Ascendance of a Bookworm

In the morning when my dreams were too happy and I felt so lonely after waking up, I was leaning my neck in front of a carriage lined up with many. I don't know which carriage the Temple side was renting in order to get the Plantan Chamber of Commerce to carry my luggage to Hasse.

"Benno, which carriage is my carriage?

"Here will be the carriage you borrowed from the Temple, Master Rosemaine"

After breakfast, he put his side service, exclusivity and luggage besides Fran on the carriage and sent them off to the Winter Hall in Hasse. Just like last year, we're supposed to join Brother Eckhardt and the carriages of Justkus' sidekicks on their way to the next winter hall.

Then he puts the young orphans travelling from Hasse to the Temple orphanage in the Plantan Chamber of Commerce carriage, giving care to the soldiers of the escort and sending them out. My contact with my father for just a moment is over.

Then, leaving it to Hasse's apprentices and witches to purify the Little Temple, Fran and the adult clerics of the Little Temple will be loaded with cleaning tools, toilets (perhaps) and soap and other household items that must be delivered to the Winter Hall, and will be taken on a wreather bus with them and set off to the Winter Hall.

"Ahim, Egon. Is this gonna be okay?

"I'm afraid, Master Rosemaine"

"Before it snows, it is possible to pick it up at the small temple, so if you need anything else, make sure you have it ready early"

When I gave them the household goods, they nodded loudly and were happy, "This will make the cleansing progress". I hear you two are going to be putting out some essence in cleaning your own room. You should clean it until you feel better. Hopefully, the people in Hasse who saw it will also be a little concerned with cleaning.

"Richt, as we were talking about yesterday, this is the food for both of us. Please manage it as part of your winter support"

"Yes, sir."

For the winter tribute of Ahim and Egon, I left a portion of the donation with Richt. And tell the gray clerics the rest and have them load up on the Lesser Bus. Use it to support the winter temple.

"Well, I'm going back to the temple first."

Speaking to Brother Eckhardt, who was monitoring his work with Justkus, who was transferring his share of taxes to the castle, I carried my luggage to the small temple of Hasse.

... I worked hard in the morning.

Basically I just moved the Lesser Bus, but I'm tired already. In the private chamber of the small temple, I take a short break with Brigitte, the knight of the escort, sipping the tea which I have received in Fran.

"I was a little worried about Hasse's winter support, but the Nolas seem to know the procedure, and the orphanages seem to be getting somewhat used to it because it will be their third winter support. We're progressing without delay."

I nodded lightly at the report from Fran.

Now the priests of Hasse are busily moving around to bring their winter food donations into the pantry and prepare them under processing. When I leave the room, they will not be able to move as they wish, so it is best to pull in quietly.

"Hey, Fran. Brother Eckhardt, may I read the book until your arrival?

"... I am so sorry. The book for Rosemaine's leisure time is packed, and she's gone with the carriage."

"That's it!

It is outrageous that the knight's story, which was meant to be used for a copy of the book that was in the library of the castle or for the next one, was leaving first.

I can't have a book for quite a shrewd leisure time crushing all the time during the ritual, Fran said with an extremely serious face, giving me a handheld Bible picture book.

"All I have at hand is a picture book to read into the fold of the ritual, but if you'd like to see it here"

"Thank you, Fran"

I turn parallies and picture books and follow the letters with my eyes. That alone makes me feel very at ease. Whether you can breathe easily or realise you're alive, you really think reading is a must in life.

Brother Eckhardt and Justkus arrived as I had a happy and hospitable moment.

"What the hell did the princess want to make this book for?

Justkus inquired as he peered into my Bible picture book. I know the words, but I don't know what they mean.

"I make books because I read them. There's no other reason, though?

"No, it wasn't, and why, was it a biblical picture book?

Not only the Reino era story, but also the civilian mother's bedtime story, because the story I know didn't fit into the common sense of the buying class, I can't say.

"I guess it's because I never read a book other than the Bible at the time. So when you read a new book, you feel like you can make a new picture book. If I were a gift of a book, I'd take it with great joy."

If the son of Richarda, then Justkus is a senior aristocrat. If you like yustokus for gathering information, you're going to have a lot of interesting books.

And when I looked up with anticipation, Justkus frowned, and shook his head.

"Princess, such things must never be spoken out in public. I call for an ambitious nobleman."

... If I can get the book, I'd be happy to take it as a bribe, but I guess I'll be outraged by the clergyman later.

I sighed lightly when I could easily think of myself as Harrison right after I jumped on the book.

After the lunch that Hugo's baked bread and the witches made for us, we set off on horseback to the next winter village. This is the beginning of an exhausting harvest festival journey through an avid festival day in and day out.

The journey continues from that winter hall over there to this winter hall. The people of the direct jurisdiction, who, unlike Hasse, were abundant in the effects of the blessing, were astonishingly enthusiastic to welcome them and were asked to do so the following spring.

I reply with an affectionate laugh, "I think I will come while I am the temple chief," and do the itinerary.

When he was exposed to the festival's heat and fell ill, he took medication to rest, and when he recovered, he was caught in the festival's heat and excitement and fell ill.

In the end, it was the day before the night of Szczeria that we reached the winter hall of Dorvan, the meeting place. You could say it was critical because it should have been a trip that made room for you considering your physical condition.

Brother Eckhardt exchanged with the clergyman in advance and replied that the clergyman had already arrived in Dolvan and that the harvest festival was over. He said there was no festive enthusiasm anymore, and there was a serene routine going on.

"You were late, Rosemaine. I didn't think you'd make it to Szczelia night."

"I apologize for your concern, Chief Cleric. And then, thank you. I know. It was helpful that the harvest festival was over, really."

I was afraid that we would really be able to reach Dorvan by the night of Szczeria, and this is the same here. It was good to arrive safely, and as I exhaled in relief, the chief priest frowned and peered into my face, touching my peppers and forehead and neck muscles.

"Cold!

"Because of your rising body temperature. You have a fast pulse.... Fran, do you have enough medicine?

"I spent about half of my prep before I left,"

In reply to Unprecipitated Fran. The Chief Cleric turns his gaze all the way to the crate in the room.

"There's a spare over there. Add it up."

"I'm afraid, Chief Cleric."

"Rosemaine, take your pills and go to sleep today. We'll be collecting tomorrow."

I am ordered to leave by the chief clergyman, and enter the room which was so prepared. Monica and Nicola let me get dressed, take the medicine Fran handed me, and I just went to bed. Even though your father comes all the way from Aerenfest to collect material for me, I can't be ill and see you next year.

... I also promised Lutz that I would definitely pick it.

On a refreshing and awakening morning, the escort knight was returning from Brother Eckhardt to Darmuel.

Darmuel, whom I hadn't seen in a long time, seemed somewhat sloppy and relieved that the Lord had returned to me. Perhaps the Chief Cleric has given you a challenge? And, laughing small at the unsolicited imagination, I finish my breakfast.

"Rosemaine, you're supposed to get some sleep in the evening, so you'd better use your head in the morning. Come to my room."

The clergyman who said so will write a report on the harvest festival, and he will be allowed to work with Fran in the clergyman's room. I was going to read a book while I was gobbling, but honestly with the help of the clergyman, isn't it any different from the life of the temple?

"You look disgusted, but this is for you. If we finish the report first, we can create Jurevé that soon. No matter how much material you collect, you won't be able to make medicine without reporting the harvest festival to your lord."

I can't say, "I want to read," if I can make such a twitchy threat to the chief cleric, who is my dedicated physician and pharmacist. I just have to work hard for my health.

... When you're feeling better, I'll read you a book until you fall!

Looking back several times at the book in the crate and going to the Cleric Chief's room with the thought of getting his hair pulled back, not only the Cleric Chief, but the side servants the Cleric Chief was bringing in also did their job as usual. Same goes for Brother Eckhardt.

Incidentally, it seems that the tax collectors of Justkus and the clergyman also draw up reports in their respective rooms.

Work that doesn't waste time. Human, chief cleric. Involving everyone is still in excellent shape today.

While I was quietly paperwork with the crunchy tips, Ordnants jumped in with a rustling feather. Flying around the room, Ordonanz descends on the clergyman's desk and speaks in his father's voice. I arrived just now, so I asked you to prepare lunch.

The Chief Cleric understands, and flies the Ordnants. At the same time, I looked at the window and sighed.

Although still small, I see a rider like Griffon flying across the window representing the Knights Commander. Your father's arrival is really quick.

"The work is done. Clean it up and get ready to pick you up."

In a word from the Chief Cleric, everyone cleaned up their work tools simultaneously. Then the priests' side servants head to the doorway to greet them, and my side servants prepare tea and sweets. Hasty, no elegance or spare shards.

Still, the side servants who can get in shape are really good. When your father was guided into the room, he was ready to pick you up.

"Rosemaine, you look good."

"I've received the Chief Cleric's medicine."

Yesterday was a whirl, and I didn't have to make it clear. After letting his gaze wander like he was looking for words, your father squeezes out the words, "If you're recovering so you can go collect them, fine," he said.

"Calstead, how's it going over there?

While the chief cleric recommended a seat, he inquired in a mouthful like a part of a public discourse or greeting. Usually, the words "nothing in particular" and "peaceful and safe" return, but your father narrowed his eyes slightly, looked around the room and said "ask for payment".

If I try to take my seat off with the priests and my father alone, he will hold my shoulder and stop me.

"Ferdinand and Rosemayne were asked to keep me informed. Listen to Rosemaine here, too. Except for the escort knight. Take your seats off."

When all the side servants are removed from the room, the type of anti-bugging magic equipment that specifies the range is removed and your father activates it.

"Calstead, what the hell happened?

"Not that what happened, but there's a slightly disturbing move"

"Disturbing?"

Everyone's expression tightens at once. Even if there is nothing now, it would be natural to be vigilant if the word disturbed and so forth popped up.

Your father looked around at everyone's faces and slowly opened his mouth, "This is information from Elvira, though," he said.

"You told Ferdinand that the old Veronicans have shown signs of resurrection as Georginese since Master Georginese's visit, right?

"Oh, I heard. But Georgine is the First Lady of Arlensbach. I can't take on the flag of the Aerenfest faction."

The Veronicans have always been the biggest faction by reigning for a long time as First Lady since the days of their original predecessors and nurturing and embracing their succession even after Florencia had been married.

Though the lord replaced Zilvester and somewhat more people and more power were being accumulated by the faction of adoptive mothers and mothers, they still said that the mainstream was Veronicans.

But Veronica, guilty of abusing her position as Lord's Mother, was shut down and lost her legs. Those who were neutral among the Veronicans quickly turned back to the Florentines.

"That's why the old Veronicans seem to be going to put Master Wilfried on the flag"

"Get me a vilfried? Doesn't that have anything to do with the women's faction?

"I don't mean to invite you to a tea party, I guess you just need a name to come together as a faction. Mr. Wilfried was raised by Veronica, and he defied the Lord's intention to distance himself from Mr. Georgine and asked him to visit Aerenfest. They think it's a great flag to rebuild a faction."

I leaned my neck in remembrance of your father's words when he broke up with Georgine, hmm.

"... but Brother Wilfried didn't mean to go against his adoptive father's intentions, did he? I just wasn't seeing around."

"Oh, yeah. I just didn't actually think about it. But... it's important to know what it looks like from around us."

The clergyman slaps his temple at his fingertips, saying it's going to be a hassle. I narrowed my eyes and started thinking about things, but I don't know what I'm thinking.

Your father circulates information to such a cleric chief.

"Even considering that Vilfleet is intimate with Georgine and that the line of the next lord is thick, they're whispering here and there that he deserves the next flag"

It seems that what was discussed at the women's tea party is flowing here and there with connections between lower nobles. Lower nobles, who have to be in a slightly more favorable faction, have a lot of neutrality, which is why the information seems to fly easily.

"With Master Florencia and Rosemaine at the centre, and Vilfleet's parenting rights back from her grandmother to her mother, even though the Lords were finally coming together well, factional strife began to grow again, you mean?"

The Chief Cleric frowns a lot. According to the clergyman, the struggle of his mother, who had made various insinuations to put together the largest faction around Florence, the First Lady of the Lords, seems to be blistering. Apparently, your mother wasn't just happy to gather information about the clergyman.

"Nothing has happened yet to stand out. Rumors and information just got out at the hunting tournament. Master Georgine is not here, and Master Wilfried is under the control of his sidekick and escort knight. If nothing, it would be to the extent that it fades like this. However, Master Georgine will be here next summer. It's not going to sedate soon. It would be better to remain vigilant with regard to the movements of the active aristocrats"

"Yes, Father! Question: What should I do with vigilance?

When I raised my hand and asked the question, your father, the chief cleric, brother Eckhardt and Yustokus returned the answer in unison.

"All you have to do is talk to Ferdinand"

"Anyway, don't imitate it on your own"

"Stay away from strangers."

"You must not accept a book if it is bribed"

To a number of precautions, such as the simultaneous shooting, I answer without force, "… yes".

... you really don't trust me, me.

And at the end of lunch, it became an operational meeting to ensure that Rüell's fruits were collected.

I know what to do this time because I'm going through last year's night in Szczeria. If I challenge you in the strongest formation of the Knights, the Cleric and Brother Eckhardt, I say it's not that hard.

"It's a lot of fish, but it's a lot of fish. It might be a good weapon to hunt a wide range at once"

"Until Ruel's flowers scattered, no demons came. You might want to delay your departure a little."

"Perhaps Master Rosemaine's hypnotic sleep should be a little longer than last year. Last year I needed to feel drowsy."

"That's because it took a long time to hold Gorze down! If you just collect it, you'll have as much trouble sleeping as you did last year."

Everyone makes various opinions and makes decisions about their actions.

Around the Rüell tree, the placement of the knight and the corresponding range were determined, and Justkus was made a combat personnel to ride the horseman and exorcise the warcraft coming across the branches, as he did last year.

"Can Justkus fight even though he's a civilian?

"Because it is mandatory for material collection. I have some knowledge. I've managed to defend myself..."

"Ruell collected a lot last year. There's no problem including combat personnel this year."

If you put a material forward that you've never collected before, you won't guess, because Justkus' gaze will only be on the material, but if you collect the material you already have, they won't have a problem putting it in combat personnel.

When the time of departure, some placement, grasp of the type of warcraft, etc. was decided, I had been a hypnotic sleep time since the evening. I feel like I slept very well thanks to the sheriff's use in the morning. But I don't appreciate it.

A night in Szeria where the purple moon glows.

We set off at the time we had decided, and, as we did last year, we drove the horseman to a place where the tree of Rhuel was.

Luel already had flowers in his bloom. The leaves are not bushy, and dozens or so of white wood lotus-like flowers bloom on twigs of textured trees that are clingy and metallized, sprinkling strong aromas to stand on the branches.

"The moon is almost directly above. It will be soon to start scattering. Cut something a little out of the way right now."

When the chief cleric took out the stamp and chanted "Leeswichel," he turned into a glowing big sickle. It's like a reaper and looks great on you. Though I won't tell you if my mouth is torn because the image of Reaper won't make sense, and when it does, it makes sense and I'm going to be pissed off.

"Ha!"

The chief priest releases the sickle and strikes down the branches of the trees around the tree of Rhuel. When your father muttered "Ah," when he saw how it was, he sickled the same way, turning Starp into a sickle and paying off the branches around him.

Now when I heard your father say that there would be few warcraft that could fly from the branches around me to Lüell, I wanted to sit down to the chief cleric on the spot.

... I thought it was like a reaper or something and I'm sorry.

"Speaking of which, did Ruell's flowers become some kind of material? Yustox would have taken some home, wouldn't he?

"I am a hobby to collect, so ask Master Ferdinand about that"

It seems that Justkus has enough for one at his disposal, and the same material for more than that is given to the Cleric Chief. They say it's an apology for taking care of you so far and a nuisance fee to keep you company.

Shortly after I tilted my neck wondering how much trouble Justkus had caused so far, I was hacked.

... but maybe I have to pay the clergyman a nuisance fee too?

I can't think of anything the Chief Cleric is going to want right away, can I just pay for the magic? And while I was worried, Rüell's flowers began to scatter.

Just like last year, the petals flickered as they peeled off one by one, and, falling apart, swayed by the wind. Unlike cherry blossom petals, they are as large as Shiraki Lotus. A white bird's feather shakes like it's being played by the wind and falls as it twirls around. The moment the petals fall to the ground, they disappear to assimilate to the soil. What a blemish and beauty.

"Rosemaine, bless you now"

"Yes!"

I pray to Angleaf, the god of martial arts, and bless everyone.

Afterwards, ascend to the immediate vicinity of Rüell's fruit with a horseman so that Rüell's fruit can be collected reliably, and wait until fruit is available. I looked down upon everyone from the horseman.

"... Coming"

Five knights hold their own weapons as they surround the Rüell tree. Funny how they all fall apart.

Brother Eckhardt is the same long spear as last year. Brigitte is the same as last year and is like a sword. Darmuel is a sword that is used to. Your father remains the Great Sickle he was just paying for the branches. But I can't see from here what the Chief Cleric has. At least, not a sickle.

... what is it?

From a distance comes the sound of stepping apart from the gutter and the grass. That's not one or two footsteps either. There are dozens of them. I already knew that it would come later as if I had been attracted to the smell later.

A warcraft named Cat-like Zanze or Squirrel-like Eyfint, less than even Dermuel's knees, pops up in the dark with his eyes creepingly red.

"One at a time is not strong. Try to be as sure as you can."

"It will be a long battle. Beware of the distribution of magic, Darmuel."

"Ha!"

Darmuel, sandwiched by his father and the chief clergyman, has long regained his sword.