Ascendance of a Bookworm

After dinner I dressed in my room.

Put your pants on just like the female knight and leave your skirt dressed like it's okay to roll. The piece is also simple, decorative and made of sturdy fabric.

"You're not very cute"

Nicolas said that unfortunately, but basically Monica, who loves the simplicity with Vilma, exhaled lightly.

"You don't need decorations to go collect in the woods, Nicola. Ease of movement is the best thing. Isn't that right, Master Rosemaine?

"Monica is right. No need for flickering ornaments tonight."

The hair solidifies disappointingly with a hair conditioner to keep it out of the way and ties it to one behind. And if I was just going to walk in the winter hall, I put it back on my knee-length leather shoes that I had no problem walking in the woods from the short boots I thought I would wear. Whenever the string is pulled and tightened all over the place, the exhilaration springs up.

... It's been a long time since we've been in the woods, and it's been a long time since we've collected, so we have to work hard!

Since entering the temple, the chances of going to the woods have diminished. Ever since I was adopted by my lord, naturally, I haven't had a chance to go to the woods at all. Even though I wanted to go with Lutz and Gill when I saw the kids in the workshop go out to the woods in paper making, they were always answering machines because they were legs in my strength.

... Ugh, exciting.

Let me put on my shoes and I will stand up and wear a leather belt.

The belt is fitted with leather gloves for collection, leather bags for placing materials, tools for placing demonic stones, etc. Today I put on another leather belt and equipped it with a magic knife that the clergyman prepared for me.

Now we're ready for the collection we were told.

I laughed huffily, looking down at the various collection tools and knife patterns clutching to my hips.

... I feel so cool.

Unlike Brigitte, although there is nothing like armor, my outfit today is as brave and cool as ever.

"Monica, Nicola, what do you say?

"It seems very moveable, I think it's good"

Unlike Calm Monica's opinion, Nicola glistens her eyes with pleasure and grips her fist all the way.

"Master Rosemaine looks strong. It's cool."

Mindful that Nicolas praised me, I left the room.

"Brother Eckhardt, don't you think I look very strong?

When I am ready, I will head to the room where Brother Eckhardt and his brothers are waiting, and show them my hands wide open with bah.

After rounding his eyes, Brother Eckhardt shook his head loosely with a face that looked so unfortunate that he spoke to the deaf child.

"Rosemaine mustn't lay a hand on anything but collecting. You got that?

"... Yes"

Everyone's ready to go outside. If it's a full moon, the night lane should be a little brighter, but not brighter than I thought. Strangely, when I looked up at the sky with a rinse, the moon had a color I had never seen before.

"Ooh, the moon is purple though!?

Surprised by so much disgust, I pointed to the moon and shouted, but everyone just glanced at the moon once and showed no particular reaction.

"It's the night of Szczeria."

That's what Justkus said as a matter of course, and Brother Eckhardt looked down at me lightly as he was surprised.

"... you've never seen Rosemaine?

"It's my first time. I've never been outside at such a late hour, and this is something I've often slept in this season."

"I see."

What I've never seen is maybe I can't help it, but I've lived in this world for three years and I've never even heard the moon turn purple.

"Because the cold suddenly gets stronger when we cross the night of Szczeria, it is said that it is the night that the god of life, Averibe, transcends the power of Szczeria, the goddess of wind. Conversely, the moon stains red on the night of Fruitrène at the beginning of spring. Beyond the night of Fruitraine, the snowmelt begins, and it is said that Fruitraine, the goddess of water, has transcended the power of Averibe, the god of life."

Oh, my God, it seems autumn isn't the only time the color of the moon becomes a strange color. I'm convinced it wasn't going to be a story that my family would make me listen to sleeping with fever because it's about the change of season every year and it has absolutely nothing to do with the poor in the lower town to see if the magic would strengthen.

"Princess, Rüell blooms in the full moon light. It's time to get along."

Yustokus, who said so and put out his horseback, ran out on the horseback with a glimpse.

Seeing a creepy moon glowing purple, I also send out a single-passenger Lesser Bus to chase Justkus. There are Brigitte and Dermuel on my left and right, respectively, and it is Brother Eckhardt who guards the back.

We crossed the countryside, where everyone had moved to the winter hall and there were no signs of people, and from there we went into the woods and found Rüell's tree a little further back, Yustox said at the dinner table.

As the saying goes, he doesn't even show a bare gesture of getting lost at all, and Justkus jumps into the woods. Marked, but I have no idea.

"Princess, that's Luel."

Luel already had flowers in his bloom. The leaves are not bushy, and dozens or so of white wood lotus-like flowers bloom on twigs of textured trees that are clingy and metallized, sprinkling strong aromas to stand on the branches.

"As the light of the full moon hits, the petals fall off the outside so that Rüell's fruit actually grows. It's going to take a while before it's fruitful."

To Yustox's explanation, ho ho ho, I approached the wreather bus to the flower. Closer makes the smell stronger.

I gently closed my eyes and slowly inhaled the sweet fragrance that drifted. Smells lukewarm.

"Wouldn't this flower be some kind of material? Though it's going to be perfume."

To my inquiry, Justkus narrows his eyes and stares at Rüell's flowers.

"Hmm, you didn't know Rüell would produce such a strong scent. Maybe the night of Szczeria is different from the other full moons. You want to take one of those flowers home?

Not something to make me listen to, but in a tone running into my hobby, whining about my differences with my previous Rüell, Justkus took out his stapes in a groan. And chant "Messer".

With a stalp deformed to the shape of a knife, Justkus pulled the horseman over to the branch. Stand up and cut the branches to collect flowers.

When the branches of the extra part were long truncated, leaving only the branches of the part with the flowers attached, the flowers were carefully placed in the leather bag.

"Yustox, I'd like to try it too."

"Yeah? Oh, oh, princess"

I left my surroundings completely behind and seemed immersed in my hobby. Yustokus looked up at my voice hazy and laughed softly at Nicole after she had a slightly worse look of punishment.

"Now, let the knife out, with magic, cut the branches like I did, and try to collect the flowers"

"Yes!"

I also decided to try to imitate Justkus and cut one off with the knife that the clergyman gave me. It's a little prep exercise. I really need to make sure I can collect on my own.

When he took out the magic knife with his right hand, he rode himself out the window of the Lesser Bus, close enough to be touched by the flowers. Reaching out, I grip the branches of a lukewarm sensation, and with magic I put a knife on the branches.

Are you sure you can cut it, thrilled, and when you applied the force, the branches were cut off softly as if it were even butter.

"Wow. Easy cut..."

I compare the branches of Lüell in my hand to the knife that the clergyman gave me. The knife of sorcery was an excellent thing that, with magic, could properly cut off branches even with my poor powers.

With this knife, I might have been helpful in collecting the woods, too. With that in mind, I cut off the extra branches and put the collected flowers in the leather bag.

"Yeah, you don't seem to have a problem collecting"

Brother Eckhardt, who was worried that I would be able to collect, said so as he was relieved.

"Princess, the same way we collect fruit. All you have to do is cut off the branches and cut off the extra branches."

"Yes, I understand"

Looks like we can safely collect Ruell. I also practiced how to collect, and I exhaled ho and relieved myself.

"... Ah, the flowers"

As the light of the moon plunged in, the flowers began to scatter. Every petal flickers as it is stripped, and falls, shaken and danced by the wind.

Unlike cherry blossom petals, they are as large as Shiraki Lotus. A white bird's feather shakes like it's being played by the wind and falls as it twirls around.

The moment the petal falls to the ground, I can't help but notice how it disappears to assimilate to the soil, so beautiful, I can't take my eyes off the falling petal.

The fantastic time was short.

Is that it? When I thought, the petals were already completely peeled off and there was not a single flower left in the branches.

And if you look closely at the branches of Rüell, where there were flowers, purple crystals about the size of my pinky fingers grew from the branches.

"This is the fruit of Rüell. It will grow to this size in full moon light."

Eyebrows and stares at Rüell's fruit as Justkus shows about 10 cm in size with his thumb and index finger.

"But when I picked it before, it was a little pale yellow fruit. It wasn't this color."

Yustox seems to have begun to immerse himself in his thoughts again. It's easy to understand because the tone changes.

"Does the color of the moon also dictate the color of the fruit?

"I guess so. You should pick some up for reporting to Master Ferdinand and for me to collect.... don't you think so, princess?

"It's for reporting and research. Wouldn't it be nice if we didn't imitate it like we would adopt it all?

As I was discussing it across Justkus and Rüel, I could see the noise approaching from afar, like stepping apart from the gutter and the grass. That's not one or two footsteps either.

As soon as I thought there might be dozens of them, I could see cat-like or squirrel-like animals less than the size of Dermuel's knee popping up and coming this way.

I can't say it's a small animal, but I don't think it's cute at all because my eyes are creepily red glowing in the dark.

"It's a warcraft!

As Brother Eckhardt said so, he took out the stamp and deformed it into a spear-like shape, he jumped off the descending horseman. Zach a rabbit-like warcraft with horns growing instead of long ears with the momentum as it is.

At the tip of a spear protruding from the belly of a warcraft towards his back, a glittering little jewel-like object is stabbed. At the next moment, the shape broke so that the shape of the rabbit melted loosely, and the jewel that had stabbed him at the tip of the spear disappeared to blend into the spear.

"As far as I've looked around, none of this is strong, but there are many. Make sure you finish it!

"Ha!"

When Darmuel and Brigitte jump right off the horseman and take out the starp, they deform it. He swung and knocked down a few.

"Brother Eckhardt, there's a lot coming!

It was well known to me that a warcraft was coming over to surround Rüell's tree, floating on a horseman. I see a lot of eyes glowing red across the beam. My spine trembled at the creepy eyes and the hostility that was clearly being directed at me.

"Rosemaine, never get off the horseman! Justkus, we need to give top priority to collecting Rosemaine!

As they guarded Rüell's tree with their backs, the three knights set up their weapons and began to slaughter the Warcraft simultaneously. When the spear is swung wide and the Warcraft is swept away, he pierces the Warcraft and ends it.

Some warcraft are shaped to dissolve away, while others are just lying in the butterflies.

"Hih!?

The surrounding warcraft flocked to the warcraft lying in the butterflies and began to devour them. I get goosebumps all over my body when I see things like co-eating, giving priority to eating the same warcraft over knights with weapons.

When the herd of warcraft suddenly jumped off the scene like it had lost interest, there was no complete appearance of the warcraft lying there. And I can see that there is only one Warcraft that is larger than the surrounding Warcraft.

"Darmuel! Take the Demon Stone for sure, even the weak Warcraft! If other warcraft eats you, you'll grow! We're gonna fight harder and harder."

Guess from Brother Eckhardt's words, apparently the Warcraft grows by eating demon stones. And the slightly grown Warcraft tries to grow further by eating the weakened Warcraft around them.

Darmuel hurried to pierce the slightly-grown Warcraft several times with a spear and pierced the Demon Stone. When the Warcraft gets a little stronger with co-eating, it seems to be a painful battle for Darmuel. I can see that Darmuel has no room at all compared to the other two.

"Wow, what can I do... something..."

Gratefully, Justkus shook his head as he looked for something he could do.

"There's nothing princess can do."

I know they say that, but I want to help at all. I think desperately of my head, which is solidified by the fear that is being attacked by the Warcraft.

There is little that I can do in battle. I can only pray to God enough.

"Ha, what about the shield!? If you cover the perimeter of this tree with the shield of Szczeria, the Warcraft will not be able to come in!

"No! If you cover it with a magic shield, you won't even reach the full moon light!

I chewed my lips a long time after Yustox dismissed it as meaningless if I could not collect it.

"The princess only has to think about collecting. Leave the battle to the knights."

Justkus is right to tell the experts to leave it to them. I'm not wrong. However, the number of knights that can fight is overwhelmingly low compared to the number of warcraft that come out one after the other from behind.

"Yustokus, is it something so demonic?

"No, the full moon I picked hardly ever came out of demons or anything. This is an anomaly. Didn't Lady Ferdinand also say that the night in Szczeria is special? It attracts all these demons, so there's no doubt about the quality. … the number of demons is unexpected"

Yustox, who told me to bite my back teeth with a giri, also seems to have a lot to think about in the current situation. But all in all, my collection is just a top priority.

With a slight impatience, he stares at the fruit of Rüell, which grows a little, but the more frustrating he feels, the slower it was.

"Yustox, how much longer will it take!?

Brother Eckhardt's voice echoes from the bottom, to which Yustox replies roaring, staring at the fruit of Rüell.

"It's not even half the size yet!

"There are so many warcraft coming after Rüell's fruit that I can't count! I don't have a kiri."

Darmuel, the least magical of the three, seemed to be struggling quite a bit. My shoulders are moving wide and I'm exhaling rough. For a small amount of magic, I guess it is heavily depleted because I am slamming it down with my arms.

"... Justkus, the shield of Szeria can't be used to block magic, can it? Instead of blocking it, why don't you take care of it? Is it okay to pray for good luck and bless Angleaf, the god of martial arts?

And Yustokus lifted up his face like a hack, and looked at me. Let your eyes shine and nod loudly.

"Oh, then I'll be fine. Princess, give them protection."

"Lyden Shaft, God of Fire, gives them the protection of Angleaf, God of Warrior Warfare"

I put my magic into the ring and prayed. Blessed blue light pours down, pouring down on the three fighting around the Rüell tree.

The movement of the three suddenly changed. Obviously, the motion runs out and the speed is out of step with earlier. As the sharpness of the weapon increased, the number of slaughtered in one swing increased.

"Dear Rosemaine, Excellent protection!

It was Brigitte who raised his bounced voice.

Brigitte glanced around, fluttering and skirting with a strong light in Amethyst's eyes. When I think I have slightly dropped my hips, I wave a weapon with a slightly opposite blade at the end of the long pattern like a sword.

"Hey hey!

Brigitte's weapon, along with her temperamental voice, makes a buzz and waves. The surrounding warcraft, which was within striking range of the blade, broke shape at a time and melted away.

The surrounding warcraft begins to flock for strength to the weakened warcraft that could not be defeated by Brigitte's blow, but Brigitte runs a few steps towards its consolidation, armed.

"Scatter!"

Brigitte steps on the ground and flashes his weapon. The long blade flipped, and the hardened warcraft was swept and torn apart at once.

Your father's words come back to your brain when he said that he was more magical than Dermuel, with his weapon wielded without stopping.

"This won't help."

As both Brother Eckhardt and Dermuel have become considerably easier, they began to defeat the Warcraft.

"Princess, grasp the fruit of this ruel and infuse it with magic. You pour magic until the color changes completely."

"Yes."

That's what they said, pointing to Ruel, who grew up, and I nodded, worried about what was going on down there.

"Princess, they are knights. Hunting warcraft in the realm is fine because it's their job. Focus on collecting more than that."

And Yustox said unto me, When I lifted up my face, I reached out unto Ruel, who grew up, and began to grip, and pour magic. Rüell's fruit, which looked like purple crystals, is actually as stiff and limp as it looks, and sturdy.

... We need to get this over with.

Until my gathering is over, the knights will not be able to stop fighting. I will pour my magic into the fruits of Kitty and Ruel.

Unlike the Demon Stone when I made the Lesser Bus, my magic is hard to pour into the fruit of Rüell. I feel resistance just saying I don't want to put in extra magic.

"The demon tree is alive too, so it's highly resistant, isn't it?

It's the same thing that you don't want to put magic within it other than yourself, Yustox says.

I convinced Luel of his resistance, recalling the disgust and discomfort of the Chief Cleric when he tried to instill magic in me with the aim of blocking the wounds, when Trombe was exorcised.

"I will gather you while I remain vigilant"

Wanting a material that wasn't dyed by his magic, Justkus put on leather gloves to block the magic and quickly collected a few ruels. I don't need to dye it with magic, so I'll be done collecting Justkus in no time.

He grips harder and harder, pouring more and more magic into the fruits of Rüell like purple crystals in my hand. Sweat floats on my squiggly forehead even though it is in the air of a crisp, cold night. Twitching and purple fruits began to change to pale yellow as they slammed their magic power with the impulse of resistance.

...... a little more.

One squirrel-like warcraft climbed the tree as I grabbed Ruel. Justkus kicked it off and Darmuel stabbed the stop.

I learned an unspeakable fear of my current situation, although I wasn't even injured, but I couldn't move at all. Fast, fast, and mindful, I keep my magic flowing.

"Justkus! What do you say?

"Fine. Cut it out."

To the words of Justkus, who confirmed that the colour had changed completely, I took out the knife and cut off the branches.

"I picked it!

"All right, get ready to retreat!

Brother Eckhardt's voice sounded, and as soon as the atmosphere loosened, the cat-like warcraft that flew away from another tree flew towards me, screaming, Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. A mouth as wide as it was torn open, pointed teeth, sharp, glowing nails coming at me.

"Yikes!?

I crossed my hands to shelter my head, and I meditated my tight eyes.

"Princess!

Yustokus beats the Warcraft to pieces in Starp. Not only was there a shock in my hand, but in my hand as well. When I opened my eyes, I saw the battered warcraft flying in my hand with Ruel in my arms.

"My Ruel!

The sharp voice of Justkus stops me from chasing the warcraft.

"Princess! Go back, Eckhardt!

Brother Eckhardt runs after the flying warcraft, but before falling to the ground, a warcraft exploded in the air, flying with the fruit of my Rüell.... looked like.