Ascendance of a Bookworm

And I went again with Brigitte to the bathhouse of the goddess.

Through the path of steep curves that the trees make, we move on to the springs where the sun plunges in brightly.

As the leading clergyman drove the horseman to the fountain, the surface of the fountain began to swell more.

"Tall crochet!

Nearly near the center of the fountain, a shadow appears bumping. Three, no, about four shadows jumped wide from the fountain, jumping out.

"Bless you, Rosemaine!

"Yes!"

To the instruction given by the clergyman who goes into the lead, I put magic into the ring. I have already prayed many times for God's blessing of martial arts, so I have become accustomed to it.

"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 down on everyone. As for my power, it's the bottom line, and the only thing I can do to help is pull my legs out of my lack of strength.

"Dermuel and Brigitte wait with Rosemaine! Eckhardt, let's go."

"Ha!"

The tall crochet that popped out of the fountain was a toad big enough for adults to spread their hands. I feel a lot smaller compared to Gorze, who fought in the fall collection, and Schnetilm, who was the lord of winter. Though in the disgust of appearance, I won't allow other followers.

"I wonder why all the toads stand as my enemies."

Ha, and when I accidentally sighed, I leaned my neck so that Brigitte and Darmuel were not sure.

"... a toad, what?

"It's a creature that looks a lot like a tall crochet. You look just like Count Bindebalt, don't you think? To the point of being crusaded by the Chief Cleric."

Darmuel blows out. I let Gasha make a noise, holding her mouth down with her armored hand and facing forward, but she seems to have gotten into a bump because she's making strange moves on the little chops.

Brigitte appears to have never seen the Earl of Bindebalt in person, saying, "Are you someone similar to Tallcroche?... You don't want to come near me," he murmured.

"We'll merge."

Turning to Brother Eckhardt's voice, the loudest tall crochet gave out a long tongue, intertwining the slightly smaller-eyed tall crochet that was right next to him, swallowed a great deal.

At the same time as swallowing, the tall crochet grows much bigger. And, once again, when I let out my tongue, I swallow the smaller tall crochet one after the other.

"Wow!

"Please calm down, Master Rosemaine. When it comes to tall crochet, it's not enough to be afraid of. … I just don't feel right"

Brigitte seems to dislike the tall crochet. I know exactly how you feel. There is more power in my left hand to keep me than usual.

The Cleric Chief and Brother Eckhardt deformed the Starp into the shape of a sword, staring up at the tall crochet, and magic.

The two wave up their swords in an attempt to attack, aiming for a tall crochet rising and swollen belly that swallows more and more of their companions.

The next moment, a long, long tongue popped out of the tall crochet at high speed. We fly through the air, tangled with every Brigitte horseman at such a speed that we do not know what happened.

"Become!?

"Whoa!?

Faster than Brigitte took out the stapes and deformed them, we jumped into the wide open mouth of the tall crochet.

When the tongue shrinks and the mouth is shut, it is dark there with no light or sting, making it a raw, warm and smelly place.

At the same time as he was freed in his mouth, Brigitte erased the horseman and deformed Starp into a weapon longer than the height of a sword. Because of the magic, the area around the weapon looks slightly glowing.

"Dear Rosemaine, are you hurt?

If Talcrochet tries to swallow us, let the weapon stab us in the mouth, and Brigitte will check my safety first.

I, embraced by Brigitte, have not been injured or anything at all. He was embraced without changing the strength of his armor, so he just seemed slightly suffocated with a soft chest.

"This one just rattles around, no injuries"

"So why don't you put some magic into the knife for collection and stab me in the tongue? My weapon can't move now."

Brigitte crouches to hold me beside her with her left hand as she puts her strength into her right hand with a weapon that she stood up not to be swallowed. They let each other pull their faces at the back of their feet and at the soft feet that were raw, warm and resilient to feel on their knees.

"I'll do it"

As I take out the knife and put my magic into it, the power cages in Brigitte's left hand, which is turned in his stomach.

Feeling Brigitte's willingness to protect anything, I pierced the tongue of the tall crochet with a knife of plenty of magical harvesting.

"... Oh, that?

Nothing has changed.

If you don't scream, you can't even open your mouth.

I don't think there's been any change so far, I sweat a little more magic and poke the knife again.

"Yes, yes, yes!

Suddenly, a dazzling light plunged into my vision, which was dark, and I unwittingly close my eyes.

I could see my feet shaking and my body obliquely. As I grabbed the knife, I fell out of balance.

I roll with the golon golon with Brigitte to match the oblique foot, and the strength cages in Brigitte's arm as it is turned by his stomach, and feels like Brigitte flew with me in his arms.

When I realized that the brightening was due to Kappa's open mouth, I was being thrown out into the air again, held by Brigitte.

The ambient air cleaned up.

I can hear all sorts of noises now.

I feel like I'm getting slapped by the air with my biscuits and skin.

"Jump straight into the fountain!

I hear the chief cleric yelling, and Brigitte falls toward the fountain at the speed of the free fall. Prepared for a tremendous shock, I closed my tight eyes and cling to Brigitte.

Fall to the fountain with tremendous noise.

But the water embraced us softer than expected. Neither stiff nor painful, I was in the fountain.

It was a strange feeling.

Originally, the water in the fountain should be snowmelted water, so temperate that it's not strange to die of a heart attack as soon as it falls. But not cold or hot.

When I opened my eyes, I could see the surface swaying with all sorts of shakes.

The bubbles of air spit out of Kopokopo and his own mouth rise.

I see the blue sky where the light falls, the great shadow and towards it, the dazzling light flies. Looks like the attack by the Cleric Chief and Brother Eckhardt flew toward the Tall Crochet.

Tallcroche was launched into attack from below and exploded.

"Puha......"

When me and Brigitte floated up and put their faces on the water, the aftermath of the two attacks was about to subside.

"... you're done"

"No, I'm coming!

Contrary to the fact that I exhaled ho, Brigitte turned upwards and began to set up the stapes again with a harsh voice full of tension.

"Huh?"

When Brigitte follows me and looks up, I see something coming down. The moment I frowned, wondering if it was the guts or something of the blasted tall crochet, I saw the frog coming down.

"Huh!?

Frogs of various sizes, no, tall crochet came down, from the small at the tip of my finger to the adult fist size.

Tall crochet sticks to the head, face, shoulders, one after the other. The soggy feeling stuck to my cheek.

"... higgie ah!

I shake my butterflies, hands, feet and head, trying to unshake them, but the tall crochet I don't want to be skipped is stunned and I won't leave.

"Take, take, take!

"Rosemaine, don't scream, peel it off and knock it down! Even your knife should be able to defeat you. If you leave them alone, they'll merge as soon as possible."

The chief cleric ruthlessly says so, crushing the surrounding tall crochet around. The same goes for Brother Eckhardt.

Apparently Tallcroche just splits even when attacked. They say we have to knock them down with the smallest possible state.

"I can't, I can't, I can't! At least take it just over your nose!

"Dear Rosemaine, this way! I'll take it!

"Darmuel looks the coolest!

Darmuel, who hath mounted me on the beast, which is bare and rampant on the surface of the water, receiveth me from the hand of Brigitte, and lifteth me up.

I asked Darmuel to pick up the tall crochet and take it, and I finally wiped my tears and snot.

"I don't like it anymore! I will never come to this fountain again!

"Fool. It's a crusade to pick honey at dawn tomorrow. There's no way you're not coming."

Immediately a reprimand and cold gaze flies from the chief cleric.

"Tallcroche defeated. Now we should be able to safely collect tomorrow."

"Absolutely, right?

"Perseverance! Sleep early tonight, the night of Fruitraine, and be ready for dawn"

When I return to the camp, I immediately close the windows of the Lesser Bus by more than half, and when I create a state of invisibility from the outside, Monica and Rosina help me to get dressed with Brigitte.

"Master Rosemayne's riding beast is wonderful. I didn't think I could get dressed so loosely."

Had it not been for my Lesser Bus, Brigitte would have put a cape between the trees and dressed in the snow, apparently. I don't know what that means. I don't think that's what a noble lady would do.

"Nevertheless, you're going to die falling into the fountain this season. Lady Rosemayne doesn't have to be weak."

"Tomorrow, when you have a fever, you won't be able to collect it. Please be careful."

While the two of them preached so, they took off their wet clothes and wiped their entire bodies with a towel dipped in hot water.

Take the meal the side servants were preparing for you and ask the clergyman to teach you how to collect honey. I put the nectar accumulated in the center of the flower in a bottle, but I was told that it would crease with a metal spoon that I would always take.

"This is a spoon to keep you from being affected by magic. Always make sure the honey creaks with this and goes in the bottle. Rüell's flowers and fruits, picked on the night of Szeria, had completely different properties from those of other seasons. The nectar of Lyrene this time may also be of a different nature than in other seasons"

The face of the chief cleric is the face of the Mad Scientist. I'm glad you had time to immerse yourself in your hobby, I can't honestly say that because of my inability to secure my reading time. I think it's sloppy, trying to be told my heart is narrow.

"As the honey is divided into several bottles. I'd also like to study the difference between what contains your magic and other honey."

I don't mind the sheriff studying the material, but am I the only one who feels a little out of my purpose of collecting the material?

After such a conversation, we were to get an early night's sleep.

I will quickly defeat the seat of the Lesser Bus behind me so that I can stretch my legs and sleep. I saw the side servants lay some of the blankets I was loading, and the clergyman turned into a frightened face.

"Your horseman is really insane."

"It's good because it's convenient. I just didn't make it a 'camper', I think it's rational"

"Not at all...... That's all there is to it. This place should be used as a sleeping bed for women. Fran, come here."

The word of the Chief Cleric meant that the Lesser Bus was to be used as a sleeping place for girls. Brigitte comes in, and Fran leaves with a slightly hoarse face.

That night, the Lesser Bus woke up feeling so strange that it swayed loosely. Slowly waking up, I can see the goddess' water bath through the window.

... you were supposed to be in the camp, why?

I look out, thinking it was a dream. The fountain at night looked completely different from the day.

Is it because it is the night of Fruitraine? There is a red moon on the water that looks like dark pink too.

When the brighter, more sparkling, strange round light came out of the fountain one after the other, it was a fantastic sight because of flying around the area fuzzily.

The fountain is glowing. Instead of glowing in the light of the moon, little circles of different sizes pop out of the fountain.

"Wow, that's nice. It's shiny."

All of a sudden Nicola's voice, and when I turned around unexpectedly, Nicola looked out the window with a slight face, like she didn't know if she was asleep or awake.

It was Brigitte who jumped at the voice. Instantly set up a stamp and narrow your eyes to see what's going on outside. And he looked at me like I was in trouble.

"... what is this? I feel so full of magic."

"I don't know. But it's very pretty, and it doesn't seem hostile."

The moment the light jumps out of the fountain, there is a clear sound with Sharan. When it overlapped in number, it became a series of sounds and strange music.

I think Rosina started mumbling the scales with her bedtime remarks, and she jumps up.

"Where is Fesh Peel!?

"Rosina, calm down"

By then, both Ella and Monica had just started to wake up. And look outside, blink your eyes.

"What's going on?

"I don't know."

Rosina's hands begin to twitch at the music of the light rising from the fountain. I found my gaze turning toward Feshpeel, which is taken for granted as my luggage.

"Guys, I'm awake, and I can't sleep like this, so you can play a little, okay?

"Thank you, I know."

When Rosina took out the fesh peel without hesitation, she began to play, to match the music coming from the fountain. Rosina plays fesh peel to match the high noise from the fountain.

"Master Rosemayne's musicians are really good at this."

Glitter came one after another around the Lesser Bus as he was overheard playing the Fountain and Rosina. As if they were willing to fly to the window, they try to come in.

"Maybe this light likes Rosina's music"

"Because of this, why don't you go outside and let him listen?

When Monica and Nicola said that with a dull laugh, the light flashed in favor.

"Now let's come to the dedication of music. Spring goddesses love music. Serve the night of Fruitraine and you may be delighted."

"Dear Rosemaine, this goddess also likes sweet things. Take the remaining cookies and dedicate them."

I agree with Nicola's suggestion, with Ella laughing. With Ella and Nicola holding a crate filled with sweet things, Rosina holding a fesh peel, Brigitte trifledly guards the perimeter, Monica seems powerless and leaves the Lesser Bus.

I popped out in the midnight picnic mood.

A sparkling light is still emerging from the fountain in a strange space that feels no cold at all. The high sounds are also beautiful and my mind feels floating.

A peek into the fountain is still coming out of the back one strange light after another. I found several tall crochet eating that light.

"Brigitte, the tall crochet..."

When I point to the fountain, Brigitte immediately takes out the stapes and hunts the tall crochet.

The light leaping out of the fountain surrounds Brigitte as she nostalgic. Looks like he's thanking you for knocking down Tallcroche.

And when I looked round about, I saw that the light, which was in whole fuzzy, was now gathered in three parts.

It flies around Rosina's fesh peel, around the sweets where Ella, Nicola and Monica are, and around Brigitte, who tried the tare crochet.

This light seems to like music and flashes repeatedly on Rosina's fesh peel. Among them, I found myself flashing repeatedly to applaud whether I liked the one arranging Reino era songs.

"You seem to like Rosemayne's song. How about Lady Rosemayne be served a song, too?

"… So, because of this, let's give a new song"

I haven't brought my fesh peel, but I can handle it if it's just a song. Since I seem to like the music I listen to for the first time, I decided to perform one Reino era song. It's a spring song that I was fixing the lyrics to these words for when I asked the clergyman for something.

Standing in front of the fountain, breathe in slowly.

"Spring water is ~..."

As I began to sing, the ring sucked magic at its own initiative, and magic spread around with the song. The sparkle of the fountain increases further and the area becomes more and more dazzling.

And it grew out of the water when the buds of Lyrene flowers soaked. Countless buds begin to grow and become intertwined. It grew in the center of the fountain as if it were a giant tree, and the flowers began to open.

"Goddess, may I have Lyrene's nectar?

When I finished the song, and asked, the leaves that were in the center spread wide, and stretched out before me.

Let the light push you, and when I put my foot on it, the leaves grow even bigger. When I rode completely on the leaves, this time I slowly began to stretch up high.

"Wow."

He brought me to the front of the blooming lailailailaine, so I began to take out the spoon and collect honey, as the clergyman told me, from the collection tools that remained on my hips.

Add honey to all of the bottles held together and cover.

"Okay, perfect"

It was high, on leaves that rose high, so the sky across the forest was white, and I could see the morning sun rising.

The light that was flying around the area of the fountain with that morning sun fades and disappears.

When the flowers, which were stretched high, shrink and return to the surface. At the same time, the large leaves I was scaffolding are getting smaller and smaller.

The stem, which could no longer support my weight, broke with a pounding sound.