Ascendance of a Bookworm

After finishing the carta battle in the children's classroom with my victory, I spoke out to Wilfried, who was regrettably stepping on the estate.

"Brother Wilfried, I will be away for a while because of the service in three days. When you come back, practice so you can beat me in Carta."

"No? You said you were away for a while?... Everyone, here comes the winning chance. Now it's time to beat Rosemaine!

Several boys burned their willingness to respond to the voice of Wilfried, who was more conscious of the next victory than of their lost remorse, holding their fists.

"Ha! Let's definitely win, Master Wilfried"

"Oh, it's an ops meeting! Rosemaine, go that way. Don't ask."

Having been able to compete in the children's classroom, Vilfleet is growing well, acting on those who have a good natural losing personality. It's also smiling at the innocent elementary school boy who's been gathering his people together since he decided to "beat me in carta" his goal this winter for something like an op conference.

"How long has Master Rosemaine been in the temple?

Yellow-green eyes like Philine's young leaves look at me anxiously, but I cannot return a clear answer. There are a number of anxiety elements about the extent to which what the former temple chief lost affects what his adoptive father will do with the little chalice he has taken on his own.

"I don't know how long it will take to fill all the little chalices, so I can't say for sure. Filine should write this story down if she has time."

I hand over the second piece of the story told by Filine's mother. I will leave what I have written as a manuscript to be made into a book sooner or later, but what Filine herself has written will eventually be spelled out in thread and made into a booklet for you.

"I'm afraid, Master Rosemaine"

I let my face shine and Filine received the manuscript. As we laugh at each other all the time, a few girls rush over from the side.

"Dear Rosemaine, Dear Rosemaine. I've heard from your mother, too."

"God's picture books are lovely, but I, the bard, would love to read the story of the knight in the picture books."

Three days passed as I worked out the idea of the next book to make, surrounded by cute girls and writing down in turn the content of the stories they tell.

"Richarda, it's a little hard to move"

"What are you talking about, princess? If you're going to ride a beast through a blizzard like this, there's still not enough cold."

The day I return to the temple is a blizzard and my vision is pretty bad. The snow is too deep to come and go by carriage so I'm supposed to travel by beast today.

Richarda, worried about my health, lays her clothes one after the other to prevent the cold, but it is cramped and difficult to move.

"My horseman has walls and a roof..."

Send out a microbus-sized lesser bus, get Ella, Rosina, and, Brigitte on board for an escort.

If you get in, the snow and wind will be blocked, so it's not particularly cold.

The Cleric Chief, Darmuel and Brigitte have cloaks on the same full body armor as they did during the Trombe crusade. If I wore metal armor or or something in this blizzard, would it be frostbite?

The clergyman smiled at my doubts.

"This armor is a form of magic equipment, so you don't have to worry about it like that"

What a seemingly metallic piece of armor is a form of magic equipment, and it seems to have cold and fire resistance features. They say the performance is variable depending on the quality of the original demonic stone and the magic power of the person, so I'm more worried about Darmuel than the chief cleric.

"Would Master Ferdinand and Dermuel like to take the Lesser Bus too?

"No, we need perimeter alert, so if you can move with it, it's fine. Okay, let's go."

The Knights jumped on the Horsebeast, saying that it did not seem uncommon to dispatch to exorcise the warcraft that appeared in the snowstorm, and that neither of them had any particular problems. The Knights seem to be harsher than expected.

"I wondered what would happen when I asked you to travel through the snowstorm, but this is comfortable."

Rosina was right, she arrived safely at the temple without any snowstorms and without any accidents. It would have been more comfortable than a carriage.

However, this is due to the fact that there was a clergyman and Darmuel who would lead the way while his vision was bright white with the blizzard. I don't think I would have reached the temple without a cloak to hang on to the two blue and loess colors.

Running through the sky eliminates any sense of direction and is too dangerous. I'm also afraid to drive a snow path, but I was more afraid to drive a snow sky.

"Welcome back, Master Rosemaine"

"I'm home now, Fran, Monica"

I just cleaned up the Lesser Bus and ran in to jump into the Temple, while Fran and Monica jumped out to pick me up in a hurry. Exactly in this blizzard, I couldn't seem to see the horseman.

"Rosemaine, when I get dressed, I head to the temple chief's office for a service festival meeting. Get dressed and wait."

"Okay."

I was flying by horseback in the snowstorm, but neither the chief cleric nor Darmuel had become snowmen. The Knights armor was amazing.

Changing from armor means Darmuel dresses first in the escort room, and Brigitte remains in armor and is escorting.

Fran went to Darmuel's for tea. When Brigitte goes to get dressed, Nicola takes her tea to the escort's room.

I'm getting dressed, too. Bishibishi hit the snow just a short distance from the horseman to the temple, so Monica would also wipe her face and hair, letting her take off every piece of clothing that was made to be heavily layered, as if peeled off an onion.

And change into the temple chief's clothes. My body became lighter and easier to move.

After getting dressed and sipping a warm cup of tea, the clergyman, dressed from armor to cleric clothes, arrived.

"Kanfel and Fritak are said to be finished preparing for the service ceremony without delay. As originally planned, the service ceremony begins tomorrow on Saturday. Let your body rest slowly today."

"Okay.... but have you decided to what extent the portion of the former temple chief missing will affect you and what to do with the little chalice that your adoptive father has taken on?

Even though there are few blue clerics and not enough magic. There Zilvester has taken on the Little Holy Grail, but what the hell happens?

Though I said "myself after myself" thinking about the future, I know there's no way a busy lord in winter socializing can come to the temple to give his magic service. The chief cleric said, "I guess," but did you manage it?

"The Lords and their wives were properly given their responsibilities. No problem."

That's what the chief cleric said, taking two demon stones out of a bag that was lowering to his waist. I saw plenty of magic poured into the demonic stones used to absorb magic. If you're going to build up all this magic, you're going to need a lot of magic.

"... did you ask the lords and wives to put their magic into it!?

"No way. There's no way I'm going to let those two people who are pouring the magic necessary to maintain their territory do that"

"I just thought the chief clergyman might do it. I told him to do what he did, and he took away his magic..."

When the worst anticipation is off and hoarse, the chief cleric slowly hoists the edge of his lips as he rolls the demonic stone over his palm.

"We have a lot of magic sinners this year. I'm pretty sure it's richer than last year when it comes to magic. It would be nice to keep that alive for a long time without disposing of it."

To observe from that evil smile, he must have negotiated with the lords and his wife to suck the magic out of the mother of the claustrophobic lords and the Earl of Bindebalt. I use everything available thoroughly. That attitude is reliable. When I'm on your side.

"Teach blue clerics how to handle magic, and use this to perform a service ceremony. If you get used to it, it should be over sooner than last year because it has a lot of magic."

Because of my lack of magic, it would be hard to teach a blue cleric unfamiliar with the treatment of mighty magic, but later it would be easier, said the chief cleric.

"I'm going to teach Kanfel and Fritak how to handle magic today, but I hope you stay quiet. It is also forbidden to go to the orphanage today. Be careful not to get sick."

If it is true, since I am the temple chief, I have decided to make my physical fitness and magical devotion paramount, although I need to be between rituals from the beginning to the end of the service ceremony. It is the Chief Cleric who watches the entire process of this year's service ceremony.

"There is a call to collect winter material on the way to the service ceremony. Just make sure you stay fit."

"Yes."

The next day they are made to bathe in the morning and dress in ceremonial costumes. Unlike last year, I tighten my silver belt with something like a gold taski on my costume for the ritual as temple chief. Everything else you wear is red.

(10) It is the same as what was used in the disclosure. While I was instructed by Rosina, Monica and Nicola, who wear them, seemed to be getting used to them a little bit, and the time taken to wear them was considerably quicker.

"Done. What do you say, Rosina?

"Yeah, you're doing great."

Rosina's passing score, so we'll just wait for the ritual to be ready later.

Waiting to hear from Fran and Monica about what had happened during his absence, Thurm came.

"Dear Rosemaine, I think you're ready."

"Okay."

Led by Fran and Zahm, I move between rituals. During the ceremony, this temple chief's office is closest, making it easier to travel this year.

As we walked careful not to step on the long hem, a gray cleric waiting in front of us during the ritual opened the door as we walked.

Beyond the door, just like last year, the altar was erected, decorated with divine objects, and the little chalices lined up sloppily. Fire is burning like a bonfire on both sides of the wall, and that's heating the room.

"Thank you for waiting"

Unlike last year, the clergyman was not the only one who was during the ritual. Kanfel and Fritak are with us. Each with a demonic stone packed with magic, waiting with a tense face.

"... So let's get started"

And the chief priest urged me to go forward, and he himself knelt down against the altar, and put his hands upon the red cloth. Kanfel and Fritak also kneel after the clergyman. He places the demon stone to touch the red cloth and gently puts his hand on top of it.

I passed beside the chief cleric and knelt just as I did when I left a few steps ago. Once you look up at the altar, lay your hands on the red cloth and lay down your face.

I should have recited it last year following the Chief Cleric, but this year everyone recites it in my prayer words. Breathe gently, and I opened my mouth.

"I am the one who created and paid the world and prayed and thanked the gods."

When I utter the words of prayer, the three behind me recite, and a low voice sounds good during the ritual.

"Highly pavilioned, the Supreme God presides over the great sky, the couple gods of darkness and light, the wide and hospitable earth, the goddess of the five pillars, the goddess of water, the goddess of Fruitrene, the goddess of fire, the goddess of Rydenshaft-style Szeeria, the goddess of earth, the goddess of Gedurleich, the god of life, Aveliebe, to bless and honor the gods, to reward and serve the grace of their noble divine power."

As I mouth a prayer complaint, then magic flows from within me. A red cloth that sucks magic glitters, and magic flows towards the altar as a wave of light.

The waves of light also flowed one after the other from behind me, and my magic was drawn forth even more, as I gained its momentum.

It's time to stop.

Face up to the voice of the chief priest, and I will take my hands off the red cloth. He stares at the waves of light that flow and counts the number of little chalices filled.

Last year the Cleric Chief and I filled 7-8 Little Grails at a time, but this time it seems we could fill about 40 Little Grails at a time.

"For this minute, it's going to be over tomorrow."

"No, the Demon Stone's magic is almost gone. It will take about three more days to complete the service ceremony."

The chief cleric saw the demon stone he had recovered from two men, Kanfel and Fritak, and said so. Indeed, the colors of the demonic stones are almost black, leaving less magic.

"Kanfel, Fritak, thank you for your hard work. You should go back to your room and rest."

"Thanks to both of you, it helped. Rest in peace."

Deal with the great magic you have never dealt with, speak up to the two of you who are well tired, and allow them to leave the room.

"I'm afraid so."

"Excuse me, sir."

After the two left the room, the chief cleric also speaks to the gray cleric who had refrained outside the door.

"Bring in all the blue clerics but Kanfel and Fritak. I'll finish it all at once."

"Yes, sir."

soot, and the grey clerics lowered with little footsteps.

"If you're done in three days, it's a lot easier than last year."

Last year, after filling most of the Little Holy Grail with the Cleric Chief and the two of us, we even had to fill the Little Holy Grail in the margins that were given to the Lord and the Temple Chief. I was prepared to have to socialize the aristocracy in that state as well, so I naturally smile at what made it unexpectedly easier.

"Unlike last year, it won't take more than ten days. We have to recover winter material, we are definitely going to be able to finish the dedication ceremony by the next Saturday. Thank you."

"I was relieved because I think I can afford to rest and restore my magic,"

It was hard to put magic into Luel's fruit, and it takes a lot of magic to dye it with your own magic. When I used magic at the service ceremony, I was honestly glad I could afford it because I had to force my magic to be restored with that outrageously bitter medicine.

... If it hadn't been for that little chalice, it would have ended sooner.

With that in mind, I turned my gaze to the Little Holy Grail, which the Lord had freely increased.

"Chief Cleric, which in the hell is the little chalice that your adoptive father has taken on?

"west of Aerenfest, the little chalice of Flaberturk."

In the words of the chief cleric I thought of a map. I've heard that western lords and Aerenfest lords are close.

"The Lord of the West is close, isn't he?

"Right. The relationship is good. But it's hard for the Lords and their wives to be weak when it comes to asking for help from Flavelturk."

Until now, the chief clergyman has gone to the negotiating table and placed favorable conditions on this one, or in some cases rejected it, but from now on, if the chief clergyman does not go to the negotiating table, he and his lord will see it as good, he said.

"Master Florencia, too, is it?

"Mr. and Mrs. Lords of Flavelturk are the brothers and sisters of Mr. and Mrs. Aerenfest. My siblings are weak when they get out strong."

For Zilvester, a second sister has been married to Flaberturk, and Florencia, the sister of the Lord of Flaberturk, has been married to Aerenfest.

And unlike Aerenfest, Flaberturk is a land caught up in a gutsy coup that took place in the center a few years ago, where the earlier lord executed it in its original form, and Florence's brother, who succeeded him, is desperate to rebuild the territory, the chief cleric said. They say it's harder in many ways than Aerenfest.

"I know you're both willing to help out for what you were close to, but I was having trouble with the wrinkles coming this way. Thanks to you, Rosemaine."

"You're going to let me stand on the arrow again, aren't you, Sheriff?

Humph, staring up, the chief cleric raised his brow lightly with a cool face.

"You're the temple chief, and I'm the shrine chief."

"Chief Cleric, you'd better find out what it means to be stubborn. What a rare mistake to remember."

Hehe, hehe, the blue clerics came where they were laughing at each other.

The clergyman, all aligned and frightened, sees his feet stopped at the entrance, urges me to leave the room.

"The temple chief should stand back and rest"

"Now if you'll excuse me first. Thank you for coming later."

I leave to the Chief Cleric to leave the room and return to my chamber with a loving laugh at the Blue Cleric.

I called Monica to change from ceremonial to everyday clothes.

"Fran, the service ceremony is going to end sooner than expected, so it's going to be sooner or later to return to the castle"

"Do you know when it will be?

"Three more days will be at the service ceremony, the chief cleric said, but more than that... Yeah, I heard there's a material collection I have to accompany on the next Saturday."

When I tell the clergyman of my plans, Fran writes on the calligraphy board. "They're less burdensome on Master Rosemaine than they originally planned," he muttered.

Initially, the plan seemed to be to collect the material in a way that goes through the middle of the service ceremony, and as soon as I got back, I would participate in the service ceremony.

"The Chief Cleric has prepared the medicine, but you won't need to use it anymore."

"I'm happy about that, too"

"So, Master Rosemaine. While you're at the temple, could you look this way?

What Fran brought was letters and letters that he had accumulated while he was at the castle. I began my paperwork with pleasure because it was an easy task to look through the letters.

The majority said, "Thank you for coming to the harvest festival. The prayer ceremony was also a courtesy letter" mixed with a personal letter to the former temple chief.

"... Is this him?

A secret love sentence to the former temple chief had been received. I'm not sure about the handwriting appraisal, but the handwriting seems similar, so I'm probably pretty sure.

The letter said, "I really need to ask you something. You're the only one I can count on".

... There's something I'd like to ask you, even if they say so.

There is no way I can meet with the Temple Chief, who is already dead. Moreover, the date specified in the letter that we would like to meet has already passed.

Before the letter, which had no sender or addressee written, I put my arms together and roared, Mmm.

Well, what the hell am I supposed to do?

"In the meantime, you're going to have to write a reply saying that the temple chief is dead and talk to the clergyman"

Since the paper for reply was enclosed, on that paper I wrote my reply as usual. The wording is the same in the letter addressed to the temple chief personally. After a long greeting, he writes: "The temple chief went up the stairs leading to much higher heights," and writes a tightening greeting.

Unlike the mayor of Hasse, the secret girlfriend is noble, so the meaning should make sense without any problems.

"This will do."

Put the pen down and wait for the ink to dry. And the moment I folded it in half so as to enter the envelope, the magic flowed from the ring to the paper.

"Whoa!?

Sucking away my magic, both the written received and the written for reply, took the appearance of a bird like Ordonanz and popped up.

"Dear Rosemaine, are you okay?

"Yep. It's okay, Brigitte. I'm just surprised. I didn't think it was magic."

I found out that the letter was a magic trick. If you can magic a letter for reply, if you're starting to go back to the sender, you don't need the sender's name or destination.

"When the Chief Cleric finishes the ritual, let him know. I have to tell you something."