Ascendance of a Bookworm

A rebel rolling onto the stage, wrapped around a band of light, watches Yustox's movements. Seeing Yustox's foot move as he approached him, he leaked a small, "help me" plundered voice with a face drawn to fear.

But there is no one to respond to that voice, and Stasta and the walking Justkus crouch to the side of the man who is rolling in front of him with a knife.

"Let me push my blood judgment"

Yustox moved softly and gently to scratch as he pressed the knife against the man's finger, which was slightly out of the band of light. And then, watching the bloated blood, I push it against the paper I had. Turns out it came with a red circle.

... Ouch, ouch!

Though other people's fingers, when I see them cut with a knife and bleeding, my fingers feel painful. I deflect my focus slightly so that I do not have to be as aware of red blood as possible while holding my fingers.

Upon confirmation that the fingerprinted blood judgment had been firmly pressed, Justkus waved the knife once with the bun in light motion.

... the knife, is it clean?

I gazed at the knife blinking. I feel the red muscle that was slightly attached to the knife is disappearing.

Justkus shows the paper, which once pressed his blood judgment, toward the square so that he can confirm it.

My voice rose in the square.

Justkus heads to the man who rolls next to him and pushes his blood judgment in the same way. And show it to the square again. That repeat.

"Chief Cleric, what the hell is Justkus doing?

"We need to sort the registration cards. It's the clergy or the clerk who handles the registration cards."

The registration cards, arranged in the order of the years in which they were baptized, show that, although the nobility's share is registered of magic, the registration of civilians is registered only of blood. I remember that because I signed up at Mine's christening ceremony. All you have to do is push blood on a white, flat, stone-like registration card.

They didn't even ask me for my name, so the registration card naturally doesn't say it. They keep it in chronological order of baptism, but then I don't know whose share it is.

For this reason, they also basically do the sorting of registration cards with blood. For example, even at the funeral, they put a registration card on top of the body to make sure it was the person's registration card. Apparently I was taken blood by the clergyman to find the registration card that would be required for Mine's funeral. I was unconscious, though I don't remember.

During funerals held outside Aerenfest, the blood of the dead is kept on wood plaques and reported to the civilian at the Fall Harvest Festival. The clerk said the wooden plaque would be sent to the castle along with the taxable goods and the wooden plaque with each registration card attached would be sent back. They're going to put that on the grave marker.

While listening to the Chief Cleric's explanation, Justkus was on his way to the last one.

"I can't believe this is happening..."

Of the six who became traitors, the last one was a woman. The mayor's wife is tied to a belt of light, and with tears, she is turning her eyes toward this one that has stripped away her hostility.

... Scary.

He stared up from the front at the strong gaze that had stripped him of his emotions, his wrinkles and throat moved, and his goosebumps stood on his arms. My fingertips tremble small.

I want to fall back and hide behind the clergyman. At least, I wanted to get out of my sight.

But I have been told by the chief priest to see this disposition. Do not distract.

And I chewed down my back teeth, and put my fingers together, and gripped them strong, so that they would not tremble.

While I stare at my wife, Justkus completes the work by pressing her blood judgment without changing one expression.

Justkus, who has finished taking all his blood sentences, gently waves the knife as he says something and returns it to Starp.

And he chanted "Aosvar," shaking Starp into a form he didn't really understand.

Then, the paper that pressed the blood judgment began to be wrapped in a golden flame like contract magic, and as it burned, it flew over the box protected by Brother Eckhardt.

The paper that flew over the box to pull the golden tail burned to scatter the powder of light and disappeared.

Immediately afterwards, even though no one has touched it, the drawer starts to rattle. At the top, second, and in a strange move the drawer popped out or back on its own, six registration cards popped up from inside.

"Ooh!

As the excited voice rises from the square, a registration card, like a white medal registered as a territory, flies with Hyun and falls into the hands of Justkus.

Justkus, with six registration cards in his hand, checked in his own hand, and then walked in a flowing foothold in front of the chief cleric and knelt. And dedicate your registration card.

"Dear Ferdinand, this way"

"Thank you"

The chief cleric took the registration card from Yustox's hand and nodded lightly.

When Yustokus heard the words of labor from the chief cleric, he stood up and immediately returned to the box containing his registration card. I locked it back strictly with a polite hand and stood forward to protect the box.

Rosemaine, get back to Justkus.

"Yes."

When I stood next to Justkus, only the Chief Cleric was in the center of the stage.

If the clergyman, who looked around, then took out the starp and moved it, the magic would flow out of the tip of the starp and begin to paint a complex pattern.

"Oh, this is my first time..."

Neighbor Justkus gave an exciting voice, making his brown eyes gleam with joy. It feels slightly glaring, looking at the chief cleric.

"Justkus, what happens?

"It is an execution for those who treason against their lords. It is taught only to the Lord's candidates, so when exercising it, they do not turn others aside."

Yustox tells us that it is done without leaning people around so that we cannot hear voices and we cannot see the details of a magic formation that depicts complex patterns.

"I've never seen it before, even though I know there's magic to execute traitors"

They say it is very rare for such executions to take place because there is no such thing as treason against the lord.

"Oh, I'm glad I came to Hasse, saying I can't do it to Master Ferdinand and the rep"

For the first time, in the words of a stranger who held his fist and smudged with a caged voice of universal feeling and said, "I wanted to see this execution", I understood very well the sentiment of the chief cleric, who looked reluctant to accompany Justkus.

Step away from Justkus gently.

"The princess will soon remember. Speak up if you get a chance to use it."

"... I pray to God I don't have that opportunity"

Even so, I turned my gaze to the chief cleric, whining in my heart.

In the center of the stage, the chief cleric waves a stamp. Whether the magic formations drawn with magic were completed, the black ones came out of the magic formations as they swayed like flames.

Is it magic about the Dark God? I somehow discern from the similarity of the black jaws that came out of the magic formations to the black jaws that suck away the magic I saw when they were raided at last year's prayer ceremony.

The chief cleric threw a registration card into the creepy magic formation, shaking black. The registration card stops in the universe so that it sticks perfectly to the magic formation and is enveloped in a black jar.

"Eckhardt, break the commandments!

"Ha!"

In response to the chief cleric's voice, Brother Eckhardt waves Starp without shifting time, erasing the belt of light that was tying the six. The band of light that I was tying up disappeared in an instant.

Their reactions were varied when suddenly the commandments were broken.

Those who blinked their eyes so that they did not know what was happening and did not move as they were.

who screamed and tried to escape.

And you tried to reward me with one arrow, the one who ran out toward the chief cleric...

"Chief Cleric!?

Only one, seeing the mayor's wife rushing out towards the center of the stage, accidentally shouted, "Dangerous," to me, the clergyman frowned and did not move his gaze. Without a glance at those who moved, his gaze remains fixed on the magic formation, opening his mouth.

"Don't guide me. No problem."

All they could do was move for a moment.

Both the mayor, who quickly rose and moved to flee, and the mayor's wife, who tried to assault the clergyman, just moved her legs a few steps and laid back. Fall flat on the spot as it is.

Looks like he's trying to get up, but even if he moves his arm, his leg isn't moving at all.

"My leg, my leg!

A sad cry sounded. "I don't like it," "Please help me," and "I'm sorry," he whispers.

When I frowned, and looked closely, I saw six feet stained with light gray. At first I thought you were wearing even matching gray shoes, but you weren't. My legs seemed to stain the tips of my clothes more and more gray, and at the same time less moving parts.

"... although my legs seem to be stoned"

"Perhaps that one will spread all over your body"

Without even hiding the look of being excited, Justkus looks at them as if they were eating in.

I am not in such a pleasant mood. Had it not been for the harsh gaze of the chief cleric who could turn to us from time to time, I would have blocked my ears and closed my eyes, not wanting to hear them scream, not wanting to see them back.

Erode the registration card so that the black jar burns in flames. As if the paper were burning, the white registration card slipped away from the bottom.

By the time the registration card had lost its shape by about half, they had solidified to the area around their hips. As I look at it, it hardens to my chest, and when it hardens to the area around my neck, I don't even have a voice.

When the registration card had completely lost its shape, its entire body had solidified like a stone statue.

The Chief Cleric moves the Starp.

The magic team scratched out all the time.

At the next moment, the six stone statues begin to collapse without hesitation.

To begin with, I got a pimple and a big crack.

It cracks from there and falls making a noise that looks heavy with Gotri.

A large chunk was crushed into several fragments by a falling impact.

Fragments begin to collapse in salaries as if they were sandworking.

Sounds like it ended up being ash-like lightness. I was still exposed to the cold spring breeze and scattered.

There is no registration certificate that should be a grave mark, and no body remains.

Even burial was the end of a traitor's path that even mourning would not be tolerated.

"Brilliant."

Yustokus said so in an excited voice, but I could not even snort with a loving laugh in a hundred million robberies.

...... disgusting.

I can't leave the look solidified by fear and despair. Their screams creep in the back of their ears, and their eyes are burned to the end.

That was not like the death of a man.

...... disgusting.

My hands and feet feel unusually cold. I can't stop feeling uncomfortable spinning in my stomach.

If you keep losing your mind and fall, it will be easier. But I didn't drain my strength, I didn't drain my magic, I just stood at the edge of the stage, wanting to fly my consciousness, not letting it fly, and not being allowed to close my eyes.

There is a clear spread of fear and fright towards the nobility in Sin and the quiet square. It must have been deeply engraved as witnessing the power of a mighty aristocracy and being able to easily take their own lives and so on, I found my face stretched to fear.

"Everybody, now the traitors are gone"

In the meantime, when Richt rises, he looks around at the people of the square and calls out loud.

"They were traitors who fell into the whole town. For their sake, we were clothed with rebel stigma"

Richt tells everyone that it's going to be tough.

"We must continue to make amends for as long as the child who has completed the baptism ceremony has grown up and lasted, in order to return the stigma. We have to work together so that we can reward the mercy of the Virgin of Aerenfest for saving us all from being disposed of as traitors."

I can also see a strong tension in Richter's face speaking from the edge of the stage opposite me to the square. Still, he was desperate to get Hasse back on his feet somehow. You can't keep crushing me like this, and I'm blinded by the way you give me credit.

I breathed slowly.

They're still screaming in the back of their ears, but you can't be dragged by it. My role as Virgin is not over.

What to do with Hasse after the mayor's disposition is also part of the challenge. We must cooperate as much as possible with Richt and keep Hasse together.

I slowly advance to the center of the stage. When his body swayed, he proceeded next to the Chief Cleric in the comfort of the sour coming up from the back.

The gaze of those in the square, as well as the gaze of those on stage, can see everything coming towards you.

I closed my eyes for the first time.

A clear appearance emerges in their fear.

I shook my head several times, stomped my foot in a good way, and raised my face so that I wouldn't lean down.

"Rosemaine, take this"

The chief cleric gives me the magic equipment to sound my voice in my hand, and I take a step back.

I grabbed the magic apparatus and took it to my mouth and slowly breathed in.

"O Hasse people!"

My voice trembled. Swallow once and breathe slowly again.

"O people of Hasse, bear with me for a year"

Now I have a slightly better voice. At ease with it, I will continue my words.

It is noble to plunge into the bottom of fear with mighty magic, but it is also noble to be able to save the people with mighty power. If you are given the role of Virgin, I want to give you a little hope.

"The lord will inquisitely decide whether or not the prayer ceremony will take place next year, this past year, the deeds of Hasse. I'm going to ask you too, but what matters is what Hasse does."

If we work hard for a year, there will be a prayer ceremony the following year. The peasants who heard the words raised their faces. "In a year, we'll figure it out," "Let's do something," such a voice begins to rise.

Shoulder strength was only slightly lost when everyone's face began to look forward.

"No one has proven to have a rebellious heart. Show in your deeds that there is a heart of atonement. I want to celebrate and pray here next year."

Then, in great cheer, I followed the directions of the chief priest and rode the mounted beast to the small temple. Large boxes and Justkus, Fran and Thurm and Brigitte are also on board.

"Dear Rosemayne, it was so wonderful"

"Thank you, Brigitte"

Though I manage to laugh and show it, the core of my head is already hanging around.

My chest is upset. I want to spit out this disgust.

I want to completely escape reality and immerse myself in the world of books. At the very least, I want to sleep without thinking.

Coming down from the horseman in front of the door of the small temple, one after the other came out of the small temple, facing the gray clerics and the Guilberta Chamber of Commerce, each side serving them. They kneel alongside Zach.

"Justkus, Eckhardt, Dermuel, Brigitte. They'll be in the prayer room, building their own rooms with this."

If the chief clergyman gave each of the red demon stones, the four and their side services began to move together. Yustokus commands his side to carry an important box out of my mounted beast.

And all went down, and I cleaned up the horseman, and exhaled slowly. In the meantime, the sour taste comes up.

We can't all vomit on this occasion. Drink desperately and quickly wipe the tears you've been swallowing up with your sleeves.

"Rosemaine is... pale. Better get some rest. Get them ready to rest."

"Yes."

My servants get up in a hurry and go inside. I was handing Gil the magic equipment to open the hidden room in the advance unit towards the small temple, so I should be prepared to some extent, but if I were to rest soon, I would have a lot to do.

If I blurted off my side service and slowly turned my gaze around, I found my father among the people who were welcoming me. I can see at a glance that I am thinking about whether there is anything I can do, which I can't help but worry about. I want to rush out, call you "Dad," stick around, and cry.

"Rosemaine"

"... ah"

With my shoulders pressed against me by the chief clergyman, I lowered my near-raised hand and returned my near-raised leg to its original position.

When the clergyman urged me to start walking, my father offered me his cloak.

"Dear Rosemaine, if you don't mind, this way. … looks a lot colder"

I compared my father's cape to the chief cleric. The clergyman glanced at his father, but his father is looking back at the clergyman as he offered him his cape.

He exhaled slowly after the clergyman, who had narrowed his eyes for a while and looked down, carved a wrinkle all the way between his brows.

"Is it colder, Rosemaine?

"It's cold.... It was so cold. Thank you, Gunter."

I take my father's cloak and hold it like a hug. I smelled my father with a slightly dusty smell, and at the same time I was horrified, tears came in, and I buried my face in my cape.

"Temple Chief, if it's still cold, go ahead."

"No, it's warmer here."

Tears pulled into unexpected words in an instant. Raise your face and five soldiers will give you one cape after another.

I laughed small before the cloak lined up sloppily in front of me. That makes my mind a little lighter.

"I can't walk with any more, so I'll take your heart. Thank you for your kindness."

When I go to the stash room with my father's cloak in my arms, he's preparing me to sleep with a bummer.

Not to be disturbed, I spread my cape in the corner of the room, weaving my father's cape and wrapping it.

"Rosemaine, lend me that."

"I don't like it."

From the clergyman who gave me his hand, I hold him in my arms, trying to hide his cape.

The clergyman with his hand on his temple grabbed the cape with a gasp of one hand.

"You won't be able to get it up on the sleeping table as it is. Just wash it. Lend me."

"... wash?

While I was leaning on my neck, it was taken away. The clergyman puts out a stamp on the spot and says something.

I wonder if the round ball of water that came out of somewhere enveloped my cape, and then the water disappears again somewhere.

"What is it, this sorcery?

"So it's a wash"

If you go out to exorcise the Warcraft, it seems a must for knights who sometimes spend a few days outside. They're going to clean themselves up and they're going to clean up their tools.

"... did you have such a handy sorcery? I've never heard that before."

"You don't have to serve or work."

I have to spend time outside, and I have no side service. They only use it if there's nothing they can do about it, and they don't usually waste magic on cleaning that someone can handle.

"This time it's special. If they bring it to the bedroom like that, it's gonna be tough later, and we're not gonna have time to wash it."

With that said, the chief priest put a dusty smell away and a cleansed cloak on my head.

"I'll explain it to the Gilberta Chamber of Commerce from me, so as to rest well today"

That's what the chief clergyman says, he leaves the room just saying he's done with his business.

As I smelled the cloak, I heard Fran, who was carrying water, speaking to Gil, "That's enough".

"Dear Rosemaine, I'm ready to take a bath. Come on, the lords are out once."

And I sleep softly wrapped from my head in my father's cloak.

The disgust went far, and I had no unpleasant dreams.