Ascendance of a Bookworm

Richt says to the chief cleric, "Excuse me, sir," and exits once.

The mayor was brought to the top of the stage in a way that several men could consolidate their sides.

He's done it, and he's putting his worn clothes together, so he looks pathetic, but he's a normal outfit if he's a civilian. He didn't seem to be treated so badly during the winter months, as he was somewhat of a loose motion, but he didn't see the wounds he had been beaten or kicked in as if he had seen a puff.

Kneel before me, lift up your face for a little while, and look at me for just a moment, and lay down your face.

The eyes I showed just momentarily were oddly stiff. I feel a clear insult from my slightly narrowed eyes. I found a mockery in my gaze that if I were a merciful, said young child, I could say anything.

... I didn't realize the mayor's insulting gaze.

It seems to have grown somewhat over the past year or so by being rubbed in an aristocratic society and being able to read the complexion of adoptive mothers who do not understand their true intentions with a few facial changes or smiles. I'm not very happy to experience growth with this, but I'm glad I didn't have to flush it unaware.

"Chief Temple, I didn't know."

With his face down, the mayor made a sad voice and started defending himself. I didn't know attacking the Little Temple would be treason, and I start to talk hard and long.

It's a lie that I didn't know. The mayor can't possibly not know. When Fran told Richt about the raid on the Temple at the Harvest Festival, Richter said he had changed his complexion. The mayor can't possibly not know what Richt in the position to assist knows. I was just going to ask the former temple chief to rub it off, because I know it's a "bad thing," so I went in Richt's absence.

I felt my eyebrows leaning unknowingly.

Perhaps behind my step the Chief Cleric has a more vicious face. He's got a neck. It's not your fault.

"I say I didn't know exactly, but what's that?

The chief cleric truncated the town mayor's self-defense with bassari.

The mayor fixed his gaze on me, after looking up and being stuck in words for a moment, I suppose he thought I was easier to take in than the chief cleric. Overlay your words against me, without trying to look at the chief cleric.

"The gentle temple chief who saved Hasse from his predicament, it was all just to protect the town. It is well known that I was ignorant, but please have mercy on my actions..."

The mayor is in a position to put people together once and for all, and I guess he knows the voice and the language choices that move the people. The people in the square also began to plead "Temple Chief, have mercy if possible".

... Not good.

I thought so. I want to save the people of Hasse at the expense of one mayor, if I can. If more people take the side of the mayor poorly, there will be more targets for disposal.

"Aren't you pointing your heart of pity at even the orphans!

From there the mayor began to make it hard for me to pity the orphan of Hasse, to turn my heart to mercy, and to beg me to turn my mercy to the orphan as well.

With a face that Richt said "Shut up already," he moves his body slightly toward the mayor. I thought I would stop the mayor, but Richt looked up, turned bright blue, and stopped his hand.

I think the clergyman might have caught my eye.

The next moment, I was lightly slapped in the back by someone's fingertips. Looking back softly, the chief clergyman's eyes emit a grim light, while distorting only his mouth into the form of a grin. The silent pressure of "Let it just end," and I let my mouth snap.

... Well, what do we do?

I must have the direction that it is reasonable to dispose of the mayor while leaving behind the virginity I have created earlier.

I gazed not only at my mouth, but at the mayor for a while, who began to complain by adding a gesture of hand, and lowered my gaze softly.

"... Mayor, you said you had my mercy, but you routinely used violence against orphans, didn't you? Thor and Rick were all scratched when I took them."

Though Nora and Marte, who were to be sold, were relatively well nourished, Thor and Rick were also poorly nourished, where there were wounds and bruises that were routinely subjected to violence.

Do you need my mercy when I say, "Do you wield violence against the weak?" When asked, the mayor began to be visibly anxious. He manages to round up and leap out of me to pull concessions and overlap words.

"That's, uh, a setup. If I didn't do anything wrong, I wouldn't do that either. If you do anything wrong, you'll be punished."

"I'm not sure I understand the kind of bad things that I have to do to punish orphans by waving violence. … For example, would it be a bad thing for Tor or Rick to attack your family?

When I laid my hand on my cheek and leaned my neck even more heavily, the mayor nodded again and again in a rubbing momentum, trying to wrap up the unknown child.

I'm a little scared of the glitzy eyes complaining as I snuggle up on my knees.

"That's obviously a bad thing. If an orphan wields violence against my family, he will be angry at what the hell he is doing, and it is only natural to wield violence and punish him. Nobody blames me, and the orphans have to understand their position that they're being fed."

Beyond the mayor, Richt closed his tight eyes and was dismayed. The village chiefs who remain on their knees around Richt also look bitter.

I looked straight at the mayor and made my last inquiry.

"Is that to say that you two didn't know it was your family?

"There's no way the two of you don't know my family. That kind of lies don't work."

"... Really?"

I exhaled slowly and looked up as I looked back at the Chief Cleric, groaning, "It is a pity".

"Chief Cleric, this is what the mayor said."

The clergyman narrowed his eyes and raised the edge of his lips "I see. Very well," he said, stepping forward and lining up with me.

With the Chief Cleric stepping forward, I take the opposite step back and give my say to the Chief Cleric.

"According to what they say, it is only natural for the lord to punish those who attack the small temple he created for his daughter, the temple chief. White buildings are places of nobility, objects made by the power of the lord. No one knows that."

"No, I really don't know..."

As soon as he found out it was the clergyman who dealt with him, the mayor began to lag behind. He's pale and no longer raps like he did earlier. I take a step back, turn my gaze and desperately ask for help, but I do not respond to it.

The chief clergyman moves a step further to hunt down the township mayor, who slips back.

"You can't be in a position where you're supposed to be dealing with nobles, the mayor. The only thing I didn't know better was that the former temple chief, who was supposed to hide and fix my sins, was dead. He knew, and let the people of the city attack the temple."

The mayor opened his eyes like a little. "That's..." but the eyes of the people in the square who were pleading for the mayor's life are getting cold.

Maybe he only said "I didn't know" to the Hasse ones?

"Well, whether you know it or not, it doesn't matter. What Hasse's people did was attack the Lords' clan, treason. That should be punished, and no one will blame the lord who decided to punish him. Civilians must be tapped into being kept alive by the nobles. You're right."

"But..."

"I can't hear the excuses solidified by lies. Don't open your mouth any more."

When he seals his rebuttal, the chief cleric turns around and returns to my neighbor. And now he looked down upon me with a grim eye that was overlooking the mayor.

"Rosemaine"

"Yes."

angry, I perceived, stretching out my spine, pulling my jaw.

Exhaling a deliberate sigh, the chief clergyman narrowed his eyes with the perfect face to the villain, making a crisp voice.

"The people of Hasse understood the seriousness of what they had done and begged their lords to commute their sentences, reflecting deeply. … but doesn't seem to understand at all"

The sight of the chief cleric is directed from me to the mayor of the town and eventually to the whole square. At the same time that we receive the sight of the Chief Cleric, we all pull our mouths together and shut ourselves in.

"Rosemaine, do you need the mercy of those of Hasse who are called the Virgin of Aerenfest?

Even the commutation of the joint liability I announced, calmed down as the square froze and struck the water in an atmosphere that was likely to be easily revoked.

Heavy silence so much that everyone even hesitates to move about what the clergyman says next dominates the scene.

In an atmosphere where he felt so heavily pressured that it seemed difficult to even breathe, he slowly raised his face so that Licht lifted his heavy head all the way up.

"Chief Cleric, Chief Temple. Please forgive me if I may."

Richt's complexion for permission with a trembling voice is bright blue. Is it too much sweat from nervousness? The hairline of my hair looked soggy.

"Forgive"

"I'm afraid so."

I thanked the clergyman for his permission and Richt opened his mouth.

"The chief cleric, the mayor of the town has commanded me, and I understand the seriousness of what we have done well with the inhabitants. Originally, I am also stained with the mercy of the Virgin who saved where every town might have been erased.... Well, the mayor didn't know it, and the residents knew it well."

While Richt trembles at the pressure of the chief priest, he nevertheless shelters the people of Hasse. I was being punched in the chest with Gene by the look of it, and I was pushed in the back with a ton.

Standing next to him, looking up at the Cleric Chief, who is similarly looking down at Richt with a serious face, he said, "What's your role?" A dazed gaze descends asking.

... right. I was the Virgin.

Not if you're impressed with Richt's words and actions. And when I turned round and turned against the chief priest, I hurriedly spread my hands to shelter Richt from the chief priest.

"Chief Cleric, this is what Richt has also said. Residents must know."

"... Temple Chief"

A voice that seemed so moved rose from both the square with Richt and the village chiefs behind it.

Guilt inspired by respect and inspiring gaze. I can't stay. I want to escape this occasion by shouting, "I can't play the role of the Virgin".

But you can't run away, facing a clergyman with a face like a demon king. Because this is also my challenge.

The chief cleric shook his head slowly at me facing him.

"Rosemaine, kindness is sometimes sweet. Pick your treason buds early."

"Chief Cleric, the people of Hasse do not consider treason or anything else. It's okay. Right, ladies and gentlemen?

And when I looked back, and called unto the Richters behind me, and unto the men of the square, the voice of Richter was raised immediately, saying, Surely.

There is also a voice of endorsement coming up from the square, and a voice coming up wow.

"This is what we all say. So..."

The moment I tried to keep the story round, the clergyman narrowed his eyes softly.

"Well, let's have it proved"

"Huh?"

... Excuse me. Unable to read deployment. What should I do?

Not knowing what to do, he looked up at the Chief Cleric as he grated his heart, and the Chief Cleric took out the Starp.

"At this time, keep the rebel buds thoroughly picked"

The clergyman who proclaims so groans "Gettylt," and moves Starp aloud.

Immediately below the stage, amber appeared visible across the street in a place that hit the front of the square.

... shield of Szczeria?

It has the same pattern as the shield of Szeria that I make in prayer.

However, the shield of Szeria that I create was round, but what the chief cleric put out was a thin square with no thickness, and just seemed like a door enough for the two adults to pass side by side.

"Dive through this."

"Is this...?

"If you're reflecting on the truth, you should be able to dive through this sorting door"

Turn your gaze to me as Richt bewildered.

If it is a shield of Szczeria, if it is not harmful or malicious, it should be able to pass. And I looked into Richt's eyes, and nodded once.

"Richter will be fine."

In my words, Richt stepped forward, with a strong light in his eyes. Get off the stage and stand in front of Amber's square.

Though a little far-fetched, the people in the square sigh and watch what the hell happens.

He looked nervous and scared, but Richt passes softly without anything.

"Look, Chief Cleric. You're gonna be okay, right?

"Hmm, Richt seems to be trustworthy, but how about this?

That's what the chief cleric says, looking down at the mayor with cold eyes.

Richt took the mayor downstage with a few of the village chiefs and tried to get through the sorting door.

"Wow!?

For me it was as expected, but the mayor couldn't get through and was bounced off by a strong wind. At the next moment, the belt of light out of Brother Eckhardt's Sturp ties the mayor up.

"Dear Ferdinand, we have captured the rebels."

"Thank you"

I heard people gathered in the square breathtaking. The mayor stares with a frightened eye at the door of sorting through which Richt was passed, but not through.

Perhaps the townspeople who attacked the small temple found that the same power was working. Some are clearly pale.

"Richt, the people of Hasse, let them all dive. At this time, dispose of all dangerous persons."

"Chief Cleric."

Even if I did not have to do so, and I gently pulled the sleeve of the chief cleric, but the chief cleric saw the man gathered in the square with harsh eyes and the mayor rolling in restraint in the belt of light.

"... I don't know how many of them are like that in this. If you don't want to put all Hasse together and dispose of them, you'll need to sort them out, right?

"Wow, I believe in the people of Hasse. Sorting……"

It's not necessary, the chief cleric laughs niggardly before saying.

"Then let's have a problem where it's sorted"

I couldn't argue, and I said, "No problem. Hey, Richt?" Although he could only throw round, Richt narrowed his eyes and, rather, accepted the sorting with a smile.

"Yes, Temple Chief. Oh, no problem.... hypothetically, if anyone gets played the same way as the mayor, you better get rid of them. For his sake, Hasse may find himself in distress again. We can't look any further into suspicion from a lord."

Richt showed no aversion to sorting out dangerous people that might lead to treason. You can't buy any more lord clan disharmony. The whole Hasse thing must be avoided being crushed, I said, rather, it was a ride.

"It is the sorting of those who can receive the mercy of the Virgin of Aerenfest. This is right, I dived through. If you don't want to be disposed of as a traitor, dive through this!

That's what Richt says, letting everyone gathered in the square dive into the door of sorting.

I pass by on a rural basis, starting with the village chief, but the rural people passed by with nothing to be dismayed because they were not involved in the raid, if not less influenced by the town chief.

The problem was the one in the town of Hasse with the townspeople who took part in the raid on the small temple. There were those who hesitated to dive through the gates of sorting, wondering if they would be played the same way as the mayor.

"I don't have to go through. Keep him tied up just like the mayor."

"Ha!"

Brother Eckhardt takes out the Starp in the words of the Chief Cleric. Seeing it, the townspeople rushed out to the sorting gate in a screaming panic.

"Wow!?

"Huh!?

A few were bounced to the gate as most of them passed by. Brother Eckhardt's belt of light immediately restrains them.

After all had been sorted, the door was erased and the six detainees were raised on stage.

"Whoever is bounced by the gate is harmful to us. Dispose of it on this occasion"

"I don't mind. They were deep-rooted mayors. There is also no defense. Rather, thanks to the door of sorting, you have proven our innocence"

That is what Richt says, and kneels before the chief priest and before me.

My heart made a sound with dokun. Blood draws attention to the reality that dispositions are going to be made here.

The chief cleric said he would dispose of the mayor from the beginning, so he knew that the disposition would take place. Still, my heart is making an unpleasant noise, and a cold sweat conveys my back.

"Rosemaine, take a good look"

"... Yes"

Richt, of course, did not seem to feel anything about the disposition of those who had gathered themselves in the square. I'm not feeling anything. Would I be right to say that I do not see any disgust or repentance?

With the figure of the victim and the perpetrator, feathery of the rebel stigma, the atmosphere is such that it is natural for the perpetrator to be disposed of.

"Justkus"

"Yes, Master Ferdinand."

Yustokus, named chief cleric, reached for the big box he was bringing to the stage, making a noise and unlocking it.

With Patari and the sides falling forward, I could see inside the box. It looks like there are about five shallow drawers like a paperwork case. But I don't see what's in the drawer.

"Chief Cleric, what is that box?

"Hasse's registration card is in there"

A registration card seems to mean a medal that pushes blood judgment during a baptism ceremony and registers residents. The portion of Aerenfest's civilian population is kept in the temple as all registrations, marriages and deletions due to funerals are contracted by the temple, but otherwise in the direct jurisdiction, all registrations are made at the Fall Harvest Festival and the mayor is contacted for deletion. And according to reports from clerics and tax collectors, civil servants are processing registration cards in the castle.

"I don't know how many dispositions will be made today, so I brought them all in here, but they're not meant to be out of the castle"

... Is it like you're bringing a registry book out of the bureau?

That is not going to allow the managing civilian to leave the side, and it will have to be strictly protected.

Yustokus then took out a piece of paper and spoke to Brother Eckhardt.

"Eckhardt, keep your eyes open so no one gets near you."

"Uhm."

Brother Eckhardt takes out the stamp, changes it to the shape of a sword, and sets it up. I can see how important it is for the nearest one to truncate.

"Begin, Justkus"

"Yes, sir."

When Justkus gripped the stamp, he chanted "Messer". Sturp changes to the shape of a knife. With the knife and a piece of paper in his hand, he entered before him who became a rebel.