Ascendance of a Bookworm

Finishing my breakfast, I head to the Knight's Training Ground as my daily routine.

The last few days have been completely left in Vilfleet as they are walking to the training ground, not the Lesser Bus.

Dermuel is the only escort knight I walk with from my room today. Brigitte and Cornelius are going to training first. I have one escort knight to train for, except for him.

"I envy Master Rosemaine's magic power."

Darmuel said so blushing as he walked to the training ground. I was wondering if you were in love. I look up to Darmuel.

"It's up to training to increase the amount of magic, maybe. Master Ferdinand said my magic is so compressed. I was desperate to live."

"... Huh?

I looked around and made sure it was not popular, and I told Darmuel to crouch. I say to Darmuel, kneeling down and at a height where my gaze fits.

"I have lived without magic tools, so the magic could not be delivered to my body, and it was a dying streak."

"Ah..."

"So I repeatedly compressed unconsciously to live. So, there's the amount of magic we have now."

That's all I say, I start walking again. Darmuel also got up and started walking.

"Is Darmuel still getting more magic? If you envy my amount of magic, why don't you just take the magic equipment off and compress it while you're dying?

"... sorry I had no idea"

Darmuel, who knows me as a civilian, unlike the aristocratic child, pitilessly lowered his brow and apologized for remembering me who was not normally wearing magic equipment.

"Hey, hey... you're finally here"

"We're heading to the break room."

It is a sufficient amount of exercise for me just to go back and forth between the training ground and the room.

Once we get to the training ground, it's a break first. Radio gymnastics when you get your breath done. So, training is over for the day...... no, it's not. It's training until you get to your room.

One of the knights clouded his face, though he wanted to have Brother Eckhardt summoned to do radio gymnastics again today.

"Now Eckhardt has been called in and is absent. I'm so sorry, can you wait till I get back?

"Okay. Thanks."

In the absence of Brother Eckhardt, who takes care of me, I was forbidden to train. When that happens, Darmuel has to work as an escort, not a training.

"You can't move around without Brother Eckhardt, can you?

"Yes."

Sometimes things like stray bullets fly when the knights practice sorcery attacks. I don't know how to keep it clean in Darmuel. It's dangerous for me to wander around without Brother Eckhardt.

I sighed slowly as I looked at Darmuel, who still seemed awkward.

I know Darmuel is a junior aristocrat and laments his lack of magic. Because of this, I also know that Brigitte was not made a paedophile from the beginning.

But since I have already blessed, there is nothing I can do about it. He has no choice but to make an effort.

"Hey, Darmuel. When I enter the House of Lords, I am taught how to treat magic, and I hear that in it I learn how to compress, but just as I can remember the name of God, there may be a difference between the way I do it and the way the House of Lords does it"

"Huh?"

The important thing in dealing with magic is to think clearly in your head. Would it help a little if I gave you an image of my compression?

I looked around the rest room and discovered a crate and a leather bag.

"Darmuel, open the crate there and put your cloak in"

"What? Yes."

Dermuel takes off his cape with the question mark floating all over his head, rounds it up and puts it in a crate. The cloak that was creeping was sticking a little out of the crate.

"This crate is Dermuel's body, let the cloak be the magic. This is a state where the current state compresses no magic power at all. What can I do if I want to compress my magic powers and increase my capacity?

Darmuel folded his cape silently and put it in a crate. The free space is bigger than when I rounded it up and put it in the crate.

"Right. In my opinion it is the compression of magic that fills the body with magic by increasing the cloak of the folded state, is that correct?

"It's not a mistake. Until now, it's very easy to understand because I didn't really recognize it this way visually."

"I'm afraid I'm impressed, but you just apprenticed the way Darmuel made the military law easier to understand in Gevinnen, didn't you?

In my words Darmuel struck Pong and his hand. The treatment of magic is important to the image, so I thought it would be easier to see it than to explain it in words.

"Now fold the magic like this and try to compress it within yourself"

"I'll try"

Darmuel moves the magic inside her, closing her eyes, frowning. I could see I was concentrating, so I did not speak, but waited still.

After a while, when Dermuel opened his eyes, his eyes glow like they were touched.

"Done, Master Rosemaine. It's much more compressed than ever before."

"Yes, that's good. I don't know how much time Darmuel's magic will increase, but he won't have much chance of using magic when he's escorting the temple, will he? If you add more and more magic to your body and compress the increased amount again, maybe you can store a lot more magic than you've ever had before?

"Thank you!

When you get used to suppressing magic, the amount of magic you can accumulate in the same vessel changes, the chief cleric said.

"Okay, Dermuel. Would you take that leather bag? And lend me your cape."

"What? Yes."

"By the way, this is how my magic compression works"

And when I received the cape and the leather bag, I put the cape, which remained folded, into the leather bag. Then, try to sit on top of the leather bag, drain and compress the air, and close your mouth with a pepper.

Darmuel opened her mouth with Pocan when she saw the cape much thinner and smaller than just folded.

"You may refer to me."

When I took out the compressed cape with the leather bag, it was full of wrinkles and sneezed. As Darmuel holds his head, he stretches his wrinkles desperately, the sound of a small bell rings across the door.

"Come in, please"

It was Angelica returning from today that opened the break room door and came in. I come into the room, sarally shaking one luke-water hair together behind me for easy movement.

"Dear Rosemayne, I'm back now. As an escort knight from today, thank you again"

"Welcome back, Angelica. You must have finished all your lectures, right? Well done."

Apparently Angelica finally came to the training ground after greeting and reporting here and there. Behind Angelica were also Brigitte and Brother Cornelius. They've come to change trainings with Darmuel and Angelica.

"I can't move until Brother Eckhardt is here. So in the meantime, I was going to magic Angelica's demon sword, but maybe later?

"Now, please"

Everyone else also said they wanted to see how it would change if they poured my magic into the Devil's Sword. They usually don't pour magic into other people's demonic swords, so they care.

"Me, I know nothing about the Devil's Sword, so can you tell me? I'd also like to see the Devil's Sword..."

"This is my demon sword."

Angelica takes the pattern of the sword equipped on her hips and pulls it out softly. It fit in a sheath as long as a dagger, but when I pulled it out, my torso was about 50 cm long.

Angelica narrowed her eyes joyfully as I blinked, "I was surprised by the length more than expected".

"The magic you can get into changes the length of your body. At first, it wasn't as long as a knife."

Would it be about 50 cm long now? Apparently, it turned out to be tricks and magic.

"To fight demons, I want to grow up fast because being full is more advantageous. And I want to be more fit."

"What is aptitude?

When a word comes out that I do not know, and I lean my neck, Brigitte explains. Because if I leave Angelica to explain, those here know that it will be a hassle twice.

"It's the aptitude of magic. Suitability changes which gods are susceptible to protection"

"If you don't have the aptitude, can't you get protection?

"No, that's not it. However, I find it difficult to obtain protection without something in the eyes of the gods"

They say that if there is aptitude, it is easy to gain protection, but even if there is no aptitude, there is no protection at all.

"What is Angelica's aptitude?

"I am fit for fire and wind. Although no protection of the wind attributes was obtained."

"Huh? Sometimes even if you're fit, you can't get protection?

"... rarely"

To observe from Brigitte's seemingly painful voice, I guess you should get it if you have the aptitude.

I asked the others about their aptitude, and Brigitte is fire and dirt, and Darmuel seems apt for the wind.

Brother Cornelius said it was light, water, fire and wind. When I was surprised at the many, the answer was "because I am a lord and a close senior aristocrat". They say senior aristocrats have more magic and aptitude.

"What is Master Rosemaine's aptitude?

Asked Brigitte, I sifted and shook my head. I don't know if you ask me that naturally.

"I don't know. Where and how do you know what that aptitude is?

"Didn't Master Ferdinand teach you when you registered for magic at the Baptist ceremony?

"The registration card should have changed to the precious color of a fitting God. What color was it?

Asked early in the arrow succession, I think back to my baptismal ceremony.

"... er..."

Sure, I changed to 7 colors and I feel like they said "still can". However, the Chief Cleric should not have given a polite explanation for the suitability of magic.

So I hacked.

May I say that Brother Cornelius, who is supposed to be a brother and sister, has four colors, but I am supposed to be the daughter of the Third Lady, seven colors? I don't know if I can make a public statement. Maybe the chief cleric didn't dare tell me to keep it a secret?

"Well, it was divided into several colors, but I didn't know it had anything to do with aptitude, and I don't really remember it. Master Ferdinand was immediately put in a box."

To my answer, um, roared Darmuel opens his mouth.

"It will be so easy to grant the blessing of Angrief, the god of martial arts, that there will be suitability for fire"

"The shield of Szeria, the goddess of wind, can be used, so there is also the aptitude of the wind"

Brigitte went on to say that too.

Was there any other sorcery I used in front of everyone? I explore memory.

"I, after the extermination of Trombe, did the healing of the land..."

"At that time you used the divine equipment you brought out of the temple. The aptitude of magic has nothing to do with it, as the divine artifact itself has its attributes. Without aptitude, priests and witches wouldn't be able to handle the god's equipment, would they?

"That's true."

The lack of water aptitude makes it difficult to seem to heal the land ravaged by trombes or to pray at prayer ceremonies.

Brigitte tilted her neck slightly as she nodded, wondering if she could also attribute it to the magic tool itself.

"On the night of Fruitraine, the magic power of the fountain was much more responsive to Master Rosemaine's song, so I wonder if I might be fit for water as well..."

"If it were water, fire and wind, it would be very similar to Cornelius"

Darmuel grinned and nodded at Angelica's words.

"It must still be because you're brothers and sisters. Because it really depends on the aptitude of the parent."

"Really?... So, how does the aptitude of magic affect the Devil's Sword?

Answers my question with Angelica gently stroking the pattern of the Devil's Sword.

"Demons also possess aptitude, so by the aptitude that demon swords possess, they can be easily defeated or difficult to defeat. We want to gather as many attributes as possible."

Angelica has only two kinds of aptitudes, and although she defeated the demon and added a little soil with the magic of the demon stone, she doesn't quite have more attributes.

Hmm, and while I was sorting my head out, I started discussing how the Guardian Knights would raise the Devil's Sword. He just holds the position of knight, and everyone seems interested in the Devil's Sword.

"Shouldn't we bury Angelica as much aptitude as possible?

"No, Angelica says she wants to stretch herself, and shouldn't Master Rosemaine's magic be used to stretch herself?

"Angelica is totally unwilling to bury her weaknesses herself, so I think she should bury them. You can stretch your body and your strengths yourself, right?

I look to the Devil's Sword, listening to the three of them.

"What do you want Angelica to do?

"Cornelius is right, I don't like to make up for my weaknesses, so I want you to make up for them"

"You just need to magic it, mindful of filling in what Angelica lacks, right?

"Yes!"

I gently touched the demon stone on the patterned head of the demon sword, being told around that Angelica would be given the aptitude it lacked.

It is said that we must not go beyond the magic that Angelica has put in, so it is time to shed some magic.

... I think the only thing missing from Angelica is intelligence, before aptitude?

The thought circuit is only suitable for speed and battle, so if you want to fill such a lack of Angelica, you have no choice but to attach intelligence to the sword.

Could it be such a fantasy to attach intelligence to a sword? Maybe it could be in this world. In the meantime, let's think about it on the assumption that we can.

... intelligent with the ability to listen and remember the opinions around you, scold me if I do something wrong and correct the track, and I can advise Angelica who doesn't have enough knowledge... that's not a sword anymore! It's the Chief Cleric!

"What the hell are you doing getting together there?

"Piggy! Brother Eckhardt!?

Speaking to me where I was contemplating, I took my hand off the Devil's Sword and flew up on the spot.

"Pour magic into Angelica's Devil's Sword..."

"No."

Brother Eckhardt rejected me before I said everything.

"Rosemaine, it's hard to raise a demon sword. Do it under surveillance when Master Ferdinand is here."

"Um, Brother Eckhardt. It's very hard to say, but I've already poured a little"

Brother Eckhardt, who had his cheeks pulled all the way down, immediately retrieves the stapes. At the same time I took the yellow demon stone and beat it with Cocon.

"Ordnants!"

Turning to Ordonanz, who became the figure of a white bird, I wave a bun and a starp to fly, telling him that I had cast my magic on the devil's sword of others. Seeing Ordonanz flying in a straight line towards the Chief Cleric, I have become anxious.

"Brother Eckhardt, is it not a good thing that I pour magic into Angelica's Devil's Sword?

"The amount and quality of magic is different in Rosemaine, which can be adopted by an intermediate aristocrat Angelica and a lord. I don't know what kind of change the Devil's Sword will make."

"Yeah!?

Angelica anxiously tried to take her demon sword.

"Don't touch it! Stay put until Master Ferdinand sees you."

Breathtaking at Brother Eckhardt's stare, Angelica pulls in the hand she was stretching and squeezes it in front of her own chest.

The Ordnants came right back. A very concise reply came to me, "I'm going now". My voice is angry. I didn't like the chills, but I found out.

... pissed off. Seriously, it pisses me off.

When the chief cleric found out he was coming, did he feel easier, and Brother Eckhardt, once exhaled, stared at Brother Cornelius.

"Cornelius, why don't you stop them?

"I learned in the House of Lords that magic interactions are good if you understand each other, so I thought it would be good if Rosemayne allowed it..."

Brother Cornelius snorted with all the escort knights in his words. They all had the same idea, so they didn't realize it was something that anyone had to stop.

Brother Eckhardt sighed hah.

"Rosemaine hasn't gone to the House of Lords yet, has she? I mean, I don't have any knowledge of magic. I'm used to magic in relation to rituals, but there's no technology at all that regulates quantity or deals with magic divided into aptitudes."

"... ah"

"Originally, children who are not in the House of Lords only interact with magic to the extent of greeting. Rosemaine performs rituals in the temple and blesses the Knights, so they tend to be forgotten, but have no knowledge or skill. Don't think like ourselves."

When the escort knights all looked stunned, literally, the chief priest flew in with a horseman.

When Zach jumps from the mounted beast and vanishes the mounted beast, he walks to us once and for all. He's coming to the castle with his clergy clothes on, so he seems pretty angry.

"Rosemaine, don't do anything, I told you. Didn't I?"

"Oh, I'm sorry!

"First, show me the devil's sword in question."

The Chief Cleric takes it and looks closely at the Devil's Sword. Through a mere trace of magic, I began to examine the effects of my magic.

"Nothing in particular has happened so far. Too much magic from others makes it harder for the owner to control it. You just have so much magic, there's no way you can have such delicate control. Angelica to Rosemaine. What were you going to do if the owner of the Devil's Sword changed!?

"Uh, if I have become Lord, why don't you tell the Devil's Sword to serve Angelica?

If the Lord commands you, you'll listen to me, won't you? and tilted his neck, Angelica dazzled his face.

"That's Master Rosemaine, isn't it? Then I think I can use a strong demon sword."

"... you idiot!

After putting the Devil's Sword on the platform, a long sermon by the Chief Cleric began, not just for me and Angelica, but for all the escort knights.

The meaning, advantages and disadvantages of making it available only to you through your magic powers on demonic stones and magic implements, not just demonic swords, are preached to the extent that you worry about the clergyman's shortness of breath and throat, as well as about the exchange of magic powers.

"Rosemaine, do you see the danger of what you've been trying to do?

"Yes."

"Angelica, how about you?

"I think I figured it out somehow"

... a face I have no idea!

I can tell by the "Angelica's Grade Improvement Team" that I have taught to study. It's a face I don't understand at all.

It was almost at the same time that the temples of the Chief Cleric moved and the thunder fell.

"What the hell were you asking, you idiot!

"... Huh?

The chief cleric's voice was doubly heard for some reason.

Even the chief priest who dropped the thunder blinked his eyes, and Angelica's demon sword, which remained on the platform, began to preach with words similar to that of the chief priest. A voice echoes precisely from the demonic stone of the pattern head.

"My Lord, you know nothing"

The chief priest looked down creepingly at the part of the demonic stone that uttered his voice, and looked at me.

"... Rosemaine, did you do this?

"Rinse in wet clothes!

"Right, I'm sorry. I just thought you had something to do with this strange phenomenon where the Devil's Sword starts preaching."

It was at the same time that the Chief Cleric held the temple and the Devil's Sword glittered.

"Correct. By the magic and desire of Lord Rosemaine, the Lord of my Lord, I was born"

"Heh!?

My surrounding gaze turned to me in unison.

I blink and stare at the Demon Stone. The Demon Stone keeps talking in the voice of the Chief Cleric.

"It came with the ability to listen and remember the opinions around you, and if you did something wrong, you scolded me and corrected the track, and you needed an intelligent sword that could advise my Lord, who lacked knowledge? I thought it was the chief cleric."

"Speaking of which, I was thinking. With a little magic poured out, what Angelica lacks is knowledge..."

And when I opened my eyes, the chief priest glanced at me.

"Is it still you? [M] Isn't it wet or nothing?"

"In addition to Lord Rosemayne's wishes, I came into being because the Chief Cleric put magic through me"

Through the magic of the Chief Cleric, he decided things like narrative and personality. If the Chief Cleric hadn't passed the magic, he wouldn't have been born.

"Isn't it Master Ferdinand who ultimately stabbed the stop!

"Obviously it would be your fault, in this case"

"Ugh..."

Indeed, I was the one who thought it would be good if the sword had intelligence. I have to take responsibility for what I have done.

"Angelica, I'm sorry. I didn't expect this unfortunate evolution to take place... If you don't like your sermon stinking demon sword, I'll take it responsibly."

"No, Master Rosemaine"

Angelica took the Devil's Sword on the platform and gently stroked the part of the Devil's Stone, saying that she was very happy that the Devil's Sword had said "My Lord" to me.

"There is no other sword that remembers in my place and teaches me all sorts of things. I want to take care of this devil's sword."

"Oh, I'll make up for the lack of knowledge in my Lord"

Angelica said happily to the words of the Demon Stone, "I will leave it to you as far as knowledge is concerned". It seems to fit, but I'm anxious and I can't help it.

"... Angelica, are you sure about that? It's so loud, isn't it?

It's like having a clergyman on your side all you have to say. I don't think I'll ever calm down.

The chief cleric lowly shouted "ho ho" at my claim.

... Shit, it looks like I failed.

The chief priest looked down at Angelica, picking my cheek softly.

"If you are good with that demon sword, you may use it as it is. However, it is forbidden for Rosemaine to instill magic thereafter. I don't want you to make any stranger changes."

Everyone, with the exception of the unfortunate Angelica, nodded loudly and agreed to the word of the Chief Cleric.