Ascendance of a Bookworm

If I did not report to the Chief Cleric, I would have waited for the ritual to end. All the letters and letters that I have ever sent to the Temple Chief personally are from civilians who seem to have tried to be convenient before, because nothing has arrived from the nobility.

That is probably because the nobility of this territory was immediately informed of the restraint of the temple chief and the nobility of other territories, as well as of the confinement of the mother of the lord.

It's just rather shocking that the lord's mother and her party were captured. I don't know if there is a mantra (kankori) on this matter so that it doesn't leak to other territories, and I blur.

... could have made a big deal of it.

A white bird came in as I waited for the end of the ritual with a stifling impatience.

A slightly smaller white bird, though similar to Ordonanz, turns into two letters on his desk and falls in front of him flickering. When I took it in my hand and looked at it, one was a letter of reply that I had written, and the other was a reply to it.

The words of condolence and "thank you for letting me know" about the Temple Chief's death are carefully written. "Tell me more" or "Why would you do that! exhale relief that it was not such a disturbing sentence.

It was decided that there was no letter in it for reply and that the reply would be unnecessary.

"Dear Rosemaine, it seems the service ceremony is over"

There was a sound of blue clerics walking around the hallway, and then the chief cleric and the gray cleric brought in a little chalice filled with magic at today's service ceremony.

Fran opens the cupboard for keeping the Little Holy Grail, and several gray clerics line up as they divide up.

Seeing how it was, I called on the Chief Cleric to speak to him about one of the letters.

"Chief Cleric, I have received a letter addressed to the Temple Commander..."

I guess I'm tired. The chief clergyman waved gently in a throwing attitude not to ask about this extent.

"Oh, is it still arriving? As always, tell him he's dead."

"That's what I told him. Then a letter of condolence and gratitude arrives..."

"Right. Well, that's fine."

Today's service ceremony seemed to annoy the blue priests, who were close to the former temple chief, and a much deeper wrinkle is engraved between the priest's eyebrows.

I thought it might be better not to talk to you much today, but I'd like to address my concerns. I breathed slowly and called out to the chief priest.

"Um, just tell me one thing"

"What?

The chief clergyman snorted at me, frightened for a moment, wondering if there was anything else.

"Does the death of the temple chief mean that no other realm has been leaked?

"No, especially. As for the fact that the mother of the lord has been disposed of and closed, a warrant has been laid because it leads to the appearance of a gap into the other realm. But there is nothing about the life or death of the temple chief. You'd have replied to the letter before, wouldn't you? What are you talking about now?

"No, then, it's fine. Sorry for your tiredness."

... Safe. It doesn't seem like a huge failure.

It doesn't seem particularly problematic that you told your secret lover-like girlfriend about the Temple Chief's death. I stroke my breasts down.

... I'm glad it's not all going to be pursued.

It hurts my chest to expose the temple chief's pure love to the chief priest, seemingly whipping the dead. What is available is a clergyman who uses it thoroughly. I don't even know the name of the literary opponent. It's horrible just to think about what the hell she's going to see.

It was a letter of sorcery I had never seen before, so it moved, but as the Chief Cleric said, there had been many letters to the Temple Chief before. Although it was a magic trick, her letter is one of them.

I thought so, lightening up at once, and I pulled out my shoulder strength.

And, as the Chief Cleric had guessed, the service ceremony ended in three days. Just like last year, as the terrible snowstorm continues, I finish magic on all the little chalices I keep.

"Now, Rosemaine checks all the little chalices again, making sure they're locked tight"

"Yes."

"Kanfel, Fritak. They often supervise the gray clerics to clear the altar between rituals and return the artifact to the prayer room."

"Yes."

As instructed by the Chief Cleric, we begin to move.

Today, let the magical little chalices be carried to the gray clerics and arranged in the cupboard of my room. Afterwards, I locked it tight, making sure that all the little chalices were definitely lined up, along with Fran and Monica.

Now okay, nodding, a small bell sounded across the door. It's the sound of a bell used by the clergyman's side.

"Dear Rosemaine, the Chief Cleric is asking for permission to enter. How would you like it?

"Please come in."

Probably make sure it's locked properly. Immediately I gave permission to the Cleric Chief to enter.

A clergyman with a long rod-shaped object came in and offered it to me softly.

"Rosemaine, put your magic into this. So that I may fill it with your magic as soon as possible."

What the clergyman offered was a sacred object that was supposed to be returned to the prayer room.

Having been given the spear of the god of fire, Lydenshaft, I rush to grasp the pattern of his spear, even though it is pocan. At the same time, magic flows into the little demonic stone lined up in the patterned part.

"Um, Chief Cleric, do you fill this artifact with my magic?... for what the hell, is it?

At the service ceremony, the magic that had until then been dedicated to divine objects in everyday life is also shed into the Little Holy Grail. For this reason, now that the service ceremony has just ended, there is no magic left at all in the Divine Fixture. It takes a lot of magic to fill this spear. I can't, but I don't know what it means.

"To make this spear your weapon. You wouldn't have it, would you?

That's what the clergyman, who raised his eyebrows slightly, said. I'm saying that to use it as my weapon, I need to fill it with my magic, while taking off my leather gloves to keep the magic from flowing, but that's not the problem.

Although the Chief Cleric briefly says, it cannot be my common sense to use as my weapon the divine artifacts that are supposed to be decorated on the altar, although I am in a state where I am pouring more and more magic just by gripping them.

"I certainly don't have a weapon, but this is a god's item!? Wouldn't it be a good thing to use it as my weapon!?

"It's the size you can hold, and you don't have the magic equipment you can use as a weapon. Got it."

If I can use the weapons that are in the Knights, I let them use you, but they have no choice because I have no weapons to hold.

"... this is a sacred object, right? Are you sure?

"I have the Lord's permission, and what's the problem with the temple director's use of the temple's supplies? If you don't have a weapon, you're in trouble, so use your magic without complaining."

Listening to the word of the Chief Cleric made me feel like I was saying a boring endeavor.

If you have permission from your adoptive father, it would be good. Spend a few hours on Lydenshaft's spear and I will continue to shed my magic. Still, I can't help but feel like I'm doing something punishable somehow.

...... God, I will only borrow you for a moment. Please don't be angry because I will definitely give it back

When I had finished my magic on the spear of the Divine Fixture, I went to the orphanage. I wanted to see how the orphanage was doing because we were talking about going back to the castle as soon as possible after the service ceremony.

"Gill, Fritz. Please report how long you have been able to do this."

Check with Gil and Fritz on the printing of picture books and the manufacture of cartas and cards. Altogether, ask Vilma to report on her condition at the castle and on the orphanage.

"Even among aristocratic children, Carta and Trump are beginning to fashion. Picture books also have a good reputation. Vilma's paintings were well received. Even among your ladies."

"I hope you can hide it through," says Vilma, an accomplice with lumped back sword illustrations, laughing small.

"Ugh, I'm actually thinking about the next one."

"Dear Rosemayne, the clergyman will scold you again."

"It's okay. We have measures in place."

"Well!"

When I laughed Ni, Vilma laughed out loud.

Beyond what we were talking about, the girls were knitting. What I'm teaching everyone is Nora, who moved out of Hasse. It seems to have been a winter hand job in Hasse, and Marte, who is used to knitting even at a young age, teaches Delia, who is knitting next door.

Vilma, who followed my gaze, laughed nicely and narrowed her eyes.

"We're all doing our best to keep ourselves warm. Nora wasn't in a position to just be taught either, and since I had something to teach myself, I've grown a lot."

Of the four new people who entered the orphanage in Hasse, the first to familiarize themselves with the life of the temple was Marte, and Tor and Rick apparently became familiar with their surroundings through the collection into the woods and the making of paper in the workshop.

Nola, the oldest, said she was least able to adapt to changes in the environment. It's hard to change a habit I've been familiar with for years. In addition to that, he gradually lost confidence in the plight of children just being taught to be younger than himself.

Vilma tells me that we don't interact with our younger brothers as much here as we do before because we live together in a large crowd, and we sometimes see them plugged in.

"By teaching everyone the knitting that I know, I felt useful and seemed to be able to secure a place. And I've got more smiles."

"Yes. Everyone seems to be spending time fine and I'm relieved. Thanks for your continued support."

"Yes, Master Rosemaine."

I checked on the orphanage, and as I was told, I put magic into Lyden Shaft's spear. "You can move to the castle at any time," I head to the clergyman's room and report.

Ordnants jumped into the Cleric Chief's room as we talked about moving to the castle tomorrow. Ordonanz opens his mouth as he descends on the clergyman's desk.

"Dear Ferdinand, please return to the castle as soon as possible. The Lord of Winter has appeared. The Lord this winter is Schnetilm."

Passing on the same words three times in the voice of a father like a hurry, Ordonanz returns to the Demon Stone. The chief priest tapped lightly with a stamp, and when he chanted "Ordnants," he became a white bird.

"I'll take care of the organization. Get ready. I'll be right there."

If the Chief Cleric waves a hiccupstarp, the Ordnants will fly away. The clergyman who turned off Sutterp turned to this side with a harsh look.

"Joy, Rosemaine. Maybe the finest demon stones can be picked. We'll be ready for the castle in a minute. Be sure not to lose sight of the cold, based on your clothes when collecting."

Whether this exorcism of the Warcraft is the collection of winter materials, I run back to my room in blue and ask Monica and Nicola to change. Fran asked Ella to stop cooking and get ready for the castle, and Rosina also started getting ready to head back to the castle quickly.

The escort knight also changes his complexion and moves out. The escort knight while I'm dressed is Brigitte. Meanwhile, Darmuel has left the room and changed into armor.

Layer your underwear against the cold so that it is not cold, then put your pants on and put on your jacket like when collecting. Wearing a warm material jacket and finding it already difficult to move, I weaved another pair of thick jackets. We must return to the castle in a blizzard that has no sign of stopping for the last few days. You should keep as much cold as you want.

"... Brigitte, what is the Lord of Winter?

I asked Brigitte as she let me change.

"Every year, the strongest of the warcraft that emerges in winter is called the Lord of Winter. It has very strong magic and is a warcraft that causes snowstorms. If you don't hunt, you'll be late for spring, so at the same time, you'll leave a minimum of knights in the castle to hunt with the Knights out."

As much as they call it the Lord of Winter, strong warcraft appears every year. However, they say that the type varies and that the warcraft called Schnetilm belongs to a fairly strong one.

"... am I going to hunt it?

Taking the Demon Stone of the Warcraft should mean you have to hunt demons with weapons, as you saw on Szeri night. You know, I can't even imagine what I would do with the knights.

"It seems that after the Knights weaken them, Master Rosemaine will stab them to a halt and get the Demon Stone. You don't have to worry so much because they're all attached."

Brigitte laughs at me to reassure me, but I'm not at all comfortable. Whatever you think, I don't think it's the right collection for me.

Darmuel covered his entire body with armor and came back. Brigitte leaves the room to prepare instead.

Get your hair together, put on a fuzzy fur hat, and I'll put on leather gloves. These gloves are knights' apprenticeship gloves that have been machined to pass through magic. Just like a magic tool ring, change its shape and become perfect for my hand.

"What does Darmuel think of the Lord of Winter? Can you hunt for me?

"... Unfortunately, I have not yet accompanied the Lord in the winter hunt because I was dropped in my apprenticeship capacity last year. I just heard from a colleague that he's very strong."

Apprenticeships are a hunt for times when you are in the House of Lords, so only adult knights can accompany you. But Darmuel was demoted to his apprenticeship status last year at the disposition during the Trombe Crusade, packed in the temple as my escort.

It seems Darmuel will also be his first crusade.

Everyone is ready to head to the entrance and exit closest to the aristocratic gate with the spear of the Rydenshaft. Spears that have been filled with magic and have become a weapon for me to deal with do not make me feel much weight.

The chief priest's horseman has already been put out in front of a door that is a little wider.

"Fran, Thurm. The door, please. Rosemayne, let the beast out here, and let everyone ride. Brigitte, ask for a ride."

Fran and Zahm rush over to the door and wait, and I send out a lesser bus indoors as instructed by the Cleric Chief to put Ella and Rosina on board. Confirming it, Brigitte and I also boarded.

"Rosemaine, the snowstorm gets worse when the winter lord storms. Your vision should be pretty bad. I'm going to fly as close as I can, but be careful not to lose sight of it."

"Yes."

"Brigitte, I asked you to."

"Ha!"

The chief clergyman flipped a cloak with a bassari, and as he jumped on the horseman in a light motion that he did not think was cementing his whole body with armor, he raised his face and looked forward.

"Open the door!

Fran and Zahm put their hands on the handle. The next moment, just slightly open, a tremendous wind and snow blew in, making loud noises with the van, and the door opened all at once.

The chief priest's horseman flies out to face the blizzard. Going for the clergyman's blue cloak, I also moved the horseman.

Running out of the temple, just beyond the aristocratic gate, Darmuel, who departed from behind me, overtook the Lesser Bus, lined up with the chief cleric. Blue and loess cloaks gleam before me, marking two cloaks, and I drive the horseman.

More and more white snow coming this way from the seemingly heavier gray skies. The vision is white and the snow appears to fly from any direction, and the wind direction is uncertain.

"Dear Rosemaine, please head a little to the right. It's time for the castle."

There is also a Brigitte navigation sitting in the passenger seat, so that I could reach the castle without losing sight of the clergyman and Darmuel.

The clergyman flies the Ordnants, and Norberto opens the door immediately.

"Ella, Rosina, please come down immediately. We're heading straight for the Knights."

Ella and Rosina, who nodded loudly at Brigitte's words, rushed to the door that Norberto had opened for me. Make sure the door is closed and the priest's horseman starts to move again.

"Let's head to the Knights' training ground. It should already be all there."

Nodding at the words of Brigitte, I pursued the chief priest's horseman.

There are multiple training grounds where the Knights conduct their training, all of which are wide. You also practice fighting on horseback beasts, so it's natural.

But now that the building is white to me and the snow around me is white, I can't tell from where to where it is the training ground at all.

The chief priest's horseman jumps into that training ground. Darmuel is waiting for me in front of the door, so I went in first.

It did not seem exaggerated or anything that the Lord of Winter left a minimal escort knight, a warcraft that had to be hunted with total strength, and the Knights were already sloppily aligned inside the training grounds.

I hear there are about fifty knights resident in Aerenfest, but I think there are about two hundred and fifty of them just looking around because we also have a group of knights defending the province today.

"I made you wait."

Everyone knelt down to the word of the chief cleric. I will also get off the Lesser Bus and line up next to the Chief Cleric.

"The Lord of winter also appeared this year. Advanced will do their utmost to amputate the Lord's limbs in winter. Intermediate is the exorcism of the family, lower is the surrounding of the horseman of Rosemayne, so as to handle the retrieval."

"Ha!"

"Brigitte aboard Rosemaine's horseman, upon arrival at the designated position, rendezvous with the intermediate, and Darmuel with the lower ranks in action"

"Ha!"

Dermuel rushes out to the commands of the clergyman to the knight in alignment. The chief cleric looked down at me as he watched the state of it.

"Rosemaine waited with a horseman until I went to call. Never move from the specified position."

"Yes. Um, Master Ferdinand. May I wish you all the best of luck?

There's not much I can do. I'd rather pray within my spare time than pray after being in a state of confusion in the battle.

The chief cleric nodded slowly after looking around at the knights with a difficult face.

"... you'd better keep your magic warm, but this year you're going to have the Demon Stone conceded. Well, come on."

Now that the permission of the chief cleric has been given, I will put my magic into the ring. Pray so that the Knights can beat the mighty Warcraft that they must hunt in total.

"May the god of fire, Lyden Shaft, be with his family, and may the god of martial arts, Angrief, be with you all."

The blue light jumps out of the ring and pours over the Knights. Because of the large number of people, I used more magic than I thought.

"Prepare for battle!

Everyone rises to the voice of the Chief Cleric and begins to prepare the horseman. When I also tried to ride the horseman, I was summoned by the chief priest.

"Rosemaine, you would have used a lot of magic, wouldn't you? Drink this before the battle begins. Then, like adjusting the size of a horseman for magic temperatures"

Adjusted to the size that Brigitte and I can ride, we ride the horseman, and I stare at the medicine given to the clergyman.

Magic is essential to defeat the Warcraft. I took it all the time, wanting to cry about efficiency-oriented drugs, which were not bitter-regulated by the sheriff's specifications. It is a medicine to restore fatigue and magic. Your mouth is bitter and you can't help it, but you should stay fit.

"Okay, let's get out of here!

It is your father and the knights of senior nobility who lead the way, and it is the chief cleric who serves as the senior hall (Shinkansen). I am the one who moves in a way that is spearheaded and surrounded by intermediate priests and superiors.

I felt strong magic in the north direction. The Knights move neatly towards you. He drove the horseman to a strong source of magic to face the blizzard.

I look at this one as the knights around me running through the sky make occasional gushing noises. Is it to see the Lesser Bus, I'm a little afraid the head part of the armor will make a noise.

The closer you get to strong magic, the worse and worse the blizzard gets. And the moment I saw a great shadow in the centre where the blizzard swirled, I was commanded by the clergyman to wait.

"Rosemaine is waiting here. Grab the spear and be ready to jump out at any time."

Having heard the chief cleric's words, Brigitte jumped out of the Lesser Bus, and when he let out his horseback, he crossed it. As Brigitte flies to the designated position, the Chief Cleric flips a blue cloak and heads to the battle of the advanced knights.

My surroundings were surrounded by knights of inferior aristocracy to be replaced.