Ascendance of a Bookworm

Summer material collection was also successfully completed and the fever finally dropped.

After breakfast, talking to Fran about today's appointment, he told me that the clergyman and I had been away for a few days together, so the work was piling up.

"Hopefully Kanfel or Fritak will be able to replace the Chief Cleric soon."

Ha, and when I sighed, Darmuel, who was escorting me, lowered his brow and clasped his shoulders as he was in trouble.

"Dear Rosemaine, I thought that was just too high a desire... Ferdinand's replacement is not easy for any other nobleman."

"... right. It would be troubling if I were told to take my place."

Even if I can't replace the Chief Cleric on my own, if I don't manage to train the Temple to go around if I share my work with more than one person, I think I'll leave the Temple more often than ever before than the Chief Cleric has been vulgarized.

Three bells rang, and after practicing Feshpeel, when he went to help the clergyman, the clergyman called me with a very difficult face.

"Rosemaine"

"What is it?

As I tilted my neck, the chief cleric moved his jaw to indicate the sermon room. I don't remember doing anything that would make me angry, but I don't see any emotions other than limp anger from this gaze and silent jaw-moving trick.

I want to apologize unconditionally for "my fault". I'd rather run. I look up at Fran in a stiff motion that sounds giggly and try to get help with my gaze, but he slowly shook his head and refused.

... Somebody help me.

I entered the crying sermon room, gently distracted from my gaze by everyone. Sitting opposite each other in the sermon room, at the same time, the chief clergyman stares at me with his golden eyes, hissing and restlessly correcting his posture.

"I haven't heard, but at the end of the summer, there's going to be a Gilvester sister in Arlensbach. Right?

"... that? Didn't you report it?

"I haven't heard. It's important."

"Sorry"

I communicated to the Chief Cleric what the Lords and their wives had spoken in their adoptive father's office when they returned.

He snored at the Lords' Council for replying from the Temple about the death of the former Temple Chief, and he's coming to Aerenfest for a grave visit, he said.

As I speak, the clergyman, who had a difficult face, becomes even more difficult.

"Wait. Why is she in the Lords' Council?

"Why... are you married to the lord of Arlensbach? Master Florencia is in the Lords' Council from Aerenfest, so naturally, isn't Aerensbach going to have an adopted father's sister?

Leaning his neck without understanding the chief cleric's question, the chief cleric shook his head loosely.

"She was married as the Third Lady. It is strange for the First Lady to accompany the Lords' Conference in attendance. In fact, he shouldn't have been here last year. That's why I was able to lay low any good fortune about the former temple chief that happened in the middle of the Lords' Conference."

Apparently it is decided that only the First Lady will be involved in politics, assisted by a lord. If you are close with the First Lady, even if you may assist the First Lady, the Second Lady or less is basically not involved in politics. It seems to avoid going up the mountain with more bows.

"Ha, really..."

"You have no idea, do you?

"Not at all. Sometimes I know."

I know that my sister, who married me as Third Lady, has been in a position where she has never been able to be involved in the politics of Ahrensbach. I can also see that he was present at this year's Lords' Conference, which brought him up to the First Lady.

"But I don't know how things are going to change just because I figured that out"

"You say you have no idea. The home of the First Lady involved in politics is prone to be influenced by good, bad. In recent years at Aerenfest, another sister of Zilvester was married and the influence of the western flavel turk, which houses the First Lady, Florencia. You know that, don't you?

They were pressing the chalice.

Since they are brother and sister, I hear that our lords and wives are vulnerable to Mr. and Mrs. Lords of Flaberturk.

"But the flavel turk is still better"

Flavelturk is caught up in a coup d 'état and the territory is in a tough state, so he says he has a somewhat superior relationship with this one helping him a little.

"Arlensbach is different. That's a big territory that got on time well with the coup. If it were also the First Lady there, there would be more interference from Ahrensbach from now on. It is not the ratio of flavel turks such as the pressure that cannot be cut off."

That's what the chief clergyman squeals with his eyes looking ahead to the hassle that lies ahead. I've figured out some of the power relationships in the surrounding territories, but I still don't know how Aerenfest itself changes that.

"What the hell is your foster father's sister like? I don't even know your name."

"His name is Georgine. Before Zilvester was born, he was seen as Aerenfest's next lord."

"I know. The letter that the former temple chief kept said something about the area."

"... I didn't hear that."

When I told him, "I thought it was a love sentence, so I wanted to keep it calm," he dropped an extra-large thunder on the clergyman who held down his tingling temples.

If you're in love, you shouldn't hide it.

"If you have a relationship as deep as love, there are many things you need to look into as well. Don't hide yourself from the criminal opponent, you idiot! You want to be an accomplice!?

"I'm sorry!

Tauntingly preached about the danger of being tailored to an accomplice in concealment, I drop my shoulders softly.

"Ha, not at all...... Apparently, Zilvester's maternal grandmother was the daughter of the lord of Arlensbach, and on that edge, Georgine is said to have been dowried.... To be honest, I don't know much more about Georgine either. I was already married when I walked into the castle."

According to the word of my adoptive father, whom I have heard, he seems to steam back the finished story forever and to speak of stinging and disgusting all the time. I know you're the one who sincerely wants to avoid strife between brothers, but I don't know if that's the attitude you have towards everyone, just towards Zilvester, who succeeded to the throne of the lord.

"I've only seen it once. Father's... I should have attended the funeral of my previous lord. But I've never even exchanged greetings, to the extent that I've seen them from afar."

I did not know why, and I blinked several times. He is the wife of a lord of another realm, and the daughter of the deceased is coming. This time, even I, the lord's adopted daughter, was allowed to greet him, so the clergyman, his half-brother, was also allowed to greet him.

"Huh? Why not? As much as I say hello..."

"I was neglected by Zilvester's mother and was in the temple just before my predecessors died, so I was attending a funeral as a temple official. As a relative, I wasn't there. Naturally, I wasn't the kind of person to say hello to. That's all we're talking about."

In pale words, I was not allowed to take a kinship position in a funeral setting, and the figure of a clergyman who sends his father from afar as a temple official comes to mind in his brain, and my hand, which was on his knees, takes the form of a good fist.

"Doesn't that mean, then, that the clergyman... couldn't leave as a relative at his father's funeral"

"Yeah, but?

"Yes, but... it's not!

As I said there was no such thing, I yelled at the clergyman who raised one eyebrow by accident.

"A clergyman with a weak relationship with his family calls him Father, so the previous lord is definitely an important family to the clergyman, isn't he? How can you look so flat when you have the right to cry angrily when you can't even attend that funeral as a family!?

"... even if I have the right to be angry, why are you angry? Doesn't matter to you, does it?

The clergyman holding down his temples mutters "incomprehensible".

"Because, you know, it's so sad, and you miss me.... sooner or later, when I think that I will too, even I have the right to cry angrily..."

Even if I am a family, I will not be called to a family funeral nowadays, naturally, and if I am bad, I will not be informed. I may not even be able to pray for blessings completely outside the mosquito nets.

"Take it easy, Rosemaine.... Please, don't cry now. The outside is not good."

"Is that what you care about right now? External!? Show me some kindness, like comfort me or make me cry until I feel like it!

Gah rose up, and when I demanded kindness, the chief cleric held me up, pulling his hand as he said, "Damn, you're a pain in the ass". Let it sit on your own lap as it is, and hun and snort.

"Is this good?

I have trouble being told with a face I seem so good at. I don't feel comforted at all.

"It's not good. I don't see any shards of kindness at all."

"Looks like I stopped crying, so that's good"

My claims of anger were gently flushed and immediately lowered from my knees.

In the meantime, with the sigh, the force in the body will fall out. I sat back in my long chair again, feeling indescribable weakness.

"The story is too derailed. In the meantime, according to Zilvester's words, she has a rather troublesome personality, so be careful."

"How do I be aware?

"Never being alone, taking sidelines and escorts. Try to be in the temple as much as possible except for the feast you were told to attend. I can't pay any more attention than I don't know who I am."

He doesn't accept stupidity about the family, but he's fine with precautions about aristocracy. I sighed again, looking at the clergyman, who was overprotective but not gentle enough.

... I think I found out how the chief cleric doesn't last long with his lover.

And one day, when summer was coming to an end, Georgine came. Through the front of the temple, the aristocratic gates were wide open and several carriages were seen taking them into the aristocratic district, which showed their arrival.

Later, it appears that Ordonanz flew from the castle to the clergyman and was informed that the Georgine welcoming party would be held. I was summoned by the chief priest, and told to go to the castle, in keeping with the feast of welcome.

"Come on, come on, princess. Which costume should I wear?

Getting to the castle or not or preparing for a welcome feast. Asking with his mouth, Richarda's heart already seems determined, his gaze staring at one costume.

"Didn't Richarda choose me? This is the first welcome feast I have ever received from another realm. I'm not sure, so pick one."

"Yes, I did. I'll take care of it."

The end of summer meant that small items of autumn precious colors were chosen for the precious colors of summer costumes. Hair decorations were not the usual luxury, and the intricately tied hair was coated with a fine embroidered veil.

"Women in Arlensbach are bound to wear vales in official settings. It was Lady Zilvester's aunt, daughter-in-law of Arlensbach, who brought Vale's custom to Aerenfest. In those days, it was fashionable for everyone to imitate and apply a veil."

While Richarda says that in nostalgia, she stabs a pin in her intricately tied hair and stops Vale from falling.

"What is Master Georgine like?

"... he was a hard worker."

I heard Richarda's voice sink a little.

And the welcome feast begins.

Today's dishes are nostalgic hometown dishes and familiar Arlensbach dishes, so they seal the recipes I flushed. It didn't seem like we were very close, so I also feel like my adoptive father is just hiding it.

The costumes of the nobles gathering in the hall were many Arlensbach style, as Richarda said. Most women wear vales, and men try to wrap a thin, large piece of cloth around their bodies, not a cape, from above their shirts and trousers.

After the admission of me and the clan of lords, including the clergyman, Georgine, the protagonist of the day, has entered.

He walks in grandeur with an elegant waist that can be seen as a noble lady at a glance. The colors of hair and eyes visible through the thin vale are similar to those of Zilvester, but they look quite different. She is a beauty with deep carvings and a clear and conspicuous nose.

Me and Vilfleet went all the way in front of Georgine. Since Georgine is the daughter of a previous lord and the First Lady of Arlensbach, greetings will be here.

The two of us greet each other side by side. Wilfried, who had just been greeted so far, said he had had a pretty hard time remembering.

"Allow me to pray for blessings on the glorious good day of the Rydenshaft, God of Fire, on the encounter guided by the Gods"

When Wilfried and his voice greeted him in unison, Georgine hoisted his red lips nicely.

"I forgive you."

When we caged a little magic in the ring and the two of us stood up after the blessing, Georgine caught an eye on Vilfleet. Green eyes slowly rise and fall as you look from top to bottom.

"Well, really, a lot like Zilvester at a young age"

"Do I look like my father?

Georgine laughs and nods at the delightful Vilfleet.

"Yeah, very much. It's very similar."

My skin popped purposefully for some reason, even though he smiled briskly and had a very tender voice. I accidentally rub my wrist gently. Am I the only one who felt strange?

Looking around, the only person who looked bitter was his adoptive father, who looked like Nobu, who rarely put his emotions on the table at all. Everyone else, what a clergyman, looks at Georgine and Wilfried smiling.

"My aunt looks a lot like my aunt and she's so beautiful"

Wilfried keeps smiling and talking innocently about feeling nothing at all, but just for a moment, I felt Georgine's brow move pickly.

"Oh, yeah? Your mother loved you very much, didn't she?

"Yes!"

Shortly afterwards, the adoptive mother, who entered with a smiling smile, comes forward to hide Vilfleet from Georgine.

"May I also greet you, Master Georgine"

That's what I said, my adoptive mother knelt. The adoptive father, who lay slightly down his eyes, also stands next to his adoptive mother, once gazed at Georgine, then kneels slowly.

Under a thin veil, I could see Georgine's lips shaped a very satisfying grin.

When the Lords and his wife ended their greetings, Georgine asked, "Is that the temple chief you wrote to?" and invited me. Dokun and his heart bounce, freaking out, advancing and going.

Yes, it's me.

"Thank you for letting me know."

Georgine, who said that and laughed gently, was very classy and had the beauty to honestly admire that she was a one-ranked woman.

"Zilvester has been an insensitive man for a long time. That kid's gonna have a tough time with his adoptive father, right? I can't believe I can get a naive child into the position of Temple Chief like this. You don't know how hard it is to just stand as a symbol. The Real Trouble"

Is it acceptable because it's a conversation between people within you? My adoptive father is so denigrated with an elegant smile.

There were parts of me that just made me want to snort, but I'd rather follow them for now than have them protect me as an adopted daughter.

"The temple chief's position is certainly difficult, but please think of me and put Lord Ferdinand as your guardian. My adoptive father thinks a lot of things."

"Well! I am truly ashamed to have others take care of my adopted child, even though I have become an adoptive parent. It hasn't changed at all since you were a young child to leave everything to your surroundings without doing anything yourself"

... Sorry, adoptive father. My follow up, was of no use at all.

"Could you have put an excellent guardian on it? Or..."

Without saying whether he was pressed into incompetence, Georgine turns his pity gaze to me.

It seems that in her brain she is supposed to be used as an incompetent guardian, a phrase she was forced to adopt by the abundant magic of her eyes, as a temple chief. Such thoughts could be seen from the sight and from the ends of the words.

"My guardian, Master Ferdinand, is very good, Master Georgine."

"... Ferdinand, that's the name I heard somewhere..."

With that said, Georgine turns his gaze to his adoptive father. I think I heard a voice saying, "Me, I didn't get introduced."

An adoptive father with a face that does not show emotions like Nobu looks back at the clergyman and introduces the clergyman in an indulgent manner.

"Sister, this is Ferdinand. I'm a half-brother. I've been in the castle since my sister was married, so they don't think I know her."

The introduced clergyman advanced in front of Georgine in a very flowing motion. Smile once gazing at each other.

... what is it!?

The chief cleric smiled tremendously. I kneel before Georgine and greet him with a smile as gloomy as I have never seen before.

"Allow me to pray for blessings on the glorious good day of the Rydenshaft, God of Fire, on the encounter guided by the Gods"

"I forgive you."

The risen clergyman had been asked some questions about being my guardian and answered with a glittering smile at it. I don't know what to say, about three times the usual loving laughter looks sweet and refreshing. Honestly, I don't look like the same person as the usual Buddha top surface.

... That's crazy. You have such a good smile, but on the contrary, you look so disgusted.

Upon finishing his greeting with the clan of lords, Georgine began walking in the hall to receive the greetings of the nobles. Because I'm from Aerenfest, I seem to know a lot of people.

"Dear Georgine, I miss you"

"Well, you look fine, above all."

"I plan to hold a tea party during Mr. Georgine's stay. Don't bother."

"Yeah, I'd love to. I'm looking forward to it."

When I wonder if I was surrounded by women, men are also speaking up. He seems nostalgic and familiar to generations older than the thirties.

"Dear Georgine, as beautiful as ever..."

"Oh, you're still a good mouth. Ho ho..."

With a gorgeous grin in the heart of numerous nobles, the socialism that made people laugh and play conversation was just wonderful to make them think they were the wives of the Great Lords.