Ascendance of a Bookworm

Taking the faces of the Gilberta Chamber of Commerce, it has become the norm to enter the hidden room. Brigitte will drop me off with a natural face already, and Dermuel will follow me with a cheap face.

Because I have become accustomed to Darmuel's decadent face, he still hasn't accustomed me to lutz, even though Darmuel would have liked to get accustomed to good additions and subtractions.

"Lutz, lutz, lutz! I don't like it anymore! It's a pain in the ass! My head is going to explode!

"Now what!?

"Noble common sense, my insanity! My common sense, everyone's insane! It fits, it's tight! I don't want to think about it! Ya!"

"Master Rosemaine, it's Delia."

That's what Gil points out with a laugh. While I am screaming and diverging, it seems judged that there is no big deal, and no one is looking serious.

"I really feel like screaming at you with all my strength. Oh, no! What?"

"So, you screamed and refreshed?

"Mm-hmm. Kind of."

When I barked as hard as I could, I was a little refreshed. The castle's own room, as well as the temple chief's office, can't just scream for the real deal at all. The legend of the Virgin, which her surroundings are working so hard to create, collapses.

After complaining of a single dissatisfaction with Rutz, I exhaled and looked around the face of the Gilberta Chamber of Commerce.

"In the meantime, praise me for working so hard. Taking the word from my adoptive father that the printing industry is good at my pace, Cantona asked me to blank Hasse's contract, and I've covered the contract. According to the Chief Cleric, Hasse's rep has changed from Cantona to another. Finally, the Chief Cleric told me to do whatever I wanted with the rumors. You did your best, didn't you?

Ugh, and when I stretched my chest, Lutz stroked my head around.

"Oh, that's awesome. Good luck, good luck."

"Well done, Rosemaine. This is gonna make things a lot easier."

"Yeah, I can't make paper during the winter, so the printing industry really feels stagnant. I was relieved just to find out that the lord didn't remind me. Now you can work on Hasse's case with all your might."

In the meantime, it seemed worth the effort while it was troublesome or unpleasant, and everyone praised me. Cheerful charging. Looks like I can work a little harder.

"Well, then, what about the rumors I'm going to be circulating... I have no idea how fast the rumors go around and how much influence they have among the merchants around here, so I'm going to let you study Mr. Marc's ways this time"

Marc comes to my voice with a motivated smile. Though the grinning Marc smile is black, it is refreshing compared to the clergyman's smile.

"Oh, if it's for the study of Lord Rosemayne, the Lord's adopted daughter, let's do our best even here. How do you hunt it down...... Originally, do you decide what form you want to take eventually?

... Hasse's Mayor, what did you really do to Mr. Benno and Mr. Marc?

I want to know, but I don't want to hear it.

"I want to minimize the damage as much as possible. The mayor, there's nothing more he can do, but Hasse is a town with a winter hall, so there's a lot of people from the surrounding countryside, right? I wish there was less damage to the countryside than there is now that has nothing to do with the Temple raids..."

"Now more than ever, does that mean that you have already decided to punish anyone other than the mayor?

When I nodded cocklessly, Marc raised his eyebrows lightly and Benno breathed small.

"They say it can be circulated as a rumor or used to incite anxiety among the townspeople. As a decision of the Chief Cleric, he says no one will send a cleric to Hasse for next spring's prayer ceremony."

"... it's tough for peasants"

Basically, the territory is full of magic because the lord is protecting it. But it's a thin, widely-covered magic, and they need to add a little more magic to feed the entire territory.

So, clerics who cannot be used as nobles, but have magic, are dispatched to various parts of the territory to provide magic. That's the Spring Prayer Ceremony.

With blessings at the Spring Prayer Ceremony, magic is now reaching the countryside. Apparently that blessing sounds pretty good on the harvest. A year or two would seem to yield if the peasants took the time to work hard, but I heard that if the magic was not enough, the land would become thinner and thinner.

Ever since the number and quality of blue clerics dropped a lot, they had a little less magic to fill the fields. Since I blessed him this year, the harvest will be increasing, the chief cleric predicts.

He said that where I will bless at the next prayer ceremony and in Hasse, where there will not even be a prayer ceremony, next year's harvest will change visibly.

"He said he would look at Hasse until the next harvest festival and see how I did it and think about whether he would inflict the next punishment and what he would do with the range"

Benno arms up, hum, and roars with an eyebrow.

"Rosemaine, you said your contract with the clerk went blank, but what happened to your contract with the mayor of the town? Did you pay for the orphans?

"Coming up. The day after tomorrow, I'm going to Hasse with the chief cleric."

Ho ho, and nodded, Marc took a note on the calligraphy board, then looked at me.

"Then the rumor that will circulate soon from now on is that the townspeople of Hasse, as much as they were taken orphans, behaved disrespectfully to the clergy. What if the other clerics are angry, and Lady Rosemaine is suppressing them?

"If you're not Lady Rosemaine, you can also add your own opinion that it's a place where you can't complain about being killed on the spot. The important thing is to emphasize that Rosemayne's mercy has spared me the punishment so far."

Benno nodded lightly at Marc's opinion as he stroked his jaw. Lutz takes a serious look at the interaction between the two.

The important thing is to create an anti-mayor who thinks it would be better for Hasse to have a system of cooperation with me while earning points for the Cleric Chief by accelerating my Virgin Legend. I wish I could eventually be the one relationship Hasse and the Little Temple have.

"After this rumor spreads, if we go to Hasse, a familiar face around the woodworking workshop will come in contact. At that time, let me tell you that Lady Rosemaine is worried about what will happen to Hasse and that it will be good if it doesn't turn out badly. If it's the city of Aerenfest at the same time, I'll tell you what happens. That should divide the mayor into those who tremble in fear of the nobility and defy the mayor and those who use previous connections with the nobility to do something about it."

Marc expects that Marc will use the same means if he has received a letter confirming his previous connection with the former temple chief.

"If rumors are spreading well, there will always be contact among the townspeople who changed their complexion at the harvest festival. At that time, Master Rosemaine decided not to send a cleric to the Spring Prayer Ceremony. It's hard work taking it up, but it lets the side tell them that the anger of the clergy and the lords is deep. That way, even if you don't like it, it will be the subject of discussions in the winter hall."

Hmm, nodding, Benno tilted his neck a little as I wrote down on the calligraphy board what I was supposed to do.

"Marc, they say Hasse townspeople attacked the small temple the lord built for his daughter. Exactly, wouldn't it have been better to spread the rumor that even the temple chief wouldn't be able to shelter you?

"It's not Lady Rosemaine, it's our job, sir. At the end of the harvest festival, when we take the priest back to the city, we send him to the rest of the countryside."

If the rural people know that they are also involved in treason charges against the Lords' clan, they are not at the harvest festival. The whole town will be in great panic, and I, who attend as temple chief, will likely be stuffed and dangerous. It's hard after, so it's a consideration to just enjoy the harvest festival, Marc laughs nicely.

"There are no former temple chiefs in a rush to rumors, even to contact the temple for details, and nothing can be done, as the blue cleric is absent for the harvest festival, beginning with the merciful Lord Rosemaine. You can probably wander around at Aerenfest trying to gather some information from us, but this is no further information, if you stick around, it's over."

The word came up behind Marc that whoever controls information controls everything.

"One of the small temple cases is treason against the Lords' clan, right? There is no way that even Master Rosemaine can be sheltered. What conclusions will Hasse draw?... Oh, I have to put in a word that it is still the mayor of the town who will take responsibility and be brought to justice so that he doesn't get killed first"

How the hell would the mayor's position change during the winter, Marc distorted his lips. The idea that retaliation against the mayor is the top priority seems clear, but, well, fine. He also told the chief cleric to isolate the mayor, and if he can complete the assignment, he doesn't want to think any more.

"... does that mean if you just spreading rumors, you leave them alone?

"That's right. After the harvest festival, you shut down the temple, you won't be going to Hasse, and we'll be taking the priests back to Aerenfest as you pull up Hasse and head to the next winter hall. We just have to leave them alone and wait to see what conclusions they draw and who can put the town together on behalf of the mayor."

To the words of Benno, I exhale a breath of relief, knowing that if I finish the harvest festival, I will not have to lay a particular hand until spring.

"Well, I don't have to think about Hasse until spring."

"Here, wait. Think for a second."

"But there's nothing I can do, is there? Originally, I don't want to think about small difficulties. I'm not good at it. If you can pull into a library full of books and read them, that's fine."

We want to create some state of cooperation with Hasse in order to smoothly operate the workshop for printing. But I don't care about the fate of the mayor or the townspeople without even involving their lives. I'm just using the head of None because when the logic of nobility, beginning with the Cleric Chief, moves, it's going to crush the town whole, or there will be innocent dead people out there.

"Trouble, but you'll be the one waving our extraction. Use your head to keep abreast of the situation. I didn't know. Then it's just like the mayor of Hasse."

"Uh, well, I want Lutz and Gill to see how rumors spread inside the town during the period leading up to the harvest festival, how the merchants are coming to Hasse town and how the town is changing. I'm going to go check on the beast for a moment, so report it to me."

"Fine, but anyway, information isn't what you're here for, is it?

And Lutz looked at me, and bowed his shoulders lightly. I wonder how you found out.

"By the harvest festival, I'd like to buy pig skin or cow skin and ask Hasse to make glue. I still have extra for what I made last year, but I don't know how much to use, and you want to make it for once. It would be helpful to see what's going on in town during glue making."

"I thought that would happen. I just need to see what's going on in town between glue making, okay?

Lutz and Gill exhale gently and acknowledge.

Making glue for next year is more important to me than the town of Hasse, where Marc is likely to move while in command.

"Later, this. I need you to deliver it, okay?

I gave Rutz a letter to his family.

A little update, a request from Mother and Thuri for hair decorations to be attached at the winter revelation, and a request from Father to escort the clerics at the Harvest Festival.

I want to bring the priests home from the Little Temple, but I want to keep a soldier from the escort. If you spreading noisy rumors to Hasse and come back rough, it's even worse.

"Mr. Benno. Even though it's a harvest festival, that's exactly why I'm not serving alcohol to my escort soldiers, so at least I'm hoping to get a taste of some of our cook's fancy dishes. Can I also ask you to procure ingredients?

"In addition to the products we sell in Hasse, let's also carry ingredients"

"Please"

I gave Marc permission to run rumors, and it's only been two days.

To the husbands of the big store, already centered around the guild chief, he said, "It seems that the townspeople of Hasse, as much as they were taken orphans, behaved disrespectfully to the clergy. The new temple chief is suppressing other clerics from being angry," Rutz reported.

Today is the day we head with the Cleric Chief to the town of Hasse with the contract we received from Cantona. Flan and Monica of the side service, accompanied by Darmuel and Brigitte of the escort knights.

"Now, do we have a little idea of our situation?

To the word of the chief priest, I slanted my neck loosely. If I could read the letter, would I ever be able to read it, although I would be dealing with it flat-headed?

As far as I'm concerned, I could have written to you in plain language: "I'm the daughter of a lord and hold the position of temple chief, so if you don't get your body properly in one letter, you'll be underestimated as a child," Fran has stabbed the nail with a sober smile.

Fran's smile was very similar to Marc's angry treatment of the Lord, and I had to write in aristocratic rhetoric.

"... If I could read that letter, it would be nice, but I think it would be difficult if you weren't used to aristocratic rhetoric"

Even if the letter can't be read, Aerenfest and Hasse are less than half a day away by carriage, so maybe the information Marc has already circulated has turned to Hasse as well. Or is it that the merchants who feared winding through Hasse early enough to remain largely unknown?

From the small temple to the mayor's hall, he traveled by horseman. I see a merchant caravan with some carriages pointing this way and saying something. The temple chief seems to have been traveling by carriage until now, so riding to the town chief with a riding beast handled only by the nobles must increase the credibility of the rumors.

When Fran, Monica and Brigitte, who were aboard the Lesser Bus, leave, I return the Lesser Bus to the Demon Stone and clean it up to the Hip Decoration. I'm also getting used to getting in and out of horseback beasts, so I can do it quickly.

"Chief Temple, Chief Cleric, I've been waiting for you."

A man named Richt welcomed me. That's the face I didn't see when I came here before, but he's a relative of the mayor, and he acts like a sidekick helping with chores. Maybe he's taking on the assistant mayor in general. Clerical work looks more capable than the mayor.

Is it as good as your father's? It feels like mid to late 30s. Someone with an atmosphere of middle management who cares about the top and bottom.

"What the hell can I do for you today?

To Richt's words after his greeting to the nobility, Fran moves forward and tells him what to do for the day.

"As I wrote in my letter requesting an interview, I'm here to officially buy out the orphan"

To Fran's words, Richt nodded lightly. Still, I am tilting my neck so that I do not know why such a development has taken place.

"As for this one, I would greatly appreciate it..."

"Until the merchant who is making a plea pointed out to me, neither Lady Rosemaine nor we knew that the town of Hasse was going through the winter with the money that sold the orphan. We were just going to take the orphans that the town of Hasse was feeding, and we thought that taking the orphans would reduce the burden on Hasse."

This is true. If I were the director of an orphanage, I'd know even if I didn't like the fact that it would cost me a lot of money to feed an orphan. If we did not have enough money to feed the orphans satisfactorily, if we took the orphans in the small temple, the town of Hasse would also be helpful without burdens.

"You say the town of Hasse is in great trouble if you take an orphan on your own who is under contract with an aristocrat. I grew up in a temple, so I was really reluctant to take care of myself..."

Trouble, put your hands on your cheeks and tilt your neck slightly.

The chief cleric, who looks down coldly at where he neglects to take care of himself, completely ignores it.

"So Lady Rosemayne contacted Cantona, a civil servant, and thus agreed to rescind her contract"

When Fran showed him his contract with Cantona, Richt softened his expression like a ho. After all, they took the orphan, and I guess he had a stomachache when he thought about his crush with the nobles.

"I'm going to break my contract with Cantona, and I'm going to officially buy the Nora and the others, okay?

"Of course it is. This way, please."

From what Richt said and did, there is still no indication that rumors have begun to appear among the merchants.

What the hell is it like to communicate information around here? I don't know what it's like to get out of the city, of course, but I've never heard rumors about my surroundings from anyone but my family or Lutz.

We were sent to the mayor's room and advised to take a seat. It was not the tea served, but the fresh juice squeezed in Felizine picked nearby. I guess it's prepared for nobility, a pink liquid pours into the silver cup.

Technology and quality are important to make tea delicious. There will not be enough room to always prepare high tea for aristocratic guests who rarely come.

"Which would you prefer for alcohol?

It was juice for me, but alcohol was recommended to the chief cleric.

Alcohol all of a sudden from day? You're here for a contract? And when we blink, and tilt our necks, our eyes blink, as Richter was also in an unexpected reaction. Apparently, the temple chief and the clerks were welcoming him with alcohol.

"I don't need booze. I'm as good as the temple chief."

The chief cleric is similarly served a silver cup, and the fruit juice is poured. After Fran took the silver cup in his hand, smelled it, saw the color, and made some confirmation, he only included it in his mouth one bite. Drink slowly, wipe the part of your mouth with your fingers, and see if there is any change in silver.

After the poison sight was over, I wiped the mouthed part again with a cloth, and Fran offered me and the chief cleric a cup.

I solidified as I sideways watched Monica note the poisonous sight procedure on my bookboard, trying to get the cup in my hand.

... Heavy!

Unlike my own dishes I usually use, the silver cup is heavy. I can't hold it very well with one hand, and even with both hands, my hands pull.

… zero. This is definitely zero when tilted.

Immediately I realized Fran had put his hand on me, and no, rather, he carried the cup to my mouth in a way that I could put my hand on. A sip of cockle spreads the refreshing acidity of citrus into your mouth.

Having spoken of what had been offered, I finally got to the point.

"Are you sure that you mean that Rosemaine and the clergyman, who have abandoned their contract with Lady Cantona and newly assumed the position of Temple Chief, will buy out the orphan?

"Yep."

With the same explanation given to the mayor as it did to Richt, Fran offered Cantona's contract. Ask them to agree to break the contract and formally sign an agreement for us to buy Nola and the others.

Me and the mayor sign the contract, and Fran pays for it and it's over. Finished without any particular problems, I ho.

I guess the mayor was also horrified when he broke his contract with a civilian and the money he sold the orphan under a new contract was successfully obtained. I think I lost some of the power that was in my shoulder. At the same time, I had a grin that made me feel like a nigga, watching and disgusting.

"Nevertheless, the former temple chief is only the lord's uncle, and after retiring, he still has a lot of influence. I'm impressed."

"... Huh?

The mayor still can't seem to read the letter and doesn't seem to understand that the former temple chief is dead. Besides, it does emphasize that the former temple chief is the lord's uncle.

... because he was the lord's uncle, but he was executed as a criminal.

You do not seem to know that I am in the position of Temple Chief as the daughter of a lord, and I am not willing to go out of my way to tell you the facts to the mayor of a town who comes up with disgusting things. And I said unto him, Shall I pray? I didn't know he was such a fine man, "he gaveled, listening to his audacious praise for the former temple chief.

... but please. It's time to shut up. Because the sides are limp.

Sitting on my right side, with a sticky smile, I'm afraid of the clergyman who's exhaling cold air. You can like it when the mayor blows himself up or goes up to the execution bench himself, but at least I want it to be where I am.

"Just for the record, I had a deep connection with the former temple chief, and he's been trying to make things easier for me. You did your best this time."

Apparently, among the mayors of towns who could not read the letter, the letter delivered to the temple passed safely to the former temple chief, and we, scolded by the former temple chief, were supposed to interact with the civilian and come here to redo the contract.

... Stop! Don't talk any more! You've decided your life is already short, but don't make it any shorter!

The scream of my heart didn't seem to reach this one either. The mayor looks really satisfied and you should continue to listen carefully to what the former temple chief said. Even if he was no longer the temple chief, he said something like that because he was the lord's uncle.

I take my seat at the end of the meeting, chilling as to when the chief priest will explode. I'm glad there wasn't a sudden homicide that would cut me to death, and I stroked my chest down and went back to the small temple once.

"Come on, Rosemaine. I'll show you what to do with that disrespectful, ignorant, stupid, hopeless lunatic."

It's a good material that doesn't matter at all. The clergyman narrows his eyes, saying that you should study fully.

To observe from the number of descriptions and the drifting cold air arranged to criticize the mayor of the town, if not my teaching material, the mayor seemed already in trouble. It's hard enough just being a teaching material, but suddenly it just didn't rain blood, I think.

... I think my difficulty is increasing because of the mayor.

I don't feel I can live up to the clergyman's expectations.

"We will do everything in our power to isolate the mayor of the town and prevent the small temple and Hasse from confronting each other. … the rumor seeds are spreading as Marc seems to be enjoying himself, and the plan is on its way, so wait until spring for the progress to be made"

... I hope the Cleric Chief's anger has subsided by spring, but I guess I can't.

Gathering the priests of the Little Temple together, we returned to the Temple after contacting them about the Harvest Festival and the move for the Winter Cage and that Rutz and Gill would be coming soon for glue making.