Ascendance of a Bookworm

We walk in the middle of a large hall, similar to the ritual of star knots, but with more people, with a curious gaze that we value.

Feeling suddenly that the music played by the musicians could walk fast, I moved my legs as quickly as possible and tried not to lag behind the speed of Vilfleet.

In the center of the stage stands an altar, a clergyman in cleric clothing for rituals. Towards the stage, on the left was a line of lords and their escort knights and sidelines. In addition to my adoptive father and adoptive mother, I notice your father looking at this one, and I smile a little.

The nobles gathered in the Great Hall were greatly distinguished by the same Knights outfits as their father on stage and by the civilian outfits worn by Justkus, by the side-servicing outfits and by those in flickering aristocratic costumes.

As far as the cloth quality and decorations of the costumes are concerned, those close to the entrance and exit are the lower nobles, who seem to become the higher nobles the closer they are to the stage. It somehow solidifies itself in knights and civil servants, but it always looks like a family unit, even given that there are gorgeous dressed women and sunny-wearing children there and children with the cape of the House of Lords like Brother Cornelius.

... Is your mother or brother the one before you?

Moving forward with that in mind, I saw my mother arraying near the center of the front row and Brother Eckhardt behind it. There was no Brother Lamprecht and Brother Cornelius, and when I turned my gaze around thinking, there were two figures on the right side closest to the stage.

Towards the stage where there are two brothers, on the right, there is a line of musicians with fesh peels and a figure of nobility with a magic ring nearby, which shows that there are officials of the child to be baptized.

There are sidekicks and escort knights around Rosina with a fesh peel. Mother and Brother Eckhardt are in a senior aristocratic position and not in a related position, probably because I have become the adoptive daughter of a lord.

... where would Richarda and Osvalt be?

Richarda and Osvalt, who led us all the way to the door of the great hall, are at the helm, so they should be there. That's what I thought, and I saw you coming in from a different entrance from us, and you two came out scratching the people in line, and you lined up with the people involved.

Once we stop in front of the stage, the clergyman moves his hand slightly and instructs him to come up. Following its instructions, we went up to the stage and lined up side by side.

Four baptisms begin, including a noble son who was far away and could not invite a priest. Although I have more than one child, the baptismal ceremony flow was almost the same as it was when I was.

After the chief clergyman speaks the myth in a well-sounding voice, each calls the child's name.

"Filine."

The girl called out comes forward. The girl who saw me in the waiting room earlier with a troubled face. Filine grips the stick of magic equipment offered to the clergyman. I am also a magic tool that sucks away the magic brought to me at the Baptist ceremony. If I gripped it and let it glow, the applause boiled.

He says he can't be recognized as a nobleman if he doesn't have enough magic to shine this magic equipment.

It is confirmed several times that the magic is measured, grown, and measured again as soon as it is born, so the fact that it does not glow in the baptismal ceremony seems not to be the first though.

Then push that magic apparatus into the medal and register the magic. By registering his magic in the medal, he is officially recognized as the noble son of Aerenfest.

"As my daughter, I give a ring to Philine, recognised by God and everyone"

Filine's father went up to the stage and gave her a ring to release magic into Filine's hands.

"To Philine, bless Gedurlich, the goddess of earth"

With the blessing of the Chief Cleric, Philine magically enters a ring of demonic stones smaller than my ring.

"I'm afraid so."

And return the blessing to the chief cleric. A puffy little red light flew to the chief cleric.

With that blessing return, I guess this is the normal blessing return, even if you think from what happened to the nobles behind it.

... Huh? Are you glad it's such a little bit?

In order to make the legend of the Virgin, the scale of the blessings I was made to the trinity of guardians is completely different from everyone else's. I should have congratulated all those present, although there were about 200 nobles gathered at that time.

... Everyone must have bothered me when I was here! Whatever you think, it's not normal!

I regretted that if I had looked ahead at the general nobility baptism ceremony, I would not have imitated it out of such common sense, but it was too late. Besides, the result should have been the same, rounded up by the clergyman who was going to make the legend of the Virgin.

After the baptism ceremony for everyone, it's a revelation.

It is a joy that the Son of the Aristocrat, who celebrated his Baptism ceremony in one year this year, joined him as a nobleman, in the hope of God's protection in the future, that he will serve music. Basically, I would play a song dedicated to God in my birth season and sing it.

We that were lined up on the stage were moved to the left side of the stage, and the Lord's side moved, and a chair was placed in the center of the stage.

"Filine."

The clergyman called me by name, and, as Richarda had told me, it seems to play in turn from the underprivileged.

When Filine sits in a chair in the center of the stage, the musician takes a fesh peel and comes up to the stage. Filine, handed a fesh peel by a musician, set up a fesh peel.

... Is that it? You're not that good, are you?

At first, I wondered if the child was the only one who was bad. But I'm not very good at that and then. I tilted my neck at the end of half the performance. What the hell were the challenges imposed on me and Wilfried?

The level of aristocratic preference is lower than I thought. That's what I thought, but as the performer went over half and gradually gained stature, he became a master.

I noticed that the sound of the fesh peel sounded completely different, and, oh, I understood it as soon as I could.

... the difference in education costs.

I see, if you don't play from the less identical, the reverse order is pathetic.

Differences in musicians and teachers that can be invited, as well as differences in instruments, become the level of appetite required as it is. The same reason why the level required of Wilfried and me will be higher.

If you grew up surrounded by the finest teachers and instruments and lost to the less stately, you can't keep majesty or anything in an aristocratic society.

"... practice, I'm glad you kept it, Brother Wilfried"

"Uhm."

The senior aristocratic child was just as good. Though a little bit more than the burnt blade Vilfleet. I mean, it's not as different as Wilfried being inferior.

"It's okay. Your brother tried."

The clergyman called his name "Vilfried".

As I gently pushed my back out, Wilfried walked straight onto the stage and sat in the central chair. A dedicated Wilfried musician brings a fesh peel there.

Wilfried received it and set up a fesh peel and started playing.

Is it blood to be strong in production or to be able to stay flat in the spotlight? Wilfried looks like he plays fesh peel loosely in a large crowd. The figure was worthy as a son of a lord.

As I turn my gaze slightly, my adoptive mother moisturizes her eyes and smiles and stares at Wilfried. The eyes filled with that mother's affection dazzle me, and I remember my mother, and I get a little envious of Wilfried.

Wilfried's performance was a little clogged, but he finished playing fesh peel without panic. Wilfried gets off stage with a smile he's done off the stage.

"Rosemaine"

I am called by the clergyman to sit in a chair in the center of the stage in the same way. Then, even though I didn't like the sloppy line of nobles, I caught my eye. I hear there are about 800 aristocrats in all of them, but I don't feel like there are many more.

Looking around the hall, I saw my mother and brother Eckhardt in the central front row. We're both looking at this one with an extra smile that doesn't seem like we're worried or anything. I can also see Justkus right next to Brother Eckhardt.

Instead, Darmuel and Brigitte, who are in the positions of officials, look more worried. Brother Cornelius and Angelica looked at this one with full anticipation. Richarda nods cocklessly to reassure me.

While I looked around the hall, there was an explanation of the legend of the Virgin from the adoptive father to the nobles, including how she was adopted, since the time of the Baptism.

... Stop! Don't serve me!

I keep my smile desperate as I scream in my heart.

On the verge of becoming unbearable to be gazed at, the embarrassing introduction ended and Rosina brought me a fesh peel.

"Dear Rosemaine, you'll be fine."

Rosina laughed small enough to help.

Remembering his smile, he said small, I was forced to smile and set up a fesh peel.

"Then pray to God, and give the service of music"

I give my music in gratitude to the God of my birth season, so what I play is a song dedicated to the god of fire, Rydenshaft, but I, have dug a grave.

What got me practicing was an animated song arranged a little easier by the Chief Cleric.

It's a familiar and easy song to play for me, but the prank of sneaking off to the chief cleric returned to me.

... Forgive me, only my heart cages! God!

I played my heart caged so that God had no disrespect.

And sing with your heart caged.

As soon as I did, I could see that magic was drawn all the way out to the ring, like when I uttered a blessing prayer.

...... hey, what is this!?

Magic spreads to match the lyrics and becomes a blessing. I hastily stopped the magic flow, but it seemed slow.

The blue light jumps out of the ring, onto the stage as a blessing, and pours down into the great hall.

The faces of everyone looking at this one are stunned, stunned, and blank.

Seeking help and taking a glimpse, the chief clergyman had closed his tight eyes and held down his temples. From the look on the clergyman's face, I feel something terrible is happening.

But I didn't know if it was a good thing to stop playing here, and in the end I kept playing until the end.

Even after the performance, the applause is sparse and the majority of them look like they are having trouble reacting. All I applaud is my associates.

... I'm sorry I made it a subtle atmosphere.

Passing the fesh peel to Rosina, and as I slowly rose up, the chief cleric walked over once.

I looked up, wondering what it was, and he held me up for a long time.

"Bless the Virgin who brings grace to Aerenfest!

In response to that voice, the nobles raised their stairs simultaneously. The light of blessing rises and I hear "I see, it's the Virgin".

... accelerated the legend of the Virgin, this man!

Hih! and at the same time that I breathe, "Wave. Laugh," he commands briefly. If I waved with the graceful grin I was made to practice, now the applause just broke.

As I am held by the chief cleric, I descend from the stage, smiling and waving my hand, and immediately leave the Great Hall.

The clergyman, who walks faster and with his big crotch, finally got him down after entering the holding room he was being given.

"Rosemaine, take this"

The chief clergyman takes the anti-bugging magic equipment out of the glitzy magic equipment attached to his waist belt and presses it into my hand.

After grasping the magic apparatus for a long time and sighing tirelessly at both of them, the chief cleric looked at me.

"Rosemaine, what is that blessing?

"I don't know. You're on your own."

Rather, I want you to teach me.

The chief cleric frowns at my answer.

"It wouldn't have been time for practice, would it? Why, all of a sudden, a blessing?

"... because you don't pray seriously in practice"

Desperate to chase finger movements and scales, there is no praying to God, he added small, and the chief clergyman tapped his temples lightly with a ton of fingertips.

"If I prayed seriously, oh, I did?

"That's right. It felt like magic sucked out on its own by the ring, surprised, and hastily stopped the magic, but it seemed a little late. Now you might want to take the ring off and play it."

The only reason the magic power is drawn out is because it is wearing a magic ring. The chief cleric shook his head slowly at my suggestion.

"It's impossible, such as the nobility who finished the baptism ceremony not wearing a magic ring. Either you're conscious of stopping the magic from the beginning, or you can reopen it and become the Virgin."

"It's also hard to be conscious of stopping magic. Mostly because it flows on its own and surprises me.... and you've had enough of the legend of the Virgin, haven't you? I don't think we need any more."

When I was reluctant, the chief clergyman gently clasped his shoulders.

"It's better to have a reason for something different than normal. … If the Virgin is of service to the Territory, she may not be repelled"

If I am not aware that I am more useful than I have great power, that I may be eliminated or persecuted, I cannot say anything to the bitter expression of the clergyman laying down my eyes, and I drew my lips together.

Concon and the door were knocked, and Richarda came into the room.

"The Great Hall is buzzing with stories about the Virgin. It's not a very awards ceremony atmosphere, so we're going to have lunch first. Ferdinand, please get dressed quickly."

I am taken to the dining room by Richarda. "The princess did well along the way," Richarda praised.

In the course of my baptismal ceremony, star knot ritual, and education to Wilfried, I knew I was not a normal child, Richarda says in a mild tone.

"There are many nobles who do not know, so the nobles will have eaten, but for us it is now. … Princess Rosemayne, having a lot of magic is not about making such a troubled face by being proud of yourself as a nobleman"

My heart became a little lighter in Richarda's words, and I exhaled ho.

After lunch and returning to the Great Hall, the ceremony will be followed by the award of capes and brooches to the new students of the House of Lords.

There are 14 freshmen this year, a lot more compared to our contemporaries.

Rosina, who had lunch elsewhere with us, joined us. For Rosina, who's always smiling, her expression is a little strange.

"Rosina, is something wrong?

When I speak, Rosina darkens her bewildered expression and looks at me.

"Dear Rosemaine, … Christine spoke to me earlier"

I was hacked by the name of Christine, the artistic witch that Rosina was serving before me.

Treated like a friend by Christine and living with plenty of immersion in art, Rosina was unfamiliar with her life in an orphanage, and as soon as she became my sideline, she also clashed with other sidelines and had a hard time.

Seeing Rosina perplexed by her reunion with Christine, I look lightly.

"Did they say anything?

When I asked Rosina if there was anything to hurt her, Rosina shook her head slowly.

"Master Christine was going to pick me up."

"... Huh?

I blink several times at unexpected words.

Rosina said it again with a look that she couldn't hide her joy in confusion.

"If you graduated from the House of Lords, adulthood, and were free to live, you were going to pick me up, Master Christine said. I didn't think you were going to be Rosemayne's musician."

My chest shakes deliberately on Rosina's unseen joy-filled expression. After all, is Rosina happier with the Lord, who is deeply built on art and can enjoy art together?

"... does Rosina want to go back to Christine?

My heart bugs me. If they say I want to go back, should I send Rosina to Christine?

He grabbed his hand with his chest all the time and looked up at Rosina, who slowly shook her head.

"No, I'm not thinking about that because I'm happy with my life right now. But I feel very comforted by my heart, which I thought had been abandoned, which was left behind by Lady Christine."

"Yeah, that's good."

I'm glad Rosina's broken heart is comforting.

I'm glad Rosina's gone.

When I exhale ho and relieve, Rosina laughs small with a troubled face.

"Dear Rosemaine, Don't worry, I'm Rosemayne's musician."

I don't like it when you're gone, and what I thought seemed like a prospect to Rosina.

Being a little embarrassed by the spotting of my little jealousy for Christine, I turned my gaze away and turned my attention to the stage.

"We will now have an award ceremony. Freshmen heading to the House of Lords forward!

Although I saw the stage in the voice of a civilian, it was no exaggeration to say that the stage was completely invisible. My surroundings are surrounded by escort knights and sidelines, and by clergymen and mothers, so that no one else can come near me.

I don't really see the stage, surrounded by large figures like that. I look at the award ceremony from the gap in my costume, wondering if someone could even wear a shoulder car.

I saw my adoptive father walking into the center of the stage, handing each and every one a cape and brooch, encouraging them to learn well.

After the award ceremony, there is an announcement of the date of travel from the civil servant to the House of Lords, with Brother Cornelius and Angelica muttering each date several times. Apparently it would be a journey per school year, and there was a slight difference between the two journey days.

"Where is the House of Lords located?

"It's in the center. They live there during the winter. The magic team for the transfer has specifications that many people can't carry at once. That's why we travel every school year."

At the end of the award ceremony, the inside of the great hall begins to twitch, and a chatty story begins there. After the award ceremony, the nobles exchange information, literally, seems to be the place to socialize.

I was gently slapped on the shoulder by the clergyman, wondering how to behave here.

"Rosemaine, you don't look so good."

"Well, oh dear. You should take the rest of the day off."

The chief cleric and his mother made sure to peek into my face, and said so.

I was still fine, but I find myself told far away to leave before any further trouble, and I leave surrounded by Richarda and escort knights.

On that road, I heard whispering to each other.

"That's the magic the Virgin deserves."

"Oh, there's just a little bit of magic, there's no way she's a Virgin."

"I'd love to be close."

"That Virgin must probably be my niece"

... My gaze hurts.

I won't be staring at this one openly, but horizontally, my gaze and consciousness are pointed at this one. I can see with my skin that it is much more noticeable than when I entered.

In anticipation of my desire to rush out, I walked face up not to lean.