Ascendance of a Bookworm

On the morning of the harvest festival, carriages with clothes and utensils and other household items departed with Ella, Rosina, Nicola and Monica. Together we set off in a carriage with Brother Eckhardt and Yustox's side services and luggage.

As a result of making my health a top priority, I am supposed to go by horseback to Hasse. It is Fran who rides the horseman. Fran also manages the medicines he keeps from the clergyman, so he will act with him.

"Rosemaine, be careful not to be impotent."

"Yes."

I had received an invitation from the clergyman for lunch because there was no longer an exclusive cook or side-service in my room. All together, after lunch listening to the last precautions of the Cleric Chief, we shall leave as soon as possible.

"Eckhardt, Justkus, I asked for it. Never take your eyes off me."

"Ha!"

Me and Fran are the only ones on my Lesser Bus today. Dermuel and Brigitte will run forward and head to Hasse behind them in a formation called Justkus and Brother Eckhardt.

When I put out the Lesser Bus as usual, Brother Eckhardt and Justkus stepped back.

"... Rosemaine, is this the Riding Beast?

"Yes, Brother Eckhardt. Isn't she cute?

Ugh, and when I laughed, Brother Eckhardt spoke like a wolf, comparing me to Lesser Bus, as he did a little.

"Or is it cute? This must be Grune, right?

"Huh? It's not Grune, it's Lesser Bus."

"Oh well..."

My face is quite drawn. I recognized that the expression very similar to that of the chief clergyman in the beginning was still a little poorly received among the nobles. Well, it's cute even if it's a little bad to take, and it's convenient, so it's no problem.

Yustokus, who had just cleared the entrance and watched me and Fran get on board, glanced with terrible pleasure.

"Dear Rosemaine, what is going on with this horseman? I would love to give you a ride too..."

"Yustox, what do you do with it better on board!? Don't be silly, get your horseback out of here."

The reprimand from the chief cleric flew, and he was angry, and Yustokus gently clasped his shoulder out the horseman.

He's the type of horseman I've never seen in the Knights. It is an animal full of horns, with a flashy head, like a cow with wings. There are long sharp horns like a unicorn beast, and some large, spreading horns like a heraldic. I'm so worried that if I ride, I won't see the front.

The legs were like lions and tigers, thick and guttering, with sharp nails.

"With your Grune, the horseman of Justkus also imitates the Warcraft Bahelm"

"My rider beast is a warcraft!

"Whoever sees it only looks like a warcraft, but I don't care about that. Get out of here. The harvest festival won't start."

The chief cleric waves gently and tells Darmuel and Brigitte to go quickly. Each horseman flew, and my Lesser Bus continued to the two of us.

Fran is in the passenger seat today. In the beginning, Fran had his face drawn, and now he has no sad resolve, and is normally on the Lesser Bus.

Following Darmuel's Heavenly Horse and rushing out into the sky, I asked Fran for today's important work.

"Fran, don't forget to make contact with Richt during the harvest festival."

"Yes. Should I somehow tell you that I was decided not to send a cleric to the Spring Prayer Ceremony and that Master Rosemayne is working hard to take it up, but that the clergyman's anger is profound?

"... not so much, I want you to tell him clearly"

The mayor of the town has not yet been informed of the death of the temple chief because he wrote the letter in aristocratic rhetoric. "They went up the stairs leading to far higher heights," so I don't think I have to tell them I'm dead. It's no surprise to think you've simply been promoted.

In Reino's time, it's like telling him to understand that he died in "emptiness" or "hiding." If you didn't know, you wouldn't understand.

Fran frowned slightly and lowered her eyes softly. I can tell that I have a hard voice and obviously don't like it when I say "Yes, I do".

"The opponent is the mayor of the town, who was close to that temple mayor, and I know the priest's anger at the mayor's disrespect, and Fran's anger at respecting the priest, but I don't like it when all the people of Hasse get involved"

"Isn't it the people of Hasse who raided the small temple"

My response was too sweet, Fran sighed.

No matter how sweet they say it is, if the mayor doesn't teach him about the death of the former temple chief before he overlaps any more offenses of disrespect, because the grader is the clergyman, every time the mayor overlaps disrespect, it becomes more difficult to accomplish my challenge as well.

"Okay, Fran. Let me rephrase it."

Cough with Cohon, and I will imitate the words of the chief priest. Of course, I won't forget to frown and make a difficult face as much as possible.

"We will engrave the head and heart of that mayor and the people of Hasse with the fact that the former temple chief has been executed and there is no such thing as an object to rely on already, and that even in the spring no clerics will be sent, and we will plunge our hearts and minds out of the cold into the valley of fear. You got it, Fran?

Now I won't make you say it's sweet anymore, and when I looked at Fran in the passenger seat, Fran was holding his mouth so desperately that he could laugh.

"I'll do as you say."

The part facing the street becomes the mayor's hall, with artisan shops such as blacksmiths and woodworking workshops lining the same building, but behind it becomes a winter hall used only in winter.

Would a large wooden building like the old elementary school be for lighting, arranged in the shape of a co, and a square like a sports field seemed to already have people from the countryside, people hissing together in large numbers.

The square, which serves as the venue for the harvest festival, is surrounded by festive enthusiasm and hustle, completely different from the usual quiet town atmosphere. In such a stirring, as during the prayer ceremony, we descend by horseback into the square of the winter hall.

The people who found the mounted beast looked up at the sky, raised their voices to their mouths as they pointed, and opened up a place for me to get down. The path from where you descend to the stage becomes natural.

The stage, which is built to stick perfectly to the building, had a place on the left to hold clerics and tax collectors, and a place on the right for Hasse officials to sit, with chairs and tables ready. And in the center there is an altar for performing rituals.

With Darmuel at the forefront, I am held by Brigitte and Fran. I said I would walk myself, but everyone rejected me. Brother Eckhardt and Justkus prefaced, saying, "It is a judgment after seeing the steps during the baptism and the star knot ritual," and that my walks cannot match my surroundings.

As Fran holds me up, I move on to the stage.

Inside the curious gaze that seems rare, there is a mixture of anxiously watching things. Is it because of the spreading rumors of Marc?

Brother Eckhardt, who was following me, came next to me to block his sight. The expression is tight and tight, and I can see you circling your gaze without alarm around you.

"Master Rosemayne, this way, please."

When Fran urged me to sit, Brother Eckhardt and Yustokus sat beside me, and Fran and the two escort knights lined up behind me.

When I went up on the stage, I saw the square well.

Baptist, mitzvah, and wedding protagonists gather in front of the stage dressed up.

Baptist children are embroidered in the precious colors of autumn on white sunshine, and the new adult they want for the mitzvah is a simple sunshine in the precious colors of autumn.

Wedding costumes seem to add a little bit of hand to whether they are a costume that can be communicated from parent to child, some are lavish in embroidery and decoration, others are freshly made and have a beautiful cloth, and some are less decorated. Women wear crowns like leashes braided with autumn weeds and fruit.

All rituals take place in the fall, so unlike Aerenfest, even brothers from different seasons of birth don't seem to have to bother tailoring their sunny clothes. It was impressive that everyone and he all put together costumes that revolved around the precious colors of autumn.

The children are not much different from the children of Aerenfest, and although it was not so noticeable to see the townspeople of Hasse, the adults and old men gathered from the countryside felt like many were for years of farming or with their backs slightly bent and foreboding.

"Start the harvest festival with this. Baptist children go up."

The opening declaration of the harvest festival by the mayor is made and a great deal of cheer is raised. In applause and cheer, the children who celebrate the baptism ceremony this year came to the stage. More than a dozen children, but they also seem to be in different statuses in children who are just 8 years old and 7 years old.

... All I can say for sure is that I'm smaller than anyone else in line here.

Fran moves forward in front of a dozen children with something like a white flat medal he brings with him. Just like the baptism ceremony at Mine, we're going to have to push for blood judgment.

I lay my eyes slightly down and, out of sight, wait for all to finish pressing my blood judgment. It hurts when I even see it in someone else's blood.

Then I tell God's story, but this time Fran is supposed to read it while showing the children the Bible picture books I made. Because I can't speak.

I guess I've never seen a picture book, I was looking at a picture book making sure the kids got themselves on board. Looking at the kids who make their eyes shine and listen to the story, I still think we need school to spread the literacy rate.

... They say the temple is only in Aerenfest, so building a temple school doesn't extend to other parts of the territory, does it? I wish I had a budget to set up a new school, but that's not true, and the clergyman's charity concert is disgusting.... Oh, but maybe if we just dispatch a gray cleric to a rural winter hall?

It's a travel temple class only during the winter months. If you are trapped in the snow and free, adults may be willing to learn as well as children.

... However, improving the status of gray clerics is first.

With gray clerics being insulted as orphans, I can't help but worry about the treatment of gray clerics to make them travel to winter halls that will be closed. It's easy to take it as my sideline, but that doesn't make the orphan Letters disappear.

"Did you know how to pray to God? Now let the temple chief bless you."

To Fran's voice I hacked and entered the center of the stage. I can see that all the sights here are focused on me, both in the square and on the stage.

And I went up to the platform which was ready, and breathed in slowly.

"In the summer, my lord commanded the temple chief, Rosemaine."

I greeted him lightly and looked around at the children blinking at the appearance of the temple chief, who was smaller than me. Apparently, I'm just here with Fran, with a face like I didn't think I was the temple chief.

"Let us hope for the healthy growth of our new children and pray to God.... Pray to God!

As Fran taught me, the children were praying with a serious face, even though they were relaxed. She looked so cute that she was working so hard, smiling, I put magic into the ring.

"Then we bestow upon them the blessings of the gods more than this. Kneel on the spot."

When Fran knelt, the children knelt equally on the spot, imitating their appearance.

"O Szczeria, goddess of the wind, hear my prayer, and bless the birth of a new child, and dedicate yourselves to their thoughts, their prayers and their thanksgiving, to the protection of the Holy Ghost."

A yellow light pops out of the ring and pours over the heads of the children.

"Wow!

"Shiny!

How childish it is to stand up immediately and move around trying to bathe a lot of powder of light with your hands up.

I guess Fran, who only knows a child in a well-behaved orphanage, seemed to behave in a flighty fashion that he was not very familiar with, with a light eye for solidification.

"Your blessings are over. Now get off the stage and take turns with the new adults."

"Yeah, okay!

"You're so tiny!

With their excited faces shining their eyes and saying so, the children descend the stage and run to their own families. What came up instead was a new adult.

Thus, following the baptism ceremony, after the mitzvah, the wedding, another major event at the harvest festival begins. Briefly, it's a ball tournament against the village. In a competition that mimics the battle between autumn and winter, the winner is promised the fruit of next year.

I haven't been out much, so I've never seen a sporting event like this before. Excited to hear the mayor explain what the competition would be, Brother Eckhardt stood up softly.

"Dear Rosemaine, let's return to the temple."

"Huh? Yeah, I don't mind..."

... is that it? Aren't you glad to see the festival until the 7 bells? Five bells just rang, didn't they?

And he drew his hand with a smile that made him not say whether or not: and I stood with my hand drawn, even as I tilted my neck.

"Fran confirms what will be served with Justkus, and Darmuel is the escort of the two. Brigitte returns to the small temple as an escort to Rosemaine"

"Fran, after you, please"

When he gave the instructions quickly, Brother Eckhardt lifted me up lightly. And he put out a horseman on the stage, and when he jumped on it, he ran to the sky. Brigitte follows suit.

"Brother Eckhardt, suddenly what is it?

"Hasse seems to have a lot of suspicious people with strange eyes. It's hard to imagine being in danger, but you don't know what happens in the excited state of the festival. Better keep it safe."

... Oh, it's about Richt.

I know that Richt, who was sitting in Hasse's official seat, looked like he had talked to him the whole time. The ritual wasn't over, and I guess it didn't come close to me surrounded by Brother Eckhardt, Justkus and Fran.

I see this one as a flicker because I don't have time to talk, so Brother Eckhardt has certified me as a suspicious person.

"I was looking forward to the festival..."

"Even if you can't be seen here, from now on, every day is a harvest festival. Even if I don't like it, I have to see it. Are we going to have a treat for those who can't make it to the harvest festival in the little temple today? Have fun there."

"Huh."

Because by spreading rumors there is no idea how the town of Hasse will change, the men of the small temple say not to go out during the harvest festival.

Instead, Benno and the others are supposed to bring in the food and Ella and Nicola are supposed to make a treat so that the faces of the Guilberta Chamber of Commerce, the soldiers of the escort and the gray clerics and witches can all enjoy themselves.

When I arrived at the small temple, it was a sobering fuss to get the bed ready for tonight, to make a treat.

The Grey Cleric has instructed the soldiers to bring the Gilberta Chamber of Commerce baggage into the men's building rooms and kitchens. I saw my father go down with a crate to the kitchen for a moment.

Nora and Marte carry an unused futon stacked in the women's wing to the dining room, which Tor and Rick take to the men's wing.

It seemed Monica was the one giving the instructions and wielding the extraction, and Monica, who noticed my arrival, rounded her eyes and rushed over.

"Dear Rosemaine!? What's the matter? Have you fallen ill?

"No, I just took you here to be safe.... Dear Rosemayne, we are supposed to stay in the mayor's hall. I'll pick you up in the morning, so please wait here."

"Okay."

When I nod cocklessly, Brother Eckhardt looks back at Monica.

"Side by side, Lord Rosemayne's call. I will now return to the venue."

"I'll take care of the rest."

Brother Eckhardt was escorted back to the Harvest Festival venue, where he joined Monica in her own room, which is a hidden room in the prayer room.

During a few trips into and out of the small temple, the room is in order, so my room is ready to sleep at any time.

I need Monica to help me, take off my ritual clothes as temple chief and get dressed. Ella, Nicola and the Grey Witches seem to be struggling to make a treat in the kitchen.

Rosina's in the women's building, and they're setting up their own rooms, including Nicolas and Monica.

"Lady Rosemaine will not rest in your room until dinner is ready to satisfy you yet"

"Thank you, it will be hard for me, but good luck with me."

"Yes."

Brigitte is an aristocratic woman, so she was to sleep with me in my room. I say if I have a bench, I'll be fine, so I'll just have the futon brought in.

Resting in the room, the demonic stone attached to the wall glowed. Looks like someone's calling. When Brigitte opened the door with Kathari, Gil and Lutz stood.

"I have something to report, Dear Rosemayne"

Put the two of you inside and close the door. We have Brigitte, so neither of us tries to break a neat posture. I also listened to the two of them by posturing correctly.

"The glue making that Master Rosemaine had ordered me to do is over. It's in good condition if you line up in the workshop and let it dry during the winter."

I nod softly at Gil's report. Without Brigitte, he's just stroking his head and praising him for "good work". Gil and I got eyes on each other when we were thinking about that. You were thinking the same thing, glancing at Brigitte for a moment, flaunting your shoulders. I laughed small.

And the orphans from Hasse, who apparently looked forward to the annual harvest festival, seemed disappointed that they could not attend the harvest festival, but are thrilled that a treat is to come out here.

According to a report from Rutz, last time, it seemed to have spread out that he had given the bonus as a travel expense, and this time the soldiers of the escort had a spectacular fight and it was decided. Though only my father, whom I had appointed and requested, had a gentle face, and seemed to see the strife.

"And the soldiers are also more cooperative with the clergy than they were last time, whether Lady Rosemaine's words are conveyed or the sergeant is well educated"

"Yes, that's good. Well, I'll have to pay for my business trip this time. Ask Benno if he can use it."

I have no cash to go to the harvest festival. I only have the guild card so I can settle it.

"What about the rumors?

"Looks like the caravan that heard the rumors at Aerenfest passed by early enough or spreading rumors to watch out for Hasse as well. Some people came to listen to you when your husband or Mr. Marc came to town. Looks like Mr. Marc is spreading it the way he expected."

"When people began to gather from the countryside, I felt the residents of Hasse began to shut their mouths. Regardless of the people in town, I don't think the rural people know much about the rumors yet."

To the words of Lutz and Gil, I nodded lightly.

"I know you're trying to prevent the confusion from spreading..."

I remember Richter asking how this was going. If the former temple chief is told that he is dying and that no clerics will be sent to the Spring Prayer Ceremony, there is no doubt that the confusion will spread.

"Rutz, ask Marc to move on to the next phase"

"Yes, sir."

After finishing the discussion with the two of them, after a while, it seemed we had a dinner schedule, and Monica came to get us.

When I go to the dining room, I see everyone kneeling before a lot of treats.

"It's a harvest festival. It's a festival. 'Courtesy', please."

Everyone will have the face of incomprehensibility in my words. That would be so. There must be no nobleman but me to say this.

But I can't stand the situation where the treats are lined up and everyone has to eat while they think, "Eat fast".

"Briefly, let's all dine together. It would be a shame if a warm treat cooled down. Bring the kitchen people too. Only the table will be divided into noble seats, side services and exclusivity, clerics and witches, the Guilberta Chamber of Commerce and soldiers, but let's all have some fun."

Although there was no alcohol, I toasted with freshly squeezed fruit juice and everyone started eating together. Behind, wow, only Brigitte has a sinister face as the soldiers thrive. I guess it is intolerable for the aristocratic Brigitte.

"I'm sorry, Brigitte. But me, I really couldn't taste and eat slowly in all this gaze. You may be unhappy eating with your squire or soldier..."

"No, I have no aversion to this state of affairs because my parents are very rural and sometimes eat with their squire, and sometimes they make noise with the peasants during some sort of event. However, considering what would happen if Master Ferdinand found out..."

Brigitte pressed her cheeks and looked at me. "What the hell are you thinking!?" I can easily imagine being yelled at.

"It was done because Fran and Brother Eckhardt were invited by the mayor to stay there. Please don't tell anyone."

As I raised my index finger and made X with my mouth, Brigitte raised her brow lightly and laughed slightly, "Master Rosemaine, be careful not to let your mouth slip".

And when I had finished my meal, I turned to each table. Heading to the soldier's table, the guts and everyone who was eating put the food down like they were in a panic.

Laughing with Couscous, I speak to my father, the representative.

"Ladies and gentlemen, are you enjoying yourself?

"I'm afraid I don't have alcohol, but the food is great. Hey, guys?

Everyone nodded in unison at his father's voice.

"Oh, I've never eaten anything like this"

"Just eating this is worth getting here"

"It would have been perfect with booze"

Worry as politely as you can and follow and praise me, but those eyes nailed to the dish. He complains all over his body that he wants to eat fast.

"I'm glad you think it's delicious. I'll tell the cook. Go ahead, keep going."

To my words, the soldiers jumped to cooking at the same time as Gah. Working with wow, watching him eat, his father opens his mouth like a public tale at a magnitude confused by the bustle.

"... today's dishes taste so nostalgic. I remember the first dish my daughter ever cooked for me. They used my secret liquor on their own."

My father narrowed his eyes to his nostalgia as he carried the bird's liquor steam into his mouth. Using a secret honey wine, memories of laughter pass and tears seem to overflow.

... Don't cry here.

I breathed as slowly as I could, laughing and showing in tears all the time.