Ascendance of a Bookworm

After crusading the Lord in winter, the weather is slightly more beautiful. That being said, there are still days of snow, and it doesn't make a difference that the cold is severe.

And by this time, more and more students had come back from the House of Lords. They are coming back from those who have finished the lectures and assignments imposed.

Knight apprenticeships participate in Knights practice, face the Knights gathering, and Civilian apprenticeships assist with the work of the Civilian or face the Civilian gathering. Sometimes when I don't have plans like that, I show my face in the children's room, and I'm starting to see big kids.

He is now in the midst of a Karta battle with the students and the Vilfleets who have returned from the House of Lords. The students, who have failed miserably to see their younger brothers, who couldn't even read the letters, look badly.

"... wow! We won!

"Yes, Master Wilfried. I beat my brother!

Although the students took on their opponents in a light-hearted manner, they look stunned by the status quo, which barely took the picture tag. I'm experienced and novice, so I don't deal with them at all.

Some students were losing bollocks to their own brother or sister, and I could see them holding their heads.

"Look, guys, you're strong enough to beat your brothers and sisters, right?

I have yet to lose in the battle of Karta. No matter how much you do, you can't beat me, because Vilfleet has begun to rot, so I've tried to prepare a contender who can satisfy my self-esteem.

"Your brothers can already read the letters, so if you learn the picture tags, you won't lose this winter, although winning and losing may turn you upside down in no time. Good luck to your brothers."

Regardless of the lord's son, Wilfried, it seemed to pertain to his brother and sister's sales vouchers that remained defeated by his siblings, and the returning students began to take the carta unexpectedly seriously.

"Dear Rosemaine,"

Since it is the place where the eyes of the man in the children's room are, brother Cornelius calls me as well. I leaned my neck loosely.

"There seems to be more than one of these cartas, are they for sale? It's something I haven't seen before..."

"Oh? Haven't you ever seen Cornelius? Brother Wilfried was bringing me to the castle in the middle of autumn as a teaching material to remember the letters."

My escort knight couldn't get into the Wilfried room and was waiting outside the room, so Brother Cornelius didn't see Carta, apparently.

"To remember the letters, you said, but all the children seem to remember the names of the gods as well."

"Yeah, I think we know the names of the gods, of course, and who the gods are in charge of."

As I show my picture books and my carta, I explain what I did during the winter.

"This is what I will learn in the House of Lords next year..."

Looking around at Brother Cornelius' words, he looked at the carta, and there were several students who were gaggling and dropping their shoulders. Apparently, what I learned in the House of Lords this year was about God, and I had a lot of difficulty remembering it.

"So the kids who played in Carta this winter are going to do a lot better. At the end of the winter I was planning to sell it at the castle, but should I sell it to the students in the House of Lords a little sooner?

Brother Cornelius nodded heavily when he groaned, because he would not stretch without a competitor. He's holding his fist that he's going to make it easier next year. I was worried about Angelica, who said I accidentally hated studying and became a knight.

Request a visit from the adoptive father in order to apply for permission to sell.

They told me I needed to talk to you about this one, and I had an appointment soon.

"Oh, Rosemaine. Nice to meet you."

It's been a long time since I've seen him face to face with my foster father. During the winter months, lunch, as well as even dinner, was rarely face-to-face, as they were invited to meetings and feasts.

Your father withholds behind your adoptive father, and behind your clergyman stands Brother Eckhardt. I've also never seen Brother Eckhardt do the work of a clergyman's escort knight in the castle. My escort is Darmuel, because I tell the story.

"Rosemaine, I hear you've worked a lot in the Lord's crusade in the winter. Calstead told me."

"It's not me, it's Master Ferdinand's work. All I could do was put magic into the artifact."

I was just waiting on the Lesser Bus for all the knights to protect me. The only reason I could put magic into the artifact was because I needed a demon stone, and I just stabbed a stop with the aid of a clergyman on the warcraft that made me weak. I can't put my chest up and say "it worked".

"No, because you got the protection of Angrief, the god of martial arts, and that's what you tailored me for. We've done a lot less damage to the Knights and a lot less expense."

Karakara and your father laughed, and the clergyman nodded satisfactorily.

"We've got the highest quality Demon Stone, worth the sacrifice of other materials."

Originally, we all twitch and weaken it, so when the Warcraft is dying, they dismantle it and start collecting the material. If you take the demon stone, it won't melt, so they strip everything available, like fur, meat, and bones, taking care not to take the demon stone.

Apparently there was no harvest other than my demon stone this time because it was intended to take only demon stones so that different magic powers would not mix with the emphasis on quality. Since the money that sold the material is a valuable income for the Knights, this time it was up to me to compensate. If you think it's demon stone or escort, it's not a shame.

"So shall we listen to Rosemaine? Did I mention selling picture books?

"That's right. As we've already reported, this winter we used cartas, picture books, and cards in our children's rooms, and our pre-school children studied with us in the same curriculum."

"Hmm. So, what happened?

Gilvester rides herself out and asks about the results of the children's classroom started by wanting to bottom up all the children in the realm.

"As a result, everyone can now write the basic letters, memorize God's name and attributes in Carta, and add up the extra deduction of a kettle. The fesh peel skills of the children of lower aristocracy, who are unable to obtain good teachers, have also improved considerably."

"Ho..."

The children of lower aristocracy, who we know will only have a chance to learn from good teachers at this time, were desperately practicing. Seeing that, you can't lose to the lower nobility, and the children of the intermediate nobility, the higher nobility, practice desperately. As a result, the overall level increased considerably.

"Then, this is what Brother Cornelius told me, that there is something about remembering God's name in lectures in the House of Lords"

"Oh, there is. I keep forgetting about God, who is troublesome and difficult and doesn't have much to do with me because I remember him."

They tend to be memories for completing lectures. My adoptive father praised my shoulder by saying such things far away. He also remembers his father and brother Eckhardt with the same grin.

"It is now the case that Brother Wilfried knows better about the gods than the students who took that lecture"

"... what?

My adoptive father, with his eyes wide open, looked stunned. That would be so. Who would believe, for example, that Wilfried, who could not write half the basic letters at the beginning of fall, was more familiar with God than the students in the House of Lords?

"The students back from the House of Lords are now working hard to beat Brother Wilfried. You can't lose to your siblings, and you're desperate. Right now, we want to sell cartas and picture books early because it stretches more when we have lots of competitors. Can I have your permission to sell in the castle?

So that we can play with the kids, and there are three cartas I brought in. Now the competition rate is fierce and the deal is terrible. And it's still my brother and sister who wins the deal.

"It would be good. Do you want to sell it in the kids' room?

"Yes, and just so you know, I can't sell it, so as my merchant, I'd also like permission to put in the Guilberta Chamber of Commerce."

Though the fesh peel concert mobilized all the sidelines to get the sellers to do it, it's not the original sidelines job, and we can't have more extra work in the winter with lots of guests and lots of work.

"Gilberta Chamber of Commerce or... Well, come on. Discuss daylight and steps with your child's room caregiver. If you decide, report it. You'll need to be well known."

"I'll report it, but it doesn't need to be well known. This time we will be selling exclusively to aristocrats who have children, so we are wondering if it would be enough to pass them through their mouths."

My adoptive father in my words, as well as the clergyman and father, raises their eyebrows gently.

"Why? Isn't that what you want to sell widely?

"We want a lot of people to buy it, but it's handmade, so there's a limited number of them. I have trouble being pushed at once by nobles who want to connect with me."

Though we create more than the number of children, we are not ready for enough items for all nobles to buy. I can't seem to buy people who really need them because they bought it for a connection.

"Hmm. They made achievements in their children's education. Then I'll take care of it. I'll do what I thought, but good."

"I'm afraid so."

Now that we have permission to sell, we will have to go back to the temple once and bring the merchandise. We must also contact the Guilberta Chamber of Commerce at last.

When I make a note on the calligraphy board I raise my gaze.

"That's all I'm saying, but what's the story from my adoptive father?

"Oh, they have a lot of good reputation for their recipes..."

"So you succeeded in surprise the nobles."

Me and Wilfried are severely restricted from dealing with aristocrats, so I don't show my face to dining with aristocrats. So, although I'm not sure how the aristocrats who ate the food reacted, the aristocrats who were invited to the meeting seem to be much more interested in cooking.

The loss of the Lordship Mother's legs combined with the food, both the house of the Cleric Chief and the house of your father seemed more likely than usual to be invited to a meeting.

"There are so many people who would love to know the recipe"

Maybe he took a favorable position in various deals with the recipe for the dish to the story. My adoptive father said he wanted me to figure out a way to spread the recipe.

"Delicious food is fundamental to life. Shall we make it in a recipe book as well?... a collection of recipes with the same recipes I taught my adoptive father and his cook in two large gold coins"

Zilvester, who paid three large gold coins for 30 recipes, hoisted his eyes.

"Rosemaine, isn't it cheaper than when we bought it"

"That's right. What is of different value in information that no one else has and information that others already know. Besides, I don't have a cook to come and tell me if I'm paying for a business trip, just to sell a recipe collection."

I glanced lightly over my shoulder at my adoptive father, who still looked uncomfortable.

"My recipes are troublesome because they are cooked differently than before, or because they have a lot of downward steps. I don't think the recipe alone can make the exact same thing right away. Even if you sell a collection of recipes, you can get envy and admiration for a few years, and if you need a new recipe to attract more understandable admiration, we will sell it."

My adoptive father raised his eyebrows that he was going to take money from me again, but naturally. I'll take good money. Because I have to earn what I pay the Knights.

"Either way, it's not something you can do right away, so it's next winter's story to make and sell a collection of recipes. If you're going to use it as a trading material, you might want to hoist your value as much as possible. Why don't we just make it an exclusive sale for the first hundred people, instead of two big gold coins, and hoist the price?

It might be a good idea to have a premier feel. Otherwise, the recipe won't be available until the next year, so maybe we can raise the price a little bit more.

Um, and thinking about the price of the recipe collection, my adoptive father looked closely at the chief cleric.

"... Ferdinand, is this their education too?

"It would be the education of the Guilberta Chamber of Commerce. I don't specialize in business."

"Don't make everything my responsibility," the chief cleric glared at his adoptive father, sniffing.

My adoptive father, who waved lightly with a face like he didn't think he'd done anything wrong at all, even when he was stared at, unwittingly squeezed his face and stared at me.

"Rosemaine, the other thing we need to discuss is Hasse. I've got a one-off report from Ferdinand, but how are you going to move Hasse?

I stretched out my spine, and once I saw the chief cleric, I turned my gaze to my adoptive father.

"Right. It is of the utmost importance to know what conclusions Hasse draws, but it puts the blame for the temple raids on the mayors to change their attitude towards the nobility. We use the Guilberta Chamber of Commerce to share rumors and experiences about how we have to deal with aristocracy"

"Hmm. But are you going to let the raid on the little temple be done with just one punishment? Not sending a cleric is painful for the peasants, but not a great deal of hard work if only once"

My adoptive father looked at me quietly, saying that the punishment for the raid on the Lords' clan was too light.

"If whoever brings the town together fails, it will be the responsibility of the community. It's too much sin to send a priest to a prayer ceremony."

I breathed cocklessly in the sense of oppression and tension that made me think about the punishment for Delia.

The raid on the Lords' clan is a felony. Is there any punishment that my adoptive father would be satisfied with if I showed it around me?

"... So, how about raising the tax rate for a decade or so? Farmers need it for tax revenue. As easy as crushing Hasse one thing, it would be for my adoptive father, but considering later, wouldn't it be better to squeeze it thin and long?

It's so much better to be able to solve it with money than to have a large number of people disposed of for treason. I thought it was a really mild punishment, but my adoptive father made me pull my face slightly.

"... I don't know if it's sweeter or tougher"

Instead of twitching, I shook my head when he made a noisy suggestion that I should kill him with one thought... etc. From an aristocratic standpoint, it may be easier and quicker to turn it off so that there is no later rot, but when it dies, it's over.

"Well, fine. I welcome it when it comes to raising tax revenues. Let's say Hasse settles for the Mayor's disposition and a 10-year tax hike."

"So may I go to the prayer ceremony? Without a harvest, you can't raise taxes."

"No, I'm not dispatching this year. This is a decision."

The dark green eyes lit up. It is not for me to overturn the Lord's decision. I nod and accept.

"Hasse is better off going and making public the punishment. Advertise that the Virgin's mercy has reduced the punishment.... but when Hasse's people didn't understand this sin, you know what I mean?

"... Yes"

Apparently, it is the punishment for me for trying to make a sweet disposition to promote myself as a merciful Virgin. The clergyman feels good, he's distorting his lips all the time.

"One more thing. I mean the prayer ceremony..."

"What is it?

"It seems that there was a difference in yield between the land where the blessings were made more directly and the land where they just gave the Little Holy Grail"

My adoptive father brings some wood plaques and lines them up. Looks like a taxpayer's dossier withholding the harvest and what he collected. I've looked at it, but it doesn't look that different.

"... not much different though?

"No, it's not the same place as the others. In the past few years, the number of clerics and witches has decreased and the blessings of prayer ceremonies have decreased dramatically, and the yield of the direct jurisdiction has decreased visibly. But this year was harvested slightly beyond the surrounding aristocratic lands"

In addition to the Little Holy Grail, the nobles seem to pour out their magic so that the land they reign in is rich. As a result, he said, the past few years, when the quality of the blue clergy had fallen, there had been an obvious difference between aristocratic lands and direct jurisdictions.

"... Rosemaine, I'm sorry, but I want this year's prayer ceremony to turn to them too"

It would be because I complained before that I was busy. My adoptive father opened his mouth with a face that seemed terribly hard to say.

"Zilvester"

The chief cleric calls for a sigh of relief.

"The only place Rosemaine goes around is directly under jurisdiction, okay? I'll leave it to the other blue clerics to take the Little Holy Grail to the noble lands. Otherwise, it will take away all the work of the Blue Cleric, and it will also hinder the collection of spring material"

"I don't mind just the direct jurisdiction. So please."

Hmm, nodding, the chief cleric is lightly slapping his temples with a ton. Probably thinking about a prayer ceremony date.

"That's all we're talking about."

"Now, when you sell Gilberta Chamber of Commerce merchandise, you will also bring the little chalice you kept"

"Ah."

When I greeted my adoptive father and clergyman, who seemed to still have a lot of discussions, and left the room, I went to the children's room in a wreather bus.

"Ladies and gentlemen, Aub Aerenfest has given me permission. We will be selling cartas, picture books and cards in this room. If you want, talk to your parents."

I spoke to the children playing in the children's room. Pah, the kids shining their faces stretched out their spines and walked toward us.

"So if you buy a carta, can you even go back to the summer hall?

"Yeah, practice well by next winter"

"Yes!"

The boy, who was able to beat his brother for the first time, nodded with a motivated smile. "If you buy a carta and practice, I'll win soon," the boy's brother laughs nigga.

"Dear Rosemaine, will all the picture books be sold?

"Of course, sir."

Rather, the dissemination of picture books is my primary purpose. Hopefully, as much as they want to sell new picture books. The body is made, and the painting of Vilma should have been almost done. If I hurry, I might sell it as a new picture book. Shall I make a little extra time for the date until the sale so that I can make a book first just for the number of kids?

With that in mind, Brother Cornelius's contemporaries, the courtier, asked hesitantly.

"Dear Rosemaine, I am trying to remember about the gods before next year's lecture. Don't you have a picture book of your Autumn or Winter family members?

"... that's what I'm not ready for yet. If you ask everyone in the workshop for the Autumn Family Book... you'll be able to do it by the time you get home, but the Winter Family Book is next year."

I'll ask Rutz and Gill once and for all, but I don't know if I can get a new picture book by the time I sell it. Better not promise anything you don't know.

"It's a very well made picture book, so I wanted it..."

"I'm glad you're looking forward to that. Well, I think it's done by the time of the star knot ritual, so let's ask Aub Aerenfest to sell it around the star knot ritual"

The star knot ritual itself is an adult festival, but if you set a sales date around it, if you're a student with a horseback, you should be able to come and buy it.

"That'll make it to the House of Lords in the winter."

I'm looking forward to it, and the lady with a sobering grin went down, and instead, she raised her bounced voice that she didn't have to bother her her her parents so that another lady could buy everything.

Enjoy talking about which one they will buy.

Looking sideways at it, I discuss the date and time of the material sale with the caregivers attached to the children's room.

Philine with an unfloating expression caught my eye.