Ascendance of a Bookworm

It was a few days after I finished discussing it with the Plantan Chamber of Commerce and returned to the castle.

Along the way taking afternoon classes in Brother Wilfried's room, Angelica, called by the escort knight outside the door, walked out of the room once and came right back and told Richarda and Osvalt something.

"Wilfried Boy, Princess Rosemaine. Aub Aerenfest is going to be back. Let's welcome you."

"Is Father and Mother coming back!?

Shortly after I heard Brother Wilfried's bounced voice, I was featured a book of history I was reading to Richarda with a scary grin.

"Your studies are after your welcome. I'm coming, princess."

"Yes."

Me and Brother Wilfried are rushed by Richarda to a room with a transfer line. I asked the knight on watch to open the door and went inside.

As soon as we arrive, the transition team will begin to glow. The next moment I wondered if a complicated magic formation had surfaced, your father, adoptive father and adoptive mother were on the transfer team.

"Welcome back, Father, Mother," said Brother Wilfried.

"I'm back now, Vilfleet, Rosemaine. Did you both do your part properly?

"Of course, Mother. I had a decent magic supply every day. Right, Rosemaine?

"Welcome back, adoptive father, adoptive mother. Brother Wilfried has worked hard to provide the magic he's never used to every day."

"Yes. It's great, both of you. I'm proud to be your mother."

With a nickel and a gentle smile, the adoptive mother walks out. After this, they say it's better to get out of the room where the transfer team was laid early because the civilians are returning sequentially.

I gave the place to Brother Wilfried, who wanted to report various things to his mother, and I approached his father, who was gently turning his shoulders.

"Still don't calm down when you get back to Aerenfest"

"Welcome back, Father"

If you speak to your father, who was acting together as an escort knight for the Lords and their wives, your father looks down on me softly and narrowly, after looking lightly, "You look fine and above all, Rosemaine".

"Does it make any difference?

"Yes."

As I was talking to your father, my adoptive father suddenly poked me in the cheek. Are you exhausted, your complexion isn't very good, your eyes are dead.

"Hey, what is it?

I tilted my neck, but it doesn't change the look on my adoptive father's face. Persistently poked pussy and cheek, I understood the demands.

"Pu, Pu Hi?

"... it's their fault"

"Yes?"

I stopped poking my cheek, but now what the hell am I being asked to do? I have no idea. As he looked up at his adoptive father blinking his eyes, he was lightly bounced off his forehead with his pissy index finger.

"Ouch!"

"I need to talk to you about the temple. When the 5 bells ring, come to the office."

"... ok"

Breaking up with the lord and his wife as they stroked Jinjin and his aching forehead, me and Brother Wilfried went back to the continuation of the class, which lasted until 5 bells rang.

5 bells rang while I was reading the rest of the book.

"Is Rosemaine talking to your father? I have a tea appointment with my mother and siblings."

Brother Wilfried seemed really happy that his parents had been back for a long time, and at the same time as the bell rang, he cleaned up his study tools and rushed out to the room where his sisters in the main building were spending their time in bouncing footsteps.

Since I have an appointment with my adoptive father, I will take a lesser bus to my adoptive father's office in the main building. Few people have looked surprised to see the Lesser Bus these days.

"Aub Aerenfest, Lady Rosemayne is here"

"Let it pass."

When I entered the room, I saw the side servings preparing tea with the clerk who was organizing the documents and other things I had brought home in the office.

When you recommend a seat to me, the adoptive father pays for none other than his father, who is the escort knight.

"Hold off for a while until I call you later. The only thing left here is Calstead."

"Yes, sir."

Civilians who stopped working so the waves would pull, and the side servants who were supporting the tea, left the room.

When everyone is gone and the footsteps are completely inaudible, the adoptive father exhales slowly. At the same time, he completely disappeared from appearing somewhat of a lord-like majesty when there was a civilian, and lay his face down on the table.

"It's Rosemaine's fault."

I guess it just shows up inside me, but I have trouble responding and reacting because it doesn't make sense. I have no idea what's wrong with me.

When I turned my gaze to your father for help, he glanced softly, "It's been a lot of trouble," he said.

"Um, adoptive father. What is the story related to the Temple?

When I asked the question, my adoptive father, with his grudgingly expressive expression, turned only to this side of his face, stared closely with his dark green eyes.

I heard you told your sister that your uncle was dead.

"... I have no idea what you're talking about"

"You say you don't have any idea?

No.

But my adoptive father, who looks down on me, seems to be somewhat certain. I will think of what I can tell from my adoptive father's words.

"Uh, uncle, I know. You're definitely the former temple chief, aren't you? But I don't know my sister. Surely, your adoptive mother's brother, the lord of the west flavel turk, had someone to marry, didn't he? Is that him?

"No. That's my second sister, and this time we're talking about my oldest sister."

Waving patsy, the adoptive father adds an explanation: "On the south side of Aerenfest, on my sister, who married Aerensbach". I don't know.

Is it because my reaction was so dull that my adoptive father began to squirm and slap a ton of tongues on the table with his fingertips in frustration?

"The temple contacted me, my sister said. Don't you remember letting him know your uncle died in the winter?

"If the neighborhood contacted me, I would have informed them that the temple chief had died, so it must be one of a number of inquiries. I can't believe which one is that...... oh, maybe that magic equipment letter!? When I wrote you back, I got a very surprised letter about you flying off birding."

When I recall there was a letter of magic equipment that birded and flew away at the service ceremony, I said, "That's it!" My adoptive father pointed at me viscidly. I finally got to the point, and right after I let my face shine, I drop my shoulder disappointingly.

"... well. You didn't know your sister. My sister was very adored by her uncle, and she's had an interaction ever since she was married. Yet it was terrible not to be informed of his death for nearly a year, and he was scattered during the Lords' Council."

Apparently, my adoptive father is slowly tired because he keeps getting tickled and disgusted by his sister.

And there I was hasty.

"Um, could it be a distant sister the year she was seen as her next lord before her adoptive father was born, is it? By his father, who resented his adoptive father becoming a lord and feared that there would always be a dispute when he was in Aerenfest, he was to be daughter-in-law to another realm, wasn't he?

"... yes, but strangely familiar"

... Wasn't the lord of that letter the secret thinker of the former temple chief? I'm glad I didn't have to tell you.

It seemed to be a niece's letter stating stupidity to her uncle, not a letter of pure love that secretly exchanges thoughts.

"There was a letter from that person in a letter that the former temple chief kept dearly. You've been very close to having an exchange since you were married to someone else."

"My sister looked a lot like my mother, and she was my uncle's favorite."

My sister told me that she had a stingy aversion to hearing from the temple, not from the lord who was inside her, about the death of such a former temple chief. My adoptive father is a lord, and I know there were a lot of circumstances because of the crime involved, but he was inebriated with obituaries. One or two of the dislikes from within that we were close would have to take it spoiled.

"That's why my sister is coming to visit my uncle's grave at the end of the summer. He also wanted to thank his uncle for informing me about his death."

"Okay."

"You have no idea," my adoptive father sighed and shook his head when he thought he was a disciplined man who came all this way to thank me.

"If you know your uncle was caught because of it, it's about that sister. I think you're gonna say something that makes your heart feel bad about Guthag. I intend to remain as silent as possible about the details of my uncle's capture, but my sister still has her own information network in Aerenfest. If you are known, give up and bear with them."

"Ugh!?

"You saved it for a limited time. My sister is persistent. You steam back one thing and you say the same thing over and over again."

He wasn't a disciplined man, he was a resentful and troublesome man.

The moment I found out that such a hassle was coming down on me, I felt the blood draw away.

When my complexion gets worse, on the contrary, my adoptive father looks better as he found a companion he could take with him on the road, with a wicked grin of people.

"Earlensbach, whom my sister married, is a higher realm than Aerenfest. Damaging the mood can be a hassle between territories. Watch your back."

... Ooh, that seems to have caused me some trouble.

When I dropped my shoulder with Gakun and tried to stand up, "If you'll excuse me if I'm done talking to you," my adoptive father waved.

"We're not done talking yet. On the occasion of this year's star knot ritual, I hope to revel Ferdinand. I'd like to hear the views of the temple chief."

"... are you going to crush the temple?

When I gave my frank opinion, your father blew out and your adoptive father held his head.

"It's not. You know that the fact that he was temple chief for a year increased the harvest of direct jurisdiction, right?

"Yes."

"It is of great significance to the people, and to the nobility, to show how the Lord's blood is moving for the territory now that there is not enough magic throughout the territory"

"That's true," I nodded, although it just seems like a good pre-construction word to hear.

"Besides, my mother's been locked up for a year. No one complains about bringing Ferdinand back from the temple anymore. Once they have been vulgarized, I intend to put them in the position of chief clergyman as lord's orders and send them to the temple."

It's perfect as pre-construction, and it's hard to complain if you'll put me back as chief cleric. But I look lightly at my adoptive father, who tells me to vulgarize the chief priest in the face of the lord.

"That's not because you want to use Master Ferdinand in your castle, is it? Now it's very difficult to get a clergyman. Because we haven't grown backwards yet."

Even if the Lord's Mother was captured, I had never heard of the idea of reversing the Cleric Chief before. It seems to me that the chief clergyman hastily tried to make me vulgarize him because of the work of the temple and he stopped showing his face to the castle.

When he evilly pushed the clergyman to just do his job in the castle, the adoptive father was stuck in words for a moment.

"... there are certainly a few adults who can move as a clan of lords, so there are certainly reasons why they want to fill that hole"

"adoptive father"

"But more than that, I don't want to keep Ferdinand like this."

My adoptive father, who laid down his eyes, said, "Do you know why Ferdinand is in the temple?," he asked small.

From the chief clergyman, from the mother, from the father, from the former temple chief, there is information that came in fine in each one of the talks. But there was no one to tell me the details.

"Connecting all kinds of information, it looks like he went into the temple to escape the harassment of his adoptive father's mother, but I don't know the details"

"I'm pretty sure."

When my adoptive father nodded with a bitter face, your father supplemented me.

"She has long been a tough man for Ferdinand, but a little before the death of her predecessor lord, her malice came to such an extent that Ferdinand felt his life was in danger. Ferdinand wanted his predecessors dead, and after he died, he was after the Lord's throne."

Paranoia will be enough.

I don't think the clergyman, who has lived a drugged life from an early age, who kept telling me, "Assist the lord" and "It's not necessary to be helpful," and show me where I'm weak, wants such a troublesome position.

"Ferdinand cannot be a lord because he is the son of a concubine and not the child of a righteous wife. As much as I should know with my mother, persecution gets worse and worse. My father died, and my mother wouldn't change if I became a lord. I told Ferdinand to go into the temple and escape."

He just took over the lord's position and wanted to prevent disturbances from happening while his surroundings were restless.

Although the adoptive father thought that if he became lord and the situation settled, his mother's suspicions would also settle, the adoptive mother said she vehemently opposed the adoptive father's attempt to return the clergyman to the castle.

"I really didn't intend to keep Ferdinand in the temple this long"

"... I understand your adoptive father's regrets. But now Master Ferdinand is living and backward education in the temple, and he has taken fewer medications. I hope it doesn't change the environment too much, because it's improving given the health aspects."

Because it was vulgar, if it became used in the castle, it would become Ami the original tree.

Your father leaked a cookie laugh when I reluctantly resented the chief priest.

"I don't know who the guardian is."

"Sure. Rosemayne seems to be Ferdinand's guardian."

My adoptive father also looks at me by the way, holding his mouth down and laughing.

"Rosemayne, even as his guardian in the temple, Ferdinand is better off on the streets in aristocratic society if he was vulgar. Besides, if Ferdinand takes up the priesthood duties as the lord's half-brother, he will be assigned a dedicated escort knight or clerk just like that one. Wouldn't the work of the temple be somewhat easier too?

Speaking of the clergyman's exclusivity, it would be about Brother Eckhardt and Justkus. Unlike me, the Chief Cleric entered the temple himself, so I have heard that no dedicated escort knight can be followed.

"Okay. Let's talk about vulgarity, but please give priority to Ferdinand's will."

"... ah"

Finish the conversation and I will leave.

With the return of the Lords and their wives and those accompanying them after the Lords' Meeting, the Civilians seemed busy moving around and the castle was vibrant.

If the lord and his wife return, I will be at your service. The role of magic supply is over, so we will return to the Temple. As soon as we get back, there will be a spring mitzvah and a summer baptism.

The next day, when I returned to the temple, I met with the Chief Cleric. Of course, I'll go into the clergyman's den and talk to you so you don't confuse the other clerics.

Is there a lot of room for the chief cleric, there was a bottle on the large desk in the stash room with an unusual shade of liquid, there was scattered running writing summarizing the research results, and the hobby magic equipment research seemed to be progressing.

As usual, I sit in the bench avoiding the paperwork, and the chief cleric sits out the chair. Once we glanced at each other, the Chief Cleric had urged us.

"What's the story from the lord?

"He wants the Chief Cleric to be vulgar."

Speaking in anticipation of my conversation with the Lord, the Chief Cleric said, "Were you still sick? It's a pain in the ass," he sighed.

"As my adoptive father said, I think there are many advantages"

"There are some drawbacks that Zilvester didn't dare say."

Laughing sarcastically, the chief cleric frowns a little and slaps a ton of temples.

If we were to be able to return to the position of nobility, it would be a normal reaction to get out of the temple with great joy, but the chief cleric said it was "a pain in the ass". Feeling less aggressive in how the chief clergyman looked, I grabbed my fist.

"... what will you do? If you don't like to be vulgar, I will advise my adoptive father."

"No, you don't have to. If your position as chief cleric remains unchanged and you gain certainty, there will be no harm in it for you, and it is better to stop disputing the Lord's decision. Besides, as Zilvester said, it might be better to have more hands and feet to use. … Eckhardt and Justkus are exposed to boring malice because of what is on me."

I can't stop my eyebrows from leaning on words that can be said pale. And I will draw my lips again, and behold the chief priest.

It's all someone else's circumstance that comes up in the word of the Chief Cleric. My losses and the position of Brother Eckhardt do not matter at this time. I'm asking if the chief priest wants to revenge.

"I'm asking what the clergyman himself thinks, not the peripheral damage?

In my words the chief cleric looked lightly, as he had been plunged into the void. After a few blinks, shake your head gently.

"Whether it's vulgar or not, Mai, it's no different to being driven out to the castle anyway, right? Then you should choose the one with the most advantages"

As far as I'm concerned, I want an opinion that I "want to," not "should," but I don't see any more words coming back from the Chief Cleric. If it is the opinion of the Chief Cleric that "choose the one with the most advantages," let's respect that.

"Okay. If it's vulgar, he wants to announce it when the nobles are gathered in a star knot ritual. I asked him to go into the temple as chief priest by order of the lord, and then officially become my guardian."

The clergyman, who had heard Hmm, looked at me with the word guardian, raised his eyebrows gently, and raised the edge of his lips sarcastically.

"... your guardian. The vulgarity may have quickened."

"What do you mean? Are you saying that my position as guardian is so faulty that it blows away all the advantages offered by my adoptive father?

Hmm, and when I glanced, the chief cleric narrowed his golden eyes to amuse him and laughed with his hun and nose.

"That's what I mean. Don't you bring in one unexpected hassle after another? [M] Gilvester's aide and your guardian, either easy or difficult."

Regrettably, there is not a single deniable element.

Nevertheless, was I, for the chief cleric, the same level of trouble as my adoptive father? I've never known it before.... I'm a little shocked that you're on the same level as someone who suddenly pokes people's cheeks and makes them say "pussy".