Ascendance of a Bookworm

"Ha ha!?

The swollen warcraft did not explode. A cat-like warcraft that was about the size of an adult's knee became more than ten times the size in just a flash.

There was still a part of my head above me in the air aboard the horseman. At that size, the moon hides and drops a dark shadow.

"Gorze!?

Brother Eckhardt, who was chasing after Ruel back, jumps right off the spot and comes back on the horseback.

Darmuel and Brigitte also rode the horseman and looked up at Gorze with amazement.

"What is Gorze?

"It's the top species of Zanze, but I've never seen Zanze become a Gorze"

According to Yustox's description, a large number of cat-like warcraft around it are in Zanze, and after several steps of change by gaining magic, they will eventually become Gorze.

Even if Zanze gets a little bigger by eating Lüell's fruit or other warcraft, it seems to be about whether or not he will change to Felze.

"It must be because of taking in the princess's magic, but it's usually an impossible change"

Gorze, about the size of a two-story building, moved snugly. When I think I've opened my mouth wide enough, I start eating the little warcraft around me.

The appearance of Gorze, too suddenly huge and too powerful, was confused by the little warcraft, who tried to escape and devour the weakened warcraft in search of a little power, and the scene fell into confusion at once.

"Ordnants"

Justkus creates the Ordnants and flies an urgent communication to the Cleric Chief.

"Dear Ferdinand, Zanze eats the fruit of Lüell, which is caged with the magic of the princess, and transforms it into a Gorze. We need to get rid of it as soon as possible. I'd like to request your support for the Knights."

Biting Gilli and his back teeth off, Brother Eckhardt, who was listening to the report, deformed Starp into a large wave of long swords holding both hands.

"Eckhardt, can you handle it?

Yustox frowns when he sees Brother Eckhardt holding a long sword with both hands in good hands.

While instilling his magic into the Long Sword, Brother Eckhardt keeps his gaze off Gorze.

"I wouldn't know if I didn't try. Gorze himself, I guess, is not yet familiar with the magic and the size and power of his body taken in by sudden transformation. If we can attack, we only have a dull motion now."

Gorze carries the little warcraft to his mouth with his giant tongue. Brother Eckhardt, who turned his horseback over Gorze's head, who is only watching below, waves his sword wide.

"Whoa, whoa!

The moment Brother Eckhardt swung through his sword, a cool and dazzling light popped straight out towards Gorze.

It's small in power, but it looked just like the attack your father showed you when you were raided at a prayer ceremony. Brother Eckhardt and your father look alike, so they look extra like that.

A dazzling slash of light headed for Gorze, where he noticed Gorze move his head.

Seeing Gorze raise his voice of pain and anger, he could see that the attack was working once and for all, but it was also clear that Brother Eckhardt was not the one person he could manage alone.

Still, do you feel some response, Brother Eckhardt wielding his long sword again?

Whether you were surprised by the dazzling light or fearful of the entanglement, the little warcraft escapes to us into the midst of the temple.

In the meantime, Justkus skipped the instructions, collecting them one after the other with gestures that flowed through Rüell's fruit.

"Brigitte, Darmuel! Take the princess and retreat immediately! Stand by in the countryside!

"Ha!"

I will be led by Brigitte to leave the spot with a horseman.

Through the woods, I came back to a people-free countryside. I'm ordered to wait, so I stop once and look back.

The unnatural shaking of the forest trees showed that Gorze was rampant.

... I wonder what to do.

If it was a little Zanze, it would have been easy to take him down. It's a trinket with no major damage. But Gorze cannot be easily defeated even by his senior nobleman, Brother Eckhardt. It is clear that this happened because of my magic.

Until now, I have not had the opportunity to look objectively at the magnitude of my magic because when I use it is largely when I forget me in anger or when I give blessings.

The chief cleric had told me that magic was powerful and that it was dangerous if I didn't remember how to control it and how to protect myself, or that I had to see if it was harmful to the territory. I was going to figure it out somehow each time, but I didn't seem to know it at all.

"... I didn't know my magic would create such a warcraft. It's my fault."

"No, Master Rosemaine. It's our responsibility not to protect you."

To Kippy Brigitte's words, Dermuel holds the area around his stomach and frowns all the time.

"What can I do?... you can't leave Gorze alone like this"

"Dear Rosemaine, leave it to the Knights. That's why we have the Knights."

Brigitte puts her chest up, and that's what she undertakes. Still, watching Brother Eckhardt's offense wasn't working very well doesn't make me all that optimistic.

"Look, Master Rosemaine. Master Eckhardt is back too. It's okay now."

Two shadows of the horseman jump out of the woods, heading this way. Yustox and Brother Eckhardt.

Almost at the same time as we joined, the Ordnants flew in from the clergyman's source. I descend upon the arms of Justkus and deliver the voice of the chief cleric.

"I'll be right there. Raise the rot. We need to deal with Gorze before he storms and hits the perimeter. First, Eckhardt's attack. So if you can't defeat Gorze, it feels like Rosemayne is turning the wind shield upside down, making a cage out of the wind and locking it in so that it doesn't send out a warcraft. You're the only one out there who can hold back the warcraft that has gained your magic."

Repeating the Cleric Chief's instructions three times, Ordonanz returned to the Demon Stone. Immediately Darmuel takes out the starp and launches a "rot" and red light.

"Make a cage out of the wind?... can you do that or something like that?

"You also advised me to turn the wind shield upside down, so I'll do it. You have to do it yourself after what you've done, right?

The same thing could happen in future collections. If I cage my magic in demonic stones or be attacked by warcraft, the same will happen. You should learn how to deal with it.

Above all, being advised was lightening my mind. It's better to have something you can do to converge things than you can do nothing, even though you're causing this with your own magic.

"I'll do it, briefly, but where in Rosemaine's little body is that much magic? There will be no way we can give God's blessing to more than one person, cage all that magic in Lüell, and pray to God on this and make a shield of the wind. Reckless."

If you're still enough to build a wind shield, you can afford it, but it seems to be something that would otherwise be reckless.

Apparently not very clearly informed around me about my magic. It is known to have strong magic in baptismal blessings, but I guess it is not known to what extent it is.

I have never compared myself to others either, so I don't know how much magic I have. When I was thinking about what to say to my brother, Justkus gently clasped his shoulders.

"Eckhardt, it is Master Ferdinand, the princess's protector, who knows best how mighty the warcraft that devoured the princess's magic will be. You said that only the princess could deal with that Ferdinand. Make sure they give the princess's assistant the highest priority so they can lock up Gorze."

Brother Eckhardt gave me a worrying expression in one word of Justkus, but shook his head once and nodded.

"Okay. Let's do everything we can to help. Since magic is used on the shield of the wind, Rosemaine's horseman shall be cleaned up and boarded by Brigitte. Protecting Rosemaine while everyone is riding the beast so that the trinkets stay away. All right?"

"Ha!"

I will return the Lesser Bus to the Demon Stone and let Brigitte ride with me. And then we go back to the back of the woods where Gorze is.

Gorze, who was moving faster, noticed us and saw whether the magic had become more tame or used to his size than earlier.

A large, longitudinally long pupil glowing with a guillary glow is pointed at me with a pitch. I could see that a lightly opened giant eye recognized me as bait.

My spine trembles in the eyes of a carnivore trying to prey.

"Rosemaine, pray to God!

I cried out as Brother Eckhardt slapped the slaughter into the face of Gorze, who discerned that I was a consolidation of magic and was about to eat it.

Szczeria, the guardian goddess of the wind, the twelve goddesses who serve the side.

As I pour my magic into the ring, I speak the words of prayer as I always do.

My skin popped deliberately at the feeling that God was close to me, and I accidentally looked up at the purple moon. I don't know if it's because of a different moon, or if there really is something.

"Hear my prayers, give me holy power, give me the shield of the wind that keeps harmful things away."

With the image of trapping Gorze with a flipped umbrella, he creates a shield of wind. The shield, as clear as amber, is turned upside down, as I had in mind. Keep the pattern inscribed on the inside.

Gorze, shaped trapped in a large dome, rushes toward the shield and is blown away. A breath of relief leaked around.

But I frown unexpectedly. As soon as the shield was attacked by Gorze, it felt like it had been sucked away by magic.

At first I thought it was a mistake, but it's not. If Gorze storms and attacks the wind shield, they will suck out the magic.

"Rosemaine, you don't look well. Is magic okay?

"... I'm still fine. It's just not like before."

I only use about half my magic power in terms of making wind shields. But if they suck out the magic at this rate, I don't know if I can keep my shield until the chief cleric arrives.

"Brother Eckhardt, I've used the wind shield several times, but this is the first time that magic has been sucked out of me every time I'm attacked."

"That would be to offset the magic Gorze uses to attack. Didn't the opponent have less magic before?"

In the words of Brother Eckhardt I breathed with cockroach. As pointed out. When I first used it at the prayer ceremony, the peasants were my opponents, and when I protected everyone in the temple, I didn't receive the magic of the Chief Cleric from the front. It was meant to protect everyone from all the magic directed against the Earl of the Toad.

I didn't think you'd need magic so far to maintain the wind shield. I bite my teeth all the time, staring at Gorze, who repeatedly storms to break the shield of the wind.

... Chief Cleric, come quickly.

"Rosemaine, you look pale. Isn't it magical?

"... although the magic is still fine"

Keeping the wind shield under attack all the time is also tough with the amount of magic, but harder than that is the fact that the concentration is about to run out. Unlike before I had no problem making it and leaving it alone, if I hadn't concentrated and let the magic flow, the wind shield would likely be broken.

"I am now fighting an enemy mightier than Gorze."

"From Gorze!? What, is that!?

"I'm a sleeper."

Fatigue and the passage of time have combined to start the battle against the greatest enemy.

No matter how many naps I took, I left after the 7 bells rang. By the time Rhuell's flowers were scattered, the fruit began to grow, and the magically infused fruit was taken, it was midnight, and then there were still stares. The limits are close to the child's body.

Besides, I am now riding with Brigitte and I am held with one arm so that I do not fall. Thanks to the softening of my chest so that I do not strike my head, it is a very comfortable chest pillow.

... I want to sleep like this!

"Hold on, Rosemaine! No one else can make and maintain this many shields"

"I know! So anyone can do it. Don't tell me funny, interesting stories that make my drowsiness fly."

Desperately opening my eyes, which are about to close, I look at Gorze and ask for help around the perimeter, which is harboring the little warcraft that flies from time to time.

"That's a hard question all of a sudden. Justkus, who is gathering more information than I do, would be the right man. I got it."

"No, I have trouble being left to it. What I'm good at is collecting, not showing off information. Most importantly, I don't really know the princess's taste, so I can't talk about her interests. Dermuel, who serves for a long time, will be the right man."

Darmuel, who was gazed at by the two of them, blued and shook her head as she sifted.

"What Rosemayne prefers is a story about books and libraries. I can't talk satisfactorily!

Justkus raised his eyebrows lightly to Darmuel's screaming voice.

"The library? Then would you also like to talk about the library of the House of Lords?

"Please! I'll ask you how many books you keep, what kind of books you're dealing with, whatever."

The drowsiness blew up, and the House of Lords, which you'll go to when you're 10, is, in other words, an aristocratic school, and that library is a school library. I'd love to hear more about it.

Justkus laughed out at my words, which glanced at Guillari.

"I didn't think anyone would want to hear that information."

Justkus began to tell us about the library in the House of Lords. Information that doesn't matter to others is very useful and enjoyable to me.

There have been plenty of stories about the number of books held since the years they were made, the types of books, the people who donated the most, the names and years of the clerks who work in the library, and the libraries that didn't open.

"I made you wait!

When I soon wanted to go to the House of Lords, the Chief Cleric arrived. The white lion stops moving the bass and feathers.

"... is that Gorze? You've been locked up a lot, Rosemaine. It would have taken a lot of concentration and magic. Well done."

The chief cleric praises me as I watch the shield of the wind and the rampant gorze in it.

"Thanks to Yustox for an interesting story, I was able to concentrate"

"Right. As far as the faces around you are concerned, let's not ask for details. Let's get Gorze cleaned up, Eckhardt."

"Ha!"

When the Chief Cleric immediately turns his gaze from me towards Brother Eckhardt, he takes out the Starp and turns it into a sword of great swing. While pouring more magic into that long sword than he had ever seen before, the chief cleric drove the horseman up into the air.

Brother Eckhardt, after seeing the Cleric Chief once with a stern face, slowly lifts him up as he tries to protect us on our backs and pours his magic into the long sword.

The long sword of the chief cleric who moved the horseman over Gorze's head shines in rainbow, and I feel that glow is getting stronger and stronger.

"We'll do everything we can! Stand up!"

When I thought I yelled so, the chief cleric waved a long sword and pushed him into the momentum of falling towards Gorze.

"Rosemaine, turn it off!

At the same time as I rushed to put an end to the shield of the wind, the chief cleric and brother Eckhardt swung their swords.

A massive slaughter of light poured out of Gorze's head, and at the same time came a tremendous shock. The trees fall and the ground is decided, soil and stones rise and fly.

Still, compared to our surroundings, we suffered less damage because Brother Eckhardt's slaughter protected only the vicinity of his back.

Gorze disappeared to melt with a blow from the chief cleric. All that's left is a big demon stone. The chief cleric picks it up, looks closely, and shakes his head.

"You can't. This won't work."

The demonic stone gained by defeating Gorze is no longer the fruit of Lüell already. They can't be used as medicinal material because they cage a lot of cluttered Warcraft magic as well as my magic.

"Eckhardt, divide it up later"

That's what the Chief Cleric says, throwing the Demon Stone at Brother Eckhardt. Brother Eckhardt took it and put it in a leather bag looking important.

I admired the Rüell tree there unchanged among the trees of the woods that fell in shock.

The minute Yustokus collected it and everything else was eaten by the Warcraft, and there is not one more of Rüell's fruits left.

"... collected, failed"

Everyone helped me, came this far, and I should have gotten it once, but Zanze took it. Zanze's change to Gorze made him the feather to summon the chief cleric, and he ran at the end of the day, but nothing remained at hand.

And a very large hand was placed upon my head, which was dripping.

"I have no choice. There was too little information this year about the night in Szczeria. We should be ready next year.... Don't cry."

"Hey, I'm not crying. I just wanted to sleep and I just didn't get it."

Hurry and rub the mess in his eyes, and as I lifted up my face, the chief priest raised his brow gently, humming his nose with hun.