losing personality. In repeating the carta several times, the basic characters used for my name have become largely held down.

"Brother, that, is wrong. If you say" treat "and you take the wrong one, you confiscate one."

"What!?

One of them will be a huge difference, and the defeated Wilfried will regret treading on the Regional Tai.

"Have plenty of practice by next"

"That's all I can take today. I'll take it all next time!

"I won't lose, either."

That being said, I feel like losing to Wilfried in no time, just like I was starting to lose to the orphanage kids when I realized it.

...... hmm, brother vilfried, i feel like the basic specs are high. Pretty good memory, isn't it? Or does that mean you're the same adoptive father who throws all the ball you can for what you're interested in?

"So let's study numbers in cards next"

"... a number"

Line up the cards from 1 to 10.

"Earlier, when we took the carta, we counted to 10, didn't we? Now that you're in order, hold down the numbers and read them from the front."

"Yi, to, …"

I could read up to 10 fine. Then, let the cards be sorted in order of number, or let the cards of said numbers be taken.

Then he arranged seven lines. Now that I can read the number of marks, it takes a little time, but I can now arrange seven.

"Richarda, have you decided on the side to replace?

"Yeah, of course. Princess."

During your study time, Richarda narrowed her eyes and laughed nicely as she spoke to Richarda, who was staring at the room.

"The princess said that if she loses the game 30 times, she'll replace it, but she hasn't said a word that she won't replace it unless she loses. Those who are not serious enough should keep replacing them."

Osvalt also looks around the room and groans, "Looks like a lot of people don't really have enough of a sense of crisis," he said. Osvalt, who knows himself to be the best replacement candidate "disappointed" by Florencia, works like someone else today under the direction of Richarda.

I think it would be nice if you could keep following my lead and grow.

The Chief Cleric called me "We're going back to the temple" just before the 6 bells rang. They're waiting for me in the waiting room because I can't get in without permission for the northern detachment.

"So, Brother Wilfried. I will return to the temple. If you practice like today, you'll be able to play fesh peel."

"Um, okay"

Wilfried nodded loudly with a confident face.

I remember the song I was made to recite in the morning in the afternoon, so it wasn't even that hard to practice fesh peel. I practiced the scales taught to Rosina until my fingers moved smoothly by repeating only one bar. It only plays five sounds, so at first it can be played quickly, even with bumps and interruptions.

"Isn't it easier than I thought?"

An unexpectedly filled list of issues to be filled when it can be achieved. If we don't get tired of it along the way, we're going to make it to the winter unveiling.

"Really, you can do it, so fill it up more and more at this rate. You should show this assignment table to your adoptive father and adoptive mother at the dinner table today. I'm sure you'll be very complimented. Your brother's efforts are visible."

"Right."

"You've all done well. I am very happy and proud of my Lord."

When I returned to the temple with a horseman, I praised and defeated my side servants. If our side hadn't worked so hard, Vilfleet would have been an abandoned route. True merit is on our side.

"I'm getting used to Lord Rosemaine's abrupt and incomprehensible favors."

That's what Fran says and laughs like he's in trouble. And he asked how Vilfleet was spending his time in the temple, the landscape he saw from his side service.

"It wasn't particularly uncommon to think of it as a pre-baptismal aristocratic child coming into the temple as a blue cleric. You were so honest with me when I had the ear to hear so much of this."

Thinking about the Blue Cleric Apprentice and the Blue Witch Apprentice coming to the Temple from now on, I got a little headache.

The next day, it's a normal day. I practice fesh peel as usual and go to help the clergyman.

Then the chief cleric was offered an anti-bugging magic tool.

"Yesterday, after his departure, Cantona told me..."

According to the Chief Cleric, the number of gray witches supplied between the nobles is now extremely decreasing. Until now, speaking to the temple chief, the gray witch was easily available. But it was no longer available because the temple chief left only the good looking ones to reduce his feeding, and because I, the daughter of the lord, use them in the workshop, in the orphanage, and give the role to the gray witch.

They're suspending the price because of the rarity, even if I ask them to give way to the blue cleric who now uses the gray witch as a sideline service. "It is difficult to ask the clergyman or the temple chief for a new side service," seems to be the valve of the blue cleric.

Even for the nobles, it's hard to ask the clergyman, unlike the former temple chief, who has no interest in floral offerings, to mediate with the gray witches, and I'm glad the gray witches are inexpensive. It's not even as much as I'd like to buy from a blue cleric until I spend expensive money.

As a result, they started looking for orphanages in nearby towns just about the right age.

"Rosemaine, what do we do? Sell the gray witch to the nobles?

As the chief priest looks at me with eyes that test him, he asks.

"... If you have a gray witch who says that a noble mistress is better than being a gray witch, you may think of it as a place to work and think of your good offices, although I don't like it emotionally. But I'm not willing to sell a reluctant gray witch, and I don't have any fine dust. So far, I've been able to feed you in the workshop, and I'm the one who's ultimately gripping the orphan trend."

The clergyman narrowed his eyes softly to my answer.

"Then what are you going to do when it comes to nobility buying orphans in surrounding orphanages?

I feel bad about buying and selling orphans because I am not yet aligned with the ethics of this world. But the disgust is diminishing compared to before.

"… the orphans of the surrounding towns were raised by the townspeople, beginning with the town mayor, and are also a shared asset to buy the townspeople's winter build-up, Benno told me. I am not a good subject on my own with power. I can't help all orphans, so I don't know about things that go out of sight."

Using the power of adoptive daughters of lords, it would be easy to intervene and take over all the orphans of Hasse. But Hasse isn't the only one with orphans. I have no power to save all orphans.

And what I, the temple chief, have to think about is the temple orphanage. It is wrong to spread your hand without thinking to the orphanage in the other town, they say.

As for the little temple of Hasse, it is within my jurisdiction, so I will do something about it. I don't know anything else that doesn't get into my eyes.

I don't want to convince you, but if you don't swallow, you can't do it.

"Right. You seem to be learning a little bit more than anything."

After the clergyman nodded satisfactorily in my answer, he became an ill-willed face and repeated the question further.

"Okay, Rosemaine. What about the orphan at Hasse's Mayor's? That would have gotten into their eyes, wouldn't it?

I shook my head gently after biting my lips once.

"Unlike the Temple orphanage, the orphans of other towns say that if they are boys, when they grow up, they get a field as townspeople. Girls also seem to get a field and get the good offices of their wedding destination. Then perhaps it is happier to live as an orphan, as a priest, than as a single townsman in the land and customs you see."

He can only know which one is right, such as being denied all previous habits, being re-educated and living in the immediate vicinity of the nobility with no first sight as a cleric or witch in the temple orphanage, or living in a world where his understanding extends, although life may be harsh.

Whatever it looked like from around me, if I could, I wanted to be with my family, not the adoptive daughter of my lord.

"... I'm giving you a choice once. Either way, I'm not the subject of my hands when they didn't choose this orphanage."

To my answer, the chief cleric said, "Fine," and nodded. Seeing a satisfied clergyman reassures me that I could not go wrong.

... Oh, I don't like it.

I can see that this would be the right answer as a lord's daughter. At the same time, I felt one more fill of common sense in me.