Ascendance of a Bookworm

Dinner was a huge barbecue with the surrounding residents.

"I hope it fits your mouth."

"I think the type of vegetables is slightly different because of the slightly different climate from Aerenfest. Some are rare, and the ingredients are good and fresh, so just shake the salt and eat it freshly baked and it will taste good enough."

While I am served by Monica, I put into my mouth a vegetable that seems to be called Leszuk. It looks peachy, but the flavor and the way you eat it is zucchini.

I looked around as I moved my mouth. Although seats for nobility are provided, they are otherwise sitting freely on the round-tails that are cut and knocked down beside them, or on larger stones, so I don't know what everyone else is doing.

... Ah.

I could see the grey clerics, who ate by their identities and were often divided equally by everyone, consolidating themselves with their own plates brought from the temple. He has a troubled face because he can't seem to tell if he can get his hands on it or how much he should eat it even if he eats it.

"Look, eat more and more"

"Ha ha..."

The locals care and speak up, but the meals are equally shared, and they don't seem to know what to do with the clergy they've never taken and eaten themselves.

Monica, call Lutz.

"But Lady Rosemaine's service..."

"I have a lot on my plate right now, so if you hurry up and call me, you'll be fine"

"Yes, sir."

Monica rushed out, forming in front of the iron plate, one after the other going to get Lutz, who was putting meat and vegetables in his mouth. Soon enough, a little disgruntled face Lutz is brought to Monica.

"Dear Rosemaine, I asked for you..."

"Lutz, I'm sorry, but can you teach Gil and the gray clerics how to eat? It's like I don't know what to do because I can't take it from myself and eat it."

"Are you serious!?... Excuse me, I did. I'll do as you say."

I guess Lutz, who has survived a fierce food war among his brothers, doesn't see how he can't get his hands on it even though he has a good meal in front of him. Still, knowing the specificity of the temple, he went to where the grey priests were solidifying, clapping his shoulders as if they were frightened.

"Hey, Gil. Eat fast or you'll lose it."

Rutz said so, taking it from the iron plate on Gill's plate and adding some vegetables and meat.

"This way, you can take it yourself and eat it, so eat it well. That's what Lady Rosemayne said."

Gil looked at his plate, looked at me, looked around even more, and then began to eat. The gray clerics who saw how it went start eating just the same thing they put in Gil's plate.

... Grey clerics, can we live here?

I became asexually worried that I could even do the harvest festival.

At the same time, I realized that Fran, who is serving Dermuel, and Monica, who is serving me, had not eaten a bite. There is no meal for every identity here. Right now, if we don't eat together, we'll both be gone for dinner.

"Fran and Monica are also eating. Unlike the temple, there's no God's grace if you don't eat with everyone, is there?

"But it can't be that the side service doesn't serve"

Geebe Ilkner and his family have no particular service, and they take the plates and have them put in the residents who are baking them in front of the iron plate.

"I'll get it myself..."

"I won't."

Two Fran and Monica cut me with bassari, and I drop my shoulder.

"... Monica, at least tell Hoogo so he can split the meal for two who are serving him"

"But in the meantime, what will Lady Rosemaine do for you?

Asked Monica with a true face, I was stuck in words. Is serving me more important than your own meal? Really? It is the most helpful and cute but troublesome aspect of serving.

"I will tell you, Master Rosemayne."

And when Brigitte, who was beside me, stood up, he took an empty plate, and went toward the iron plate. Talk to the residents you talk to, drink the recommended alcohol, laugh with pleasure, and walk to the iron plate with a light foothold.

And he preached my words to Hugo, who was also throwing them into his mouth, as he joined the men of the inhabitants and baked one meat and vegetables after another in front of the iron plate. Finally, I see you getting a lot of things in your plate.

"Is she really Master Brigitte?"

Fran has a look like he was shocked by the difference between the appearance of an escort knight he sees in the temple, obscured.

"You're in your own family. I think Brigitte looks much nicer than usual with more smiles and stretches. But at Aerenfest, I'm sure they say she's not a nobleman's daughter."

So cut off the words, and I speak to Dermuel, who, like Fran, is solidified with a surprised look.

"What do you think of Brigitte now, Darmuel, who grew up all the time in Aerenfest's aristocratic neighborhood? Again, since you don't seem aristocratic, did you disappoint?

"I'm surprised to see Brigitte for the first time, too, but, well, I think she's cute,"

Scratching his cheeks and slightly shifting his gaze, Dermuel tells him in a small, quick mouth only at the end.

"Really? Then let me tell Brigitte that."

"Please stop!

My generosity was immediately rejected. I don't have a hobby for bullying and enjoying Darmuel, so I'll swallow Darmuel's demands with pleasure.

"Okay. Let me keep it a secret."

"I'm afraid so."

I had no choice but to smile bitterly at Darmuel, who had no sight of my surroundings, as I watched Darmuel stroke down my ho breasts.

... even if I don't say it, I think it comes from the mouth of Niyaniya and her family who seem to enjoy it.

The next day is a stroll in the wild mountains with a vibrant grandfather known among the inhabitants of Ilkner as Grandpa of Things to Know.

I wear material gathering clothes, have a magic knife, and ride the beast in perfect gathering style. Brigitte and Darmuel wear simple armor, but lighter than usual, so that they can walk the mountain.

"It's been a long time, so my heart plays"

Brigitte, who also treats me like a vacationer today, is supposed to act together. It seems that walking in the mountains was something I always did until I entered the dorm as a knight apprentice.

Apparently Benno does the work he has to finish away from. Damien said he would help with that, too.

Other than the two, gray clerics, including Lutz and Gill, have the same collection style with knives on their backs as when they go to the woods.

"Ho ho, do you need a tree as soft as Follin, thin and long as fiber..."

"That's right. Besides, young trees are good, you know?

I was listening to my grandfather as I walked down the mountain path on a solo Lesser Bus. It is Brigitte who leads the way, and Dermuel behind it. There's me and my grandfather, and behind them are Rutz and Gill and the clerics.

"Rinfai or Sissyla...... It will be a demon tree, but I think it would be suitable around nansaves and aphones..."

"There is no mistake in the gaze, Master Rosemaine. Now let's mow nansaves and aphones today"

Grandpa taught me a lot about the trees not in Aerenfest. There are many trees with names I don't know, among which there are four kinds of soft and young trees that seem to be suitable for paper making, they just come up with right away.

Lutz and Gill desperately write down the names of trees, how to identify them, etc., on the bookboard.

"I think we'll come across some more today because nansaves and ayphones are the most common demonic trees of the season. If you know how to hunt, even locals can prune easily."

Brigitte, who walks in the lead around the nose, can eat mushrooms, nuts, and vice versa, poisonous, and tells the clergy about things he can't eat.

My grandfather narrowed his eyes and pointed to a point as he walked harvesting the same edible food as usual.

"Look, lady. Nansave's over there."

There was a shrub walking like it wasn't even about the height of an adult's knee at the tip of his grandfather's finger.

It moves its roots like feet, and then it moves. The movement is slow and fast as I might catch up with it, but in the first place, it's strange that the tree is moving. I think it's an animal, not a plant, if you can move on your own.

"The tree is walking!?

"We're looking for trees to plant seeds. Nansave entangles roots in nutritious large trees and plants seeds inside the trees. And they suck all the nutrients out of their parasites, tear down their dead skins and come out new."

"It's a parasitic tree that withers big trees," Brigitte said, grabbing a mumbling nonsave. Cut off the moving roots with a knife, and throw the pinching roots into the hemp bag.

"Remember to recover the roots when pruning nansaves as they absorb nutrients with this root"

"Yes."

The gray clerics nodded to Brigitte's attention.

"Ma'am, I see a dead and fallen tree over there. There must be a lot of nonsavers around here too. Can I ask you a favor?

"Sit down and rest. I'll prune it."

Brigitte grinned with pleasure and ran out holding the knife.

"I'll do it too!

"Dear Rosemaine!?

"With that speed, I'm sure I can prune it. Go. It's a battle to see who can mow the most."

As I was motivated, Lutz and Gill also ran out with knives. I run on a Lesser Bus.

"Discover!"

In the first place, moving shrubs stand out unexpectedly among the trees. And I went down from the horseman, and called Nansave, "Go!" and grabbed it up.

Brigitte had it with one hand, but I cannot hold it with one. Plus, there's a trick to how to hold it, because the roots burst, so I couldn't hold it all the time.

"Aww!

I couldn't even take the knife, and I got rid of the nansaves. Darmuel grabbed the nansaves I had dropped.

"That's the nonsave I found!

Darmuel sighed haha as I gazed in the mood of being plundered of her prey.

"... I have it, Master Rosemayne, so cut off your legs"

"I'll take care of it"

Cut off the nonsaving roots and bag the roots you are trying to do as you pour magic into the magic knife.

"Yay! You mowed it for me, too, Darmuel!

"We're there, too, so let's go. Oh, please travel by horseback."

"Yes!"

When I mowed three nansaves while working with Darmuel like that, I heard a strange song.

Not that it's a beautiful singing voice of Seylan that puzzles sailors, but a really hot soulful... rocky song, or a scream with verses. Is someone practicing songs here?

"... what is it?

"Come on, stop approaching places you don't know, first of all, I think you should ask that grandfather"

But the singing is getting louder step by step. I'm very concerned. I can't help but want to check. I could tell by the louder the singing, but not one. There are multiple voices.

"Darmuel, why don't you just go check it out?

"It's so suspicious, absolutely not"

Darmuel scorned me, and I had no choice but to return to my grandfather. At Grandpa's feet there are ten nansaves pruned by Brigitte into a small mountain.

"It's a demon tree called Aphone," he told Brigitte, who was drinking water from a water bottle with kupipipipipipipipi, when he told her a story about hearing a song in the mountains.

"It's just so loud, there's no great harm."

If it's just one bottle, it's singing relatively quietly, but when Avon grows more than one within the reach of singing, he's getting louder and louder to compete for voice volume. I don't know why.

"If you heard more than one singing, you should mow it. Because it's really loud."

Waiting for the other clerics to assemble to teach me how to prune, I could hear the singing so far.

"This looks loud, ma'am"

"Sounds like you should mow it early. Let's go."

Everyone turns to the singer. I am only one man on the beast to travel. Still, unlike before, I'm happy to be able to act with everyone instead of being left behind. My Lesser is really amazing.

I began to hear wasabi and leaf rubbing from among the trees along with loud singing. The wind hasn't blown so much. When I was getting to the volume I wanted to hold my ear if I wasn't driving, I reached the audio source.

"... Wow, Norinoli"

The sound of leaf rubbing was not wind. He was singing while Avon moved the branches like headbanging. Touching and moving, he stares at the trees singing pompous.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa... Awwwwwww!

"Uh-huh!

I accidentally blocked my ears at too much volume. The gray clerics also hurriedly blocked their ears in sight.

I thought it was a wooden hole. It sounds amazing. Though I thought it was a song because it's rhythmic, it just sounds like it has a verse on it somehow, and I don't have any particular lyrics.

At the next moment, another aphone reacts to it and moves with a touch.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

"Hin!

There seems to be more than one aphone living relatively close together, and as I claim from here and there, "Whoa, whoa, whoa, hey!" I could hear her singing.

This is pretty annoying. Noise can be polluting. I think it's an absolute mistake that Avon is a harmless demon tree.

"Dear Rosemaine, will this be a paper ingredient?

Softly approaching Brigitte's question, I looked up at Avon, bigger than Brigitte, and shook his head.

"I think the bigger ones have grown to such an extent that they can't be paper ingredients. The smaller ones over there are going to be ingredients."

"Now, if you're bigger, aim for the Demon Stone. Darmuel, over there, please. I will prune this one."

"Okay."

The two of them take out the starp all the time and deform it. It turned out to be a Hulbert like an axe, a spear and a spear I had seen during a trombe crusade. Unlike then, though not black, because there is no blessing of the Dark God.

"Lydenshaft, the god of fire, protects his family, Angrief, the god of martial arts, to Brigitte and Darmuel"

The ring glows blue with the wording of my blessing. The light that jumped out of the ring's demon stone poured over their heads.

Dermuel, who grabbed Hulbert all the way back, glanced kickingly at Avon, and Brigitte looked around with amethyst eyes.

"Stand back, priests!

Few can see the scene of a knight's battle. That's partly because the magic shock affects the surroundings. It is honestly dangerous for someone without magic to be at the scene of a knight's battle.

"I will protect you with the shield of the wind. Both of you, don't worry about this one, fight it."

"Please, Master Rosemaine"

Seeing the two of them snort, I immediately told Gil and Lutz to gather around me.

Szczeria, the guardian goddess of the wind, the twelve goddesses of my family who serve my side, who hear my prayers, who give me holy power, who feed me, who keep harmful things away from me, the shield of the wind.

Make a hard noise with Kin, and an amber dome will envelop us.

"What is this!?

"... Is this the shield of Szczeria?

"I've heard it from Fran, but I've never seen it before"

Grandpa has fallen back on things that are incomprehensible to him. Lutz looks up as surprised and Gil is excited to shine his eyes. I was showing several gray clerics trying to help my grandfather up on the edge of my sight while maintaining the shield of the wind.

"Darmuel, it's in the hole where the demon stone speaks out!

Moving ahead was Brigitte, who was used to dealing with Avon. "Yikes!," he shouted high, shaking Hulbert loudly, slamming him to the loudest aphone.

Aphone's sinus blew up with a loud burst sound that caused the magic to explode.

At the same time, shredded tree fragments scatter around the aphone, causing soil smoke to bubble up.

They don't fly in the wind shield, but they all say, "Wow!" "Hih!," he screamed, raising his arms to protect his head and face with his own arms.

Darmuel also puts up a loss to Brigitte and Hulbert, shakes his touches and trunks, and rushes toward Avon, who is still shouting out loud. "Ha!" he slapped Hulbert as he raised his tempered voice.

It would be a magic difference.

There was no explosion like when Brigitte happened, it just deeply damaged the trunk.

"Come on!"

Regrettably staring at the result, Dermuel cuts April twice and three times. The demonic stone that was in the trunk of the tree was exposed for the third time.

When Darmuel regains Hulbert, he pokes that demon stone with the part of the spear and retrieves the demon stone. Avon's loud voice dropped a lot.

"Collecting wood dust takes time today, and we had Dermuel, so we hit the magic quickly, but the big Aphone is usually chopped down with a regular axe, too"

Everyone packs them in their ears and prepares them for loud voices, and they pull over and cut them down.

"The little Aphone is easy to prune for you. Let's go."

Brigitte said so, taking gray clerics, beginning with Lutz and Gill, to collect Avon. After I have lost my hips, I am leaving a message with my sitting grandfather.

"You're not going to be strong at all. There's also a little more magic..."

Pity, Dermuel muttered, looking down at the little demon stone he had recovered from Avon.

As I leaned my neck, I said, "Does Darmuel want to be more aggressive?" Ask.

"Isn't that obvious!

"I just thought Darmuel was suppressing his aggression to keep his magic warm. You didn't mean to go."

I will teach Darmuel, who is frowning.

"Darmuel has the same amount of magic that he uses. Even with more magic, it's natural not to get more aggressive, right?

"... Huh?

Darmuel blinked as they said the unexpected.

Didn't Darmuel realize? I put my hand on my cheek and think a little bit, I put a problem with Dermuel.

"It's a problem. Darmuel has 30 magic powers. Use 5 each to attack, so you can attack 6 times. Recently, his magic has increased to 35, so he has grown to be able to attack seven times, but Dermuel is worried he won't be able to increase his offense. Now, how do we make it more aggressive?

When I heard the problems I had put forth, Darmuel looked at me as if haphazardly. Compare me alternately with the demonic stone of my own hand.

"Isn't Darmuel stained with fighting while suppressing magic? As far as I can tell, even if you're good at using 1-5 separately, you don't seem to know to use 20-30 magic at a time. Now why don't you be aware that you're going to use a lot of magic in a single attack?

There is always one with whom there is much magic when a lower noble and less magical Darmuel fights. The mighty enemy will be defeated by those with a lot of magic, and Darmuel will defeat the trinkets around him, buy time, and assist him. I have a habit of curbing my magic consumption so that I can fight for a little longer.

If you can use great magic consciously, your attack power will increase.

"Thank you for your valuable advice."

Darmuel, who was pitifully lowering his eyebrows, turns into a motivated face and puts the Demon Stone in a leather bag. Looks like we've got a goal. Above all.

"Dear Rosemaine, I got a lot!

Gil came back waving his hands wide. The cages the priests carry are full.

"This is the leaf of Degluva that Master Brigitte taught me. They say keeping this on the water will make it sticky water. It could replace Edil."

Lutz showed me the leaves in the cage. There are many plants not seen in Aerenfest.

"I'm going back to Aerenfest tomorrow, but this is going to make paper tomorrow."

"Yes!"

smiling back at the gills who replied out loud, we descend the mountain.

Led by Brigitte with Grandpa, the grey clerics who help support Grandpa continued, Gil and Lutz, and me and Darmuel to the lord.

"Good luck, Lutz"

With a small voice I speak to Lutz as he rides the beast. Lutz looked at me and clasped his shoulders.

"You're the one. You can only take medication ingredients once a year, right? If you fail, you won't be comforted."

"Ugh, I'll be fine because there's a clergyman next. I'll do my best to report that I picked them all up when I picked them up."

"Me too... when you pick me up, I'll do my best to report a new piece of paper"

That night I behaved Hugo's rice to Geebe Ilkner and his family and decided to go home the next morning.

I, Benno, Fran, Monica, Hugo, and two escort knights will return. Other than that, I would encourage paper making in Irkner.

Many residents gathered to drop me off. I speak to Geebe Ilkner, who kneels before me on behalf of

"Irkner has a variety of timbers not found in Aerenfest. If you can get a new piece of paper with the only material here, it will be a specialty of the land. Thank you for your cooperation."

"Yes, sir."

Looking back at Brigitte standing behind me in the face of a serious escort knight.

"Brigitte, say hello to your family. I'm leaving again for a while. Greetings are important."

"Brother, mother...... Everyone will go."

"Brigitte, be well. Serve Lord Rosemaine well."

Dropped off by everyone kneeling with their hands crossed in front of their chests, I set off the Lesser Bus.