Ascendance of a Bookworm

Even needles and Corinna noticed how Darmuel looked in love with Brigitte and didn't move, and began to turn a raw, warm gaze. I can see my eyes poured on Dermel looking at the smiling thing "It's Spring".

I exhaled softly, saying that nobles should not put so much emotion on their faces.

"Darmuel, what do you say?

"Huh!? Oh, oh..."

When I pulled my cape as hard as I could, Dermuel turned his gaze to me like a hack, looked at Brigitte, and coughed to fix his expression.

"Cohon...... I think that's good"

... It's not lit, I need to be clearer. I can't pass on the compliments! Look, come on!

I'll try to exhort you in my heart, but Darmuel is basically a heck of a bitch. Can't you just look straight at Brigitte and say it's slightly out of sight and no more compliments.

One more voice, and the surroundings are watching, but no more words from Dermuel's mouth, just moving his gaze here and there.

"Really? This is the costume Master Rosemaine has thought about, but is it likely that other female knights will recommend it?

When Brigitte says that as she looks down at her costume, Dermuel nods vaguely, "Yeah, well..." He wants a clearer opinion, but Darmuel, who's lost his mind in love, doesn't seem to be very helpful.

"If it doesn't seem like a problem, let's tailor Brigitte's costume as it is. Cutting is over, so get the hell out of here."

And I said, Tightening this place, I cast Darmuel out of the hiding room.

Close the door with Patali and ask him how Brigitte is doing. If that was all obvious, Brigitte couldn't have known either.

"... er, Brigitte"

Speaking to Brigitte surrounded by needles, Brigitte smiled with a slightly lit face.

"Darmuel is easy to understand. I've never seen a man look like that before, so it's kind of funny."

... No, no, no, there was definitely something else because there was just so little obvious about it and Brigitte is a beauty.

I think it's either about the family and the territory, or it wasn't in Brigitte's sight that I only thought about fighting, or it was only in the eyes of the person I was engaged to.

"Brigitte, you know, about Darmuel..."

"Dermuel himself thinks it's not bad. It's not the kind of personality that takes over Ilkner, because he's my second son, and he doesn't have a title, so he's light, and he's basically serious. And in the sense of Rosemayne's favorite knight, there are no bad conditions for Ilkner."

Brigitte laughed nicholly, where I let my eyes shine, wondering if this was not surprisingly pleasant.

"It's just not eligible because of the huge difference in magic power"

I was lightly cut off with a beautiful smile.

Speaking of which, I've heard from the clergyman that you can't marry because you can't have children when there's a big magic difference. When the magic difference is huge, it also seems to come off the paedophile.

... too pitiful to be confirmed as not eligible on the spot of making love.

My blessing seems to stretch Darmuel's magic a little bit, but I don't know exactly how long it's stretched and how much more it's missing. If I work hard, will I put him in Brigitte's paedophile?

I've been thinking about it for a moment, but I don't think it's going to be a busy result for a human being without this common sense to stick his neck in someone else's erotic shakedown, besides having no romantic experience, like me. Let's just stop sneaking up on you in my heart.

... If we do something about the magic problem, we might be able to clear the way. Come on, Dermuel.

"Well, which story should I tell you?

After breaking up with Benno and the others, I went back to the temple chief's office and headed to my desk. For the commissioning of the printing press, the manuscript shall be written with Gashigashi in order to print a book packed with letters.

The kids told me during the winter and I have a few stories about knights in the story I wrote down. Writing a manuscript isn't that hard if you underlay it.

"Maybe we should print it from a short story so we can eventually make it into a collection of knight stories?

"It's a test run, so why don't we start with a short sentence?

In consultation with Gil, I choose which story to print.

A knight exorcised the demon and gave the demon stone he had taken to the woman in his mind and began writing a story called Happy Ending.

It took me a few days to finish the manuscript, so I took the manuscript and headed to the orphanage. To ask Vilma for an illustration.

"Vilma, I want you to paint an illustration of this knight story. With reference to the face of the Chief Cleric."

"... Dear Rosemaine, if you do that, you will be scolded again by the Chief Cleric."

Vilma looks at me with a worried face. But I shook my head. I have a heirloom sword.

"It's okay. Because it's just for reference. The Knight of the Story and the Cleric Chief are different people. The name is different, and this story is a fictional fabrication, and all of the organizations/people that appear are fictional, etc. are well specified in the book"

"Well.... you really think a lot about next to next"

After rounding his eyes as if they were frightened, Vilma glanced up a little bit and thought, um...

"Now let's do some ideas like change your hair and draw it to look a little different"

"Thank you, Vilma"

"It's fun to paint the chief cleric, so I was sad to be banned, because I'm the same"

Fuffled with an accomplice grin, Vilma undertook the illustration for me.

"The illustration will be done in Gali edition printing after you have finished printing all the sentences. Then, you don't have to think about where or how big to put the letters, as you use them all for illustration on one page. You don't have to rush into the illustration right away."

"Yes, sir."

When I get up after my conversation with Burma, the children who were playing in the corner of the dining room rush up undisturbed.

"Dear Rosemaine, are you making a new picture book?

"What picture book is it this time?

All the Autumn Family books were finished while I was at the prayer ceremony, and now the Winter Family books are in the process of being made in the workshop. My education of orphanage children seems to be going pretty well, not to mention that I'm concerned about the content of the new book.

"Pfft, after you make a picture book of your winter family, you make a book of knight stories. Now we're going to have a lot of letters, but can you read them to everyone?

"You'll definitely be able to read it. Because it's fun to learn new words."

I was so glad to be caught in the eye with so many motivations. I hope a lot of book lovers grow up like this. And when you grow up, you want me to make all sorts of books for you.

That night, as usual, listening to the job description of the day from the side service, I looked up to Gil and Fritz, who were reporting on the work description of the workshop.

"Gill, Fritz. I have a manuscript of a knight's story. Tomorrow afternoon I will start the formatting. Please tell Lutz. Then, if you want to restrict access to the workshop, please."

"Yes, sir."

When Gil replied that hazy, the slightly contemplative fritz softly narrowed her gentle dark brown eyes.

"Gil will want to do a formatting, so I'll take the orphanage kids out to the woods tomorrow. Gil listens very carefully to what Lady Rosemayne has to say and remembers how to do it."

"I'll take care of it"

The next day I finished my morning work with a groom. I can't help but finish my lunch early and want to head to the workshop. As I ate in haste, I called out to Fran, who was serving me.

"Fran, I'm heading to the workshop in the afternoon, so I'd like to get dressed in dirty but good clothes..."

"There's no good clothes to get dirty here"

Fran lowered her brow like she was in trouble.

"Dear Rosemayne, the Lord's daughter will not work with your own hands. So even dirty clothes are not prepared."

"Huh? But I don't think it will fall off if it comes with ink stains, are you sure?

I pick up the temple chief's white costume. If I had black ink on my white costume, I think it would be tough, and I don't think the temple chief should be wearing dirty clothes.

"I have some witch apprenticeship era costumes in the orphan dean's office. Call in the orphan dean's office for a replacement. Do not summon the temple chief's costume in the temple as much as possible."

"Okay."

I went with Monica and Darmuel to the Orphan Dean's Office and, as Fran told me, decided to change into the Mine Age clothes kept in the Orphan Dean's Office.

Among the clothes left behind are apprenticeship clothes from the Guilberta Chamber of Commerce. I felt my chest tighten so tight on nostalgia.

"I'll change into these clothes. This is the only piece of clothing with no flickering sleeves."

"Right."

Monica looked around at the costume and nodded cocklessly.

I put my sleeves through my apprenticeship clothes in a nostalgic way. It's a little tight, but I can't even wear it. I seem to be growing once and for all too. Seems to highlight the difference from when that was Mine, a little lonely.

By the time I finished dressing, Gil came after lunch.

"I'm going to the workshop with Gil, so Monica can help me with Vilma. I have a painting job that I asked for, so I think I'm probably keeping busy."

"I'll take care of it"

Send Monica out to the orphanage, and I will go to the workshop with Gil and Darmuel. Today Fritz took everyone to the woods so that I could work. After spring, it seemed like the first time they were heading to the woods for paper making, and the kids went out with a big shag.

"Master Rosemayne is laying it out and letting everyone out so it's okay to run a little wild"

When Gil stretched his chest, Dermuel grinned bitterly as he was accompanied by everything.

"I don't want it to be okay to run off, I want it not to run off"

"We need the help of Mestionora, the goddess of wisdom, to stop Rosemaine's rampage about the book"

"I don't know how to do that," Gil shook her head, clapping her shoulders as she turned away. There's no way I can weigh myself in front of a new printing press. That's what Gil and Lutz have in common. Yeah, I'm not wrong.

"Lutz"

"Mine!?... Oh, wrong. No."

When I entered the workshop with Gil, Lutz turned a little face. I found myself surprised by the apprenticeship clothes, so I circled around on the spot and decided to make a bishy pose.

"How's it going, Lutz? You miss it, don't you?"

"... more confusing than nostalgic. Wrong way to call it, so next time you'll have to wear something else."

"This is the only piece of clothing I had that I could work with. Give it up."

Saying so to Rutz, who was at ease, I turned to the front of the planting platform set up in the workshop. Pull the lowest typographic case out of the planting platform and loosen your mouth with a little bit of garlic on the glitter of the metal typography.

"Lutz, Gil. Where's the stick or the Intel?

"All the trinkets that Ingo and Johan made me put together in this step. Which one do you need?

I sighed with admiration when I saw the astonishingly lined intel, the sticks, and the settem, ho, ho. Beautiful. I wonder if I can print this, it's really touching.

In an attempt to ascertain all the drawers delivered to the planting platform, I noticed a great deal. … I do not reach the planting platform.

"Gil, bring me a stepping stone"

"No, shouldn't you be arranging typeface cases on the workbench rather than that? Wouldn't it be possible for everyone to work side by side in front of this table?

Nodding at Rutz's words, I ask the two of them to arrange typographical cases on the workbench. Too bad I wanted to work cool in front of the engraving table.

"Well, let's start the formatting. Um, you've done a formatting before to print a picture book sentence, haven't you? It's pretty much the same way, but from now on, I'm going to print a book full of letters, so I'm going to have to make it easier to read by aligning the number of characters and lines in a row."

I give Rutz and Gill manuscripts to print.

"Rutz is on this page, Gil is on this page."

Put the manuscript on the workbench, and when I took the stick, I gave it to both of them. The stick is an elongated wooden box that can be held with one hand. It will be a place to line up a few lines of metal typography.

"Put Intel on the stick. Yes, this elongated wooden plate. Line up the typefaces just for this length. This determines the number of characters in a line, so you can't if it sticks out. If you can put Intel down, put Setten down."

"Hey, what's this setten for?

Squeeze your eyes as Lutz picks up the thin metal. I began to look for the typeface of the first letter, placing Setten next to Intel.

"Setten makes metal typescripts slippery. He said it's easier to glide clean and align than slip on the board. Ah, first letter, discovery"

When I searched the typeface case for the metal typeface, I placed it on the stick with Kachan, making sure that the top and bottom were not the opposite.

"Always look this way in order."

"Okay."

From there on, only the sound of the kachakacha and metal touching each other sounds. When the first line of typography is aligned, put the Intel down, pull out Setten, and rearrange next to the next Intel. And then we line up the metal typescripts again.

"Um, where?

"Oh, there it is."

I'm not used to it at all, so it takes me a while to pick up the typeface. Lutz and Gill were also looking for typography, staring at each other.

Once a few lines of typography are lined up, transfer them to Guerra, being careful not to collapse, and then line up the typography on the empty stick again. That repeat.

"This is gonna take a hell of a while."

"You'll be faster when you get used to it.

With that objection, I will at best form a version.

But the only time I was well was at first. By the time I was halfway through the assembly, it was already hectic. I make sure to stare at the smaller typefaces and arrange them, so I get very tired when my eyes are full.

Though comfortable at first, finishing typing for one page was the slowest of the three.

Once you have finished typing for one page, carefully tie tight with the thumbnail yarn so that the typeface does not collapse. This completes Guerra.

"This concludes the composition. Guerra prints next. Guerra printing uses a printing press, so you might want to speak to Ingo, Zach and Johan as well. In the meantime, I'm just going to explain how to install it on a printing press."

I go to the printing press with my assembled guerra. Johann makes it so it's just like the design book. Carefully transfer to the place for placing the guerra. Place the Lutz assembled guerra on the part of the next page as it is ready to print in the open view.

Then, the malts, formarts and furnitures were lined up to make the surrounding margins and secured with wooden frames.

"This is the end of preparation. Paint the ink and try and imprint. Paper's marked here, isn't it? Put it down to match the mark and hold it down with this board."

Put on a lid to hold the paper, and to fold it further, the paper is just like coming over the guerra.

"Sure, if I turned the handle here, the table would have started to move"

"Which one? Lend it to me"

Handles that do not turn by my power also turn by the power of Lutz or Gill. The table moved softly as I had ordered.

"So if you turn the steering wheel slowly using that principle, you can print it. I'm not painting it now, so I can't print it."

"... largely understood"

Gill raised her face as she wrote the order on the bookboard.

We're done with the layout, so we're done for today.

"I'll call the Ingos tomorrow. You are a tour without work.... you're feeling a little better about today's work, aren't you?

"Well. I'll be quiet tomorrow."

Though I'm probably more right that I can't move tomorrow because I'm exhausted from today's work than I am quiet.

The next day, Ingo, Zach and Johan arrived. I have work to do today, so everybody, work clothes.

I am a tour, dressed in the clothes of a beautiful temple chief, only one of whom is out of place.

"Now let's do a trial imprint on the new printing press. Gil, Lutz. Get started."

When the two of them nodded at my words, they began to gella imprint as per the meeting.

Paint the ink, put the paper down, hold it down with the patan, and lay it down further. Lutz turned the handle, Gill pushed and moved the table and pushed the table under the press machine.

Everyone is interested and nervous, watching the two of them move. In particular, the craftsmen wrinkled between their eyebrows and watched the two work.

If I moved the handle much louder using the principle of this, it made a loud noise with the van and the press board moved.

Pull out the table, remove the plate that is pinching the paper, and remove the paper.

"... done"

Unlike a small Confucius print, which has only allowed one page to be printed so far, two open pages can be printed at a time.

"Oh, it's done right"

"Heh, is this printing?... I don't know what you're writing, but wow"

The craftsmen exhaled in relief when they saw the finished trial imprint. I laugh small at the expression of relief from tension that the order has been successfully completed.

"Thanks to the three of us joining forces, the printing press finished with great stuff. I will ask the Guilberta Chamber of Commerce to pay the rest and report back to the Association. It must have been tough during the winter, right? What's the big deal?

When I asked, the craftsmen, free from tension, told me each about their struggles.

"Winter has been very busy since I was certified Gutenberg by Dear Rosemaine"

To the sighing Johann groaning, I laid my hand on my cheek and leaned my neck.

"Johann, he said he's very busy... Does that mean we found a new patron? Do you have a job to do off Gutenberg?

"Ugh..."

Apparently, we haven't found a new patron yet. Johan missed his gaze at first sight.