Ascendance of a Bookworm

I placed an order with Zach and Johann that they also wanted to attach a hand pump to Hasse's well. Johann had dropped his shoulder saying "the pump in our workshop was far away again," but all he had to do was grow up an artisan who could make parts quickly.

According to the president of the Blacksmith Association, the fact that I raise freshly grown young men named Johann and Zach means that the young men are working hard to develop their skills.

Finally, because of Zach slipping his mouth all the time, it seems that there are also stories out there among blacksmiths about me trying to give Zach and Johan a workshop, saying that I want my workshop and that those confident in my arms are shredding their sneezes.

"Any craftsman with Johan-like precise, fine techniques or Zach-like imagination would welcome me. Please, introduce me."

Yes, I asked the chairman, so in time there may be more and more metalworking Gutenbergs. Looking forward to it.

Two people who teach the Richters the noble ways, the rhetoric, and then four people who move to the small temple of Hasse to live. For the harvest festival I shall make a selection of gray clerics.

Having said that, I do not know the character or work of all those who are in the orphanage, so I throw them round to someone who knows them well. It is a fritz that manages Burma and the workshop that manages the orphanage.

"Monica, touch me first. After lunch, we'll go to the workshop and the orphanage."

"Yes, sir."

When Monica, glad to see Vilma, dropped out in lighter footsteps than usual, I turned my gaze to Brigitte. This could be a good opportunity.

"Hey, Brigitte. I'm headed to the workshop and orphanage this afternoon, but would you mind accompanying me?

"... Dear Rosemaine?

Until now, only Darmuel had been escorted to the workshop so as not to give information because of the commercial damage account and the fence of nobility (smudges) involved. For this reason, Brigitte, who had always left a message when heading to the workshop, tilted his neck inexplicably.

"You built a workshop in Ilkner, too, right? Then you don't have to hide it, and I think Brigitte, Geebe Ilkner's sister, should take a look at it."

If Irkner is going to build a paper mill and incorporate the printing industry in the future, he doesn't even have to hide it from Brigitte.

In my words Brigitte knelt, having rounded his eyes, gladly breaking his face.

"I'm sorry to bother you, Master Rosemaine. Let us not accompany you."

After lunch I accompanied Brigitte to the workshop for the first time. The aristocracy hates going to the basement, but from what I've seen of life in Ilkner, there will be no disgust in Brigitte.

"I've been waiting for you"

As we entered the workshop, everyone knelt down and waited on the spot. Fritz, my side-service, greets me on my behalf. In a greeting addressed to the nobility, I nod at it.

"Fritz, let everyone continue their work. We're going to have Brigitte look at what it does. Gil and Lutz are going to Ilkner right now, right? Brigitte is your daughter."

"Yes, I did. Everybody, keep working."

Everyone started moving in unison to Fritz's words. There are people who wear paper, and there are people who are running the printing press. Don! Bang! and between the compression plates of the printing press making loud noises, the sound of chatter and metal typography sounds comfortably on my ears.

"Fritz, I need a favor from you two, Vilma and Fritz, so I'd like you to come with me to the orphanage if you have a job separation..."

"Lady Rosemaine is here, which means we've already divided it up. When Master Brigitte finishes his tour, head to the orphanage."

Fritz said with her eyes gently narrowed. That's right, my side service is excellent. Fritz asked the young orphan in the workshop to get ahead of him to Burma and began giving instructions to several gray clerics.

"Brigitte, I'm making paper here. That's printing. Sooner or later, I hope you can print it in Irkner."

In response to my explanation, I waved the girder and looked at Brigitte with interest at how she was making paper.

Looking around the workshop for a little while, I am to exit immediately so as not to interfere with the work.

"Time to come to the orphanage, Fritz"

And when I spoke, everyone stopped his hand of work once, and knelt down to see him off. I look around in the workshop, and I speak.

"I'm glad to see how everyone works. Please keep encouraging me."

Then take Fritz from the basement of the women's building to the orphanage.

We must have been aware that the child we had touched was passing through. The witch apprentices, who were making soup on the basement of the women's building, did not look so surprised and knelt over the edge so that we would not be disturbed in passing.

"Your work allows everyone in the orphanage to eat warm soup. It will be hard to cook a large meal, but good luck."

That's what I say, and I just pass by. It's tough when you're cursory and the soup burns.

Going up to the ground floor where the dining room was located, Vilma knelt down and waited.

I sit in the dining room chair, looking up at Vilma and Fritz.

"I'd like you two, familiar with the orphanage and the workshop, to select your personnel."

"Is it a selection?

I nodded slowly once to the two leaning my neck.

"Yep. Two gray clerics to make their way to Hasse's Winter Hall. And choose four people who are going to travel to the small temple of Hasse. Those who send to the Winter Hall will be taught by the mayors how to write letters and the rhetoric of nobility in paperwork. If possible, choose two people who have side experience, are good at teaching people, and are close enough to work together."

During the winter, you will be thrown into strange places, stranger common sense. Even though it's tough, sending two people who don't fit sleigh would be even tougher.

"Those who travel to the small temple are asked to have two men and two women each. This one may contain an apprenticeship. It would be helpful if you chose someone who seemed to do well with Nola and the others who were here last year."

"Yes, sir."

Thus I return to my chamber, having finished my business. I spoke to Brigitte as she drank the tea Nicola had put me in.

"What did you think of the tour of the workshop?

"I didn't think paper would be made like that. I was very surprised."

"... Did you think of anything else? How did you feel when you saw the gray cleric working in the workshop?

In my words Brigitte tries to narrow his eyes a little, and thinks.

"I thought you worked very well"

"Right, everyone in the workshop works very well. But that's not all I wanted Brigitte to see."

I turned to Brigitte, tightening my expression.

"You already know that at the Harvest Festival I have decided to head to Ilkner to collect the Plantan Chamber of Commerce, right? At that time, it was decided to accompany the Chief Cleric as well. He's my guardian, so he wants to see the workshop he built on noble land for the first time and its achievements."

"That would be a great honor."

Brigitte smiles at Nicole. I, the adoptive daughter of the lord, was to be the back shield and the paper industry preceded the other nobles. That's where Ferdinand, the lord's half-brother, comes to inspect. If you think from an aristocratic perspective, it would be an honor.

"So also tell Geebe Ilkner that the clergyman will visit and educate the inhabitants as soon as possible"

"… educate the people, are you?

As Brigitte was told unexpected things, she leaned her neck.

"That's right. Brigitte, the Irkner people are very close to the Lords, aren't they? I like a soothing Ilkner, but perhaps not the Chief Cleric."

"Ilkner is truly a rural land, not visited by other nobles. You may feel a little familiar, but without malice..."

"It doesn't matter if it's malicious or not, does it? Because the lack of courtesy towards the nobility is the reason for destroying one town.... That's what I learned about Hasse, isn't it?

Brigitte, who has seen what happened in Hasse as my escort knight, blued in an instant.

It's hard to see places near aristocratic neighborhoods and frequented by aristocrats, maybe I was looking at them with as much feeling, but if aristocrats start visiting, so is Ilkner. I didn't know. I can't do it.

"Until now nobility will not visit, so I guess that was a good idea, but not from now on. Irkner started the paper industry ahead of others, so interested aristocrats will begin to visit the inspection to see how they operate the workshop and how profitable it is. What happens if, at that time, civilians come too close or behave impolitely?

"How can I educate everyone like that..."

It's hard to change attitude all of a sudden. It would also be difficult to teach many inhabitants by the harvest festival. But if we're going to protect the people, we have to do it.

"Irkner craved a back shield and started the paper industry. I can't go back. If we want to protect the inhabitants, we have to educate the inhabitants not to do anything to buy the wrath of the nobles. And that leads to protecting the people."

I gently took Brigitte's hand, which stood with his bloody face.

"Everyone in my workshop would have known how to thank the nobles, wouldn't they? Tell Geebe Ilkner what happened in Hasse, beg the gray cleric in Ilkner to teach, and at least ask him to educate only those who work in summer halls and those who come close"

I don't like the same thing happening to Hasse in Irkner, and when I whined, Brigitte nodded with a crying face as well.

"Dear Rosemaine, thank you for your valuable advice. I'll talk to my brother tonight."

Brigitte during the escort begins to lurk seriousness in his serious face, the selection in the orphanage is over, various preparations are asked of the Plantan Chamber of Commerce, several discussions about the harvest festival and the collection of Rüell's fruit are held, and the days pass at an alarming rate.

A report came in from Fritz that the harvest festival was approaching and the selected gray clerics were preparing to travel.

I asked him to tell me that I would encourage the priests who were to travel to Hasse, and the next afternoon I would go to the orphanage. Fran and Thurm with a large crate, then Monica with a crate that's not that big is with them.

The dining room at the orphanage was full of grey clerics who were to be moved to Hasse. Vilma introduces us to each and finishes her greeting.

First, I spoke to two priests and two witch apprentices travelling to the small temple of Hasse.

"Ingo contacted me that there was also a printing press in the small temple of Hasse. There are too few people in Hasse alone right now, and you won't know how to print them yet. I look forward to your work."

"Yes."

Increased personnel for printing. I want you to do your best.

I will let Fran open the crate, and distribute the contents to each and every one of them. Same as last time.

"This is a gift from me to you who will work hard in Hasse. You know how to use the calligraphy board because my side service uses it, don't you? Be careful not to forget your names, as they are not everyone's."

"I'm afraid so."

A cleric who was given a bookboard delighted to narrow her eyes, and a witch apprentice breaks her face.

When I saw it, and once I nodded, I turned to the two priests heading to the Winter Hall in Hasse.

"Ahim, Egon and you will also receive this bookboard. It will be the hardest for you to spend time in another world, not in a temple, but I believe you two will do it."

"Dear Rosemaine..."

"There are two jobs for the two of us. First, let the mayors know what's going on here."

That is what I said, indicating the crate that Zahm had carried. Inside it's packed with wood tags that say what you want me to teach you in Hasse. The wooden plaque says a lot of words that nobles would know and deserve to write letters and often use.

By the way, this is an important thing Fran prepared for me, who was a civilian, and I want to put it out as a correctional book if I can lower the price to the point where I can buy a book from a civilian.

"I believe nothing happens in the Winter Hall, but gray clerics are orphans, so they may be scorned or belittled. If you feel impatient, evacuate immediately to the small temple of Hasse. I will tell that to Hasse, too."

And open the lid on the other crate that Monica brought. It contains such entertainment items as cards, cartas, and picture books.

"The winter hall will be less entertaining, and if you read it to the kids or teach the adults to play cards, you'll have good interaction, right? … However, the book can be expensive, so be sure to just read it for you. I can't pay Hasse for anything."

"Yes, sir."

Careful handling of things is thorough in the orphanage, so it will be damaged quickly in Hasse, although it will not be damaged at all yet. This book is so expensive that even the nobles hesitate to buy it. I have trouble being treated appropriately.

Carta and cards made of plates won't break so easily, but the book will break quickly. If you are treated crudely, you will be angrier than the disrespect of the previous mayor. Definitely.

Then I turned to Monica and asked her to give me a note and ink that she had spelled by binding the paper of her failures out of the box. Hand Ahim and Egon a booklet and ink bound with bright white paper.

"It's your second job. Listen to Hasse."

"Is that a story?

"Yep. Nobles have knight stories, and just as temples have God's stories, civilians should have stories that only civilians know. You may have heard some of the sleep stories and travelers told in the countryside. Sooner or later, it will be the subject of my book, so please, listen and write it down. Either that or this is the more important job."

A true purpose that has not been communicated to the Richts, who worship me as the Virgin and praise me as merciful, nor to the Chief Cleric. It is a collection of stories that are passed on among the civilian population. The name is also Project Grimm. Collect stories from all over the world that exist as oral tracts.

First, the gray clerics are dispatched to winter halls everywhere in the name of teaching Hasse the rhetoric to nobility, if there is any fruit.

Next, the story of the land ruled by the nobility will be collected in the course of the expansion of the printing workshop. If you decide how much for one story, someone who works in the workshop will do a story collection. Ultimately, I also want to collect stories about territories other than Aerenfest.

Ambition is great, endless,.

... I hope it works. Plan Grimm. Ugh.

Finally, I hope that we can also improve the literacy rate for the civilian population. It's just the neck that the book isn't the kind of thing you can still buy with civilian money.

Knowing I enjoy reading but I don't have a book, for God's sake, there must be people out there who freak out like me. It would be pathetic if that happened. I sincerely hope that we can reduce the price until we can have a winter library soon enough.

In doing so, the day came for the Plantan Chamber of Commerce carriage to head to Hasse ahead of the harvest festival.

A person traveling to the small temple is loading household goods into the carriage, and the orphanage person is helping with it. Those who go to the Winter Hall will ride with me into the Hasse harvest festival, so it is another act.

"The same number of people ride when they come back. But be only aware of that, because he is an orphan of Hasse and a toddler before baptism"

"Yes, I did. … Oh, it looks like the soldiers have arrived"

The soldiers arrived to pick up the carriage of the Plantan Chamber of Commerce as they packed their bags and the grey clerics boarded and prepared their carriages. It's Dad who's leading the way.

When I smile at the cheerful appearance that I have not seen in a long time, my father, with whom I have met, narrows his eyes and laughs ni, kneeling before me.

"You've come a lot, Gunter. I'll take care of you again this time."

"If the temple chief summons you, I'll be right back."

Other soldiers continued well into the words of a well-groomed father.

"I'll make it faster than the sergeant... I'll fly"

"I'm coming too. Call me."

"You guys, shut up. That's rude."

I laugh small when I see my father shut him up at a glance.

"You have reliable people with you this time. Thanks to you, we can safely send out the Grey Clerics."

"I'll take care of it. We look forward to seeing you later at the small temple in Hasse."

Exchange only a temporary conversation, and I will send the carriage to Hasse.

When I send out the Plantan Chamber of Commerce, I have to be ready for my departure next. Take some books to the Harvest Festival this year. Without a breath, I can't stand that festive enthusiasm going on for a long time.

"Thank you again this year, Princess"

"Yustokus, it's nice to meet you"

The taxpayer is Justkus, and the escort knight is Brother Eckhardt and Brigitte. At the direction of the Chief Cleric, Brother Eckhardt and Darmuel were replaced. Because in Darmuel and Brigitte, the runoff of Justkus cannot be stopped.

"Eckhardt, I asked for everyone. Meet me at Dolvan."

"Ha!"

Brother Eckhardt, who listened to the Chief Cleric and replied clearly, now turns his gaze to Darmuel.

"... I will entrust Master Ferdinand's escort to Darmuel and Dolvan"

"Yes, sir."

After hearing the long precautions of the clergyman, I boarded the Lesser Bus, which was already ready.

Besides Ahim and Egon, who stay in the Winter Hall, the Lesser Bus is ridden by Fran, Monica, Nicola, Rosina and Hugo.

Ella is leaving a message this time. We decided to take Hugo, who is physically fit for a long journey. Ella is supposed to cook meals for side servants and orphanages leaving voicemails at the temple.

In my side of the service, the Fritz of Workshop Management and the Zahm, who has been entrusted with overall temple management by the Clerical Chief, are the voicemailers. Which would be harder, accompanied by an answering machine?

"Okay, Chief Cleric. I'm going. Meet me at Dolvan."

"Don't make a problem out of it."

"I know, sir"

I really wish I knew, but I turned away from the clergyman holding the temple, and I grabbed the handles of the Lesser Bus.

Inject magic, step on the accelerator, and rush out into the sky.

It was the beginning of a long journey called the Harvest Festival.