Ascendance of a Bookworm

The knights are positioned to surround the Rüell tree, but there is a dermuel in the position where the clergyman and father can follow. This can be taken as a natural placement, as Darmuel is the narrowest of all that is entrusted to him, but there is no point if he cannot protect it.

A small warcraft emerges from all directions. In order to harvest seasonal materials, I have gone to various places and fought against the demons, so I have come to understand the strength of the demons somewhat too.

Right now, warcraft such as cat-like Zanze, a little big Feltze, and squirrel-like Eyfint coming here are not strong. There are just so many of them.

Because of the low number of knights last year, that number was a threat, but if you have a clergyman or father rich in magic, they say it's an easy win.

I watched everyone battle from among the horsemen until the fruits of Rhuel grew.

"Let's go!

The fastest spear was Brother Eckhardt. Running out a few steps daddily, with his hips dropped, he thrusts his spear out in momentum. The tip flashed back through the purple moon with a sharp sound that struck through the air shruggedly.

At the next moment, he disappears so that the warcraft pierced with demonic stones can be solved. Just one blow. That's all, a few warcraft vanished.

"Do it!"

As it is, Brother Eckhardt moves his spear wide and knocks down the surrounding warcraft.

The warcraft, which had been heavily beaten with spears or mutilated with a tip, weakened and fell.

The surrounding warcraft that sees it swarms and devours the weakened warcraft, not Brother Eckhardt. Try to gain some power by eating demon stones.

Brother Eckhardt stares at the herd with his blue eyes, recapturing the spear and poking it against the herd many times. The spears moving at high speeds tailored the warcraft one after the other with sounds that did not strike the air.

I sighed as I looked down at Brother Eckhardt's attack. I usually just see him helping the chief clergyman, so when I see him fighting these knights, I honestly think he's very cool.

... Oh, brother Eckhardt, that's cool. My father's next next... about the next one will be cool.

As I praise Brother Eckhardt's majesty in my heart, I say, "Huh!," he heard the high voice of Brigitte, a red dot, among the knights.

I reposition the horseman only slightly and turn my gaze toward Brigitte.

"Hey hey!

Brigitte stepped on the ground with a temperamental voice and waved a weapon resembling a sword loudly. With the sound of a bun and air, the blade of the weapon was within striking range, the Warcraft shattered and disappeared at once.

"Next!

Without even checking how the slaughtered warcraft disappeared, Brigitte's amethyst eyes set the focus on the next prey. Brigitte is in a position with her hips dropped, twisting her body as she flips through the skirt area and looks back at her curly.

Brigitte's movements, which take advantage of her hip twist, follow her as if her weapon were delayed.

By the time the long, slightly contradictory blade passed the front of Brigitte's body, many more warcraft had disappeared.

Every time Brigitte flashes her weapon, the longer blade flips, and she rips apart the warcraft that rushes to her. The figure of Brigitte waving his weapon without stopping was alive and, at the same time, brilliant in beauty.

...... ha, nice. Ugh, I want to be strong too.

I know it's impossible to be like Brigitte, but I want a crisp cool like that. Go for a nice, dependable sister.

... Speaking of which, how does your father fight?

I have seen your father's battle at a distance when he was raided in the middle of a prayer ceremony when he was a blue witch apprentice, and also in his battle with Schnetilm, Lord of Winter.

But both were far-sighted, and the prayer ceremonial raid ended the grand martial arts with just one shot. I don't know how to fight Schnetilm because he was too far away to tell the number of knights.

I look for your father with a little excitement.

Your father looked like he was shaking a sickle bigger than his height uncrafted. That doesn't seem like a lot of power. He gently waves the Great Sickle and hunts one Warcraft after the other, even mowing the grass as he walks around it.

... ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, Father, strong! That's the Knight Commander!

Even though you don't look so powerful, the big sickle moves amazingly fast, boom! Boom! and I hear the sound of cutting the air a lot louder.

The number of warcraft that disappear with sickle dew in one swing of your father is not comparable to Brother Eckhardt or Brigitte. I wonder if more than ten have disappeared at a time.

I don't think it's my fault that there seem to be fewer warcraft before your father, even though the range entrusted to him is wide.

... you come all the way from Aerenfest for my collection. The next cool thing about my father is that he makes up his mind!

Suddenly, Don, as I praise your father as he slaps his own knee with Pacipasi! and the explosion sounded.

"Yikes!?

Not so loud was the sound of an explosion, but it was an accidental blow, and I let my body snub, and I held my ear by accident. I searched the audio source for a moment to see what had happened.

... Chief Cleric.

The range of Warcraft that the Chief Cleric had been entrusted with had disappeared extensively and completely. There is only a blank zone with no warcraft. Definitely. The explosion just now was the work of the Chief Cleric.

What the hell can I do to make a blank zone so pompous? It was so puzzling that I watched the chief priest's movements.

Another warcraft rushes in front of the clergyman who has become a blank zone. Just look at the clergyman standing on his cool face, to the Warcraft, turn right now and run with all your might! Am I the only one who wants to say that?

The clergyman, who was quietly looking at the warcraft rushing by, threw something. Only for a moment I saw a hard glow in the air and a vastly spread shape with a bah. The next moment it stops showing in my eyes, as it has scratched out into the air.

... net?

It looked like a net to me, it didn't disappear, it seemed to have fallen on the warcraft. Widespread warcraft began to rise and become entangled.

Looking at the warcraft imprisoned by an invisible net, the chief clergyman lowers his back to kneel, putting a pitch and palm on the ground.

"Go away."

At the same time as the quiet words, I could see magic flowing through the mesh. When I think the shape of the net has emerged in the light of magic, the same don as earlier! An explosion sounded, and the warcraft in the net, as the chief cleric said, could disappear.

... Scary. Seriously, I'm scared.

I guess it's a possible attack because you're a clergyman with an overwhelming magic power. In order to shed all that widespread magic all at once, the amount of magic, of course, is difficult if you are not good at handling magic.

To the strength of the digit difference, through admiration, I felt fear, shifting my gaze only slightly from the chief cleric and focusing on Darmuel, who was fighting pinned by your father and the chief cleric.

Darmuel had a pretty plain fight compared to everyone else. I'm just making sure every single one of them is finished with the sword I'm putting in place. Nothing fancy.

But unlike last year, it's definitely growing. Spare yourself the magic, defeat the Warcraft with your arms and strength demands, and if you are never out of breath, you will not look around you anxiously. Looking straight ahead, I was fighting.

And he seems to have been honestly taking in my advice and training desperately, so that there is an impatience in the treatment of magic. It seemed possible to use a slightly larger magic force for warcraft like Feltze, which was growing slightly, and a magic force directed at small objects for small objects.

"Dermuel, it's time to back off once and use the pills"

"No, it's still okay"

When Darmuel waves his head at your father's words, he cuts Zanze with his sword. It would also be because of two people following me on both sides. But unlike last year, I'm definitely retiring instead of waving my weapon for now.

"Don't push me, Darmuel"

"I'm really fine"

Darmuel takes his eyes off the Warcraft and says so quietly, waving his sword.

After waving his sword for a while, he called out from himself, "I'm going down," leaving the later to the chief cleric and your father. And make sure it leads to the Rhuell tree and take the recovery pills.

It's only a short break for Darmuel until the medicine works.

"Darmuel, you're getting so strong."

And I made myself come out of the mounted beast, and I called out to Darmuel.

Darmuel looks up as surprised and laughs small when her eyes meet.

"I'm afraid so."

Then Darmuel closed his eyes for the first time. I can see you exhaling slowly, like checking the magic in you.

Keeping his face up, Darmuel turned his grey eyes to the Warcraft and threw himself into the battle, grasping the sword that deformed Starp again.

You seem confident that your limits are growing and you seem to be fighting more sparingly than you did earlier.

... you must have trained very seriously.

Knowing the appearance of Darmuel, who had always wanted to be strong, I was as happy as I was about myself to see the fruits of my efforts.

Watching you grow up these days makes me think that the power of love is really great. Justkus raised his voice as he chewed up Darmuel's growth as he nibbled a bit at other people's romantic circumstances.

"Princess, it's about time. Pour some magic into Ruel's fruit!

"Ha!"

As I breathed heavily and rode myself out of the horseman, I reached out to the fruit of Lüell, who looked like a purple crystal.

It's hard to dye the fruit of Rüell into my magic. All creatures seem to have an instinct to work that they don't want to embrace magic other than themselves, and they are also highly resistant to dyeing with magic.

Grasping the hard and lukewarm Rüell fruit all the way into my palm, I poured magic into Rüell's resistance all at once, in such a momentum as to crush it.

Do I feel less resistant than I did last year because I myself am growing a little?

Sticking to the fruit of Rüell in my hand, I pour more and more magic into it, pushing Rüel's resistance away.

Clear purple Rhuell fruit also begins to turn pale yellow quickly. Last year there was a feeling that my magic would be pushed back, but this year there was no such feeling, and it kept pouring in.

"Yustox, is this okay?

When I call on Justkus, Justkus, who had truncated the Eyfint he was about to fly towards Rüel, comes this way, guarding his surroundings.

"... you're early, princess. It's okay, put it in a leather bag as soon as you collect it"

With my left hand grasping the fruit of Rüell, whose colour had completely changed, I took the knife of the magic appliance with my right hand and cut off the branches.

Then quickly cut off the branches of the unnecessary parts and put the Rüell fruit in the leather bag immediately. It's a leather bag that blocks magic, so there's got to be nothing more to be taken by the Warcraft.

"Done!

"The collection of princesses is over"

Your father nodded loudly at Yustox's voice.

"Then we withdraw!

"Not yet! Please wait a little longer. Give Darmuel a ruel too!

Doon! The clergyman who erased the surrounding warcraft looked up at me.

"What are you thinking, Rosemaine!?

"If you're going to propose in the summer, don't you need a lot of demon stones? If you were my escort, you wouldn't be able to pick up the Demon Stone, so you just have to collect it here."

I also learned from reading the knight's story, and when I stretched my chest, my parents saw me with a warm, raw eye. I blink my eyes, seemingly looking somewhat towards a "child with no distinction between story and reality".

"... Could it be different?

"It's not a mistake..."

While the chief cleric says so, he looks at Brigitte with care.

I could tell by that gaze. It must be something to sneak up on, not something to do before you have someone to propose to.

... Oh oh, I meant to distract you, but I, a huge failure!?

Hi-no, and as I held my head, your father said, Keep it, Darmuel, as he hunted the warcraft.

"That's how you don't get any more quality demon stones. Perfect for proposing."

Laughing at Niyaniya, your father continues his demonic exorcism. Let's just think it was my fault that I heard "Elvira's looking forward to that continuation".

"Get it over with," said Brother Eckhardt and the clergyman, who also backed Dermuel's collection, as the decision seemed to have been made by his father, the chief of the knighthood, who gave him permission.

I ask how Brigitte was doing, but Brigitte did not try hard to see this one, but kept hunting for the Warcraft silently. It's far-sighted and dark, so I don't see it clearly, but I feel like my ears are a little red.

... I'm sorry, Brigitte. I'm really sorry for embarrassing you.

When Darmuel, allowed to collect, approached the fruit of Rüell with a horseman, he chanted "Messer" and deformed the stamp into the shape of a knife.

Unlike me, who needs a high quality demon stone stained with my magic, the demon stone I need Darmuel for is what I use to propose. On this occasion now, there is no need to dye with the magic of Darmuel.

Darmuel cuts off the branches quickly and collects two Rhuell fruits that were nearby. I guess it's for the proposal and my share.

Gladly narrow your grey eyes and place them in the leather bag you have with a polite hand.

"I've never had such a good quality demon stone. I'll take the time to dye it with magic later."

Now that we have collected Darmuel, we shall withdraw immediately. And I went back to Dolvan's Winter Hall and slept well.

With the sense of accomplishment and satisfaction that I have completed collecting all the materials, and the sense of anticipation for a healthy self, I aspire to the Cleric Chief's room with bouncing footsteps.

After breakfast, I was called in to come to my room. It will be a continuation of the work you did yesterday. I intend to do everything in my power to help you so that you can start working on your medicine as soon as possible.

... I can get better. I can be healthy. I can be a normal girl. Ugh.

Darmuel was going to the chief cleric first, so I went with Brigitte and Fran to the chief clergyman's room willingly, and asked him to open the door to serve the chief clergyman who was waiting outside the room, and entered the room.

"Good morning, Chief Cleric! What can I do to help you today?

A bright greeting was completely floating. The room is filled with tingly serious air, and I rush to shut my mouth.

Nobody works in the Cleric Chief's room. In the first place, it seems that all but those who were also kept waiting in front of the door for the side service are paid for, and there is no one like them doing their job.

I have a father with a difficult face, a clergyman and a brother Eckhardt, and a wretched face, Dermuel, mutters "Master Rosemaine," asking for help.

... Hey, Dermuel. What 'd you do?

"Brigitte, Fran. Back off."

I blink at Brigitte and Fran as they quickly leave the room.

The chief cleric stared at me like that.

"You know what caused the call, Rosemaine?

"Wow, I don't know!

I don't remember doing anything in particular. Does this mean that I will be scolded all by the Lord of Darmuel, who seems angry at these three?

"What did you do to Darmuel?

"... and... what you did to Dermuel, is that it? Did you ever recommend collecting Ruell last night? Or did you sneak up on a treat during this time? But I also gave that to Brigitte..."

As I was desperately remembering my deeds, the chief priest raised his blues and angry.

"No, no! Not at all! I'm telling you, it wasn't your fault that Darmuel's magic was rising unnaturally!

"No. What is growing in magic is Dermuel's efforts. … Sure, just for a moment, I've advised you that it's weird, but you don't grow without effort or training"

Apparently, it was a story about Darmuel's growth. I wondered if you would be angry, and as I stroked down my chest, your father looked down at me with a rugged face.

"What the hell kind of advice did you give me, Rosemaine? There's something wrong with the way you grow, no matter how much. There is no way that the magic of Darmuel, a junior aristocrat who is almost finished growing up, could grow more."

"I just taught Darmuel how to compress my magic, just as Darmuel used Gevinnen to figure it out to be visible"

Unlike his father, who inexplicably frowned, and Brother Eckhardt, the clergyman lifted his eyebrows.

"You think it's the way you compress your magic? I'm not listening."

"Huh? I don't think the Chief Cleric ever asked me how to increase my magic? Besides, I don't know if I'm right because I'm on my own. Because I might just happen to have a derm el."

As I tilted my neck, Darmuel slowly shook his head and denied my opinion.

"If you ask me how to compress Master Rosemaine's magic, I think the grown up will grow exponentially. Concerned that my stretched magic might bury me below average again, I couldn't report it. Sorry, sir."

No matter how hard you stretch it, if those who learn how to stretch it out in the same way, the magic will increase on average and Darmuel will fall again.

"It's no stranger to the secrets of individuals or clans, such as being able to amplify dramatic magic. I know how Darmuel feels about wanting to hide it."

Brother Eckhardt said that in a sigh.

If what you were hiding isn't like being scolded, what the hell are you talking about? I turn my gaze to the clergyman who is quietly looking at me with his golden eyes.

"Rosemaine, unlike Dermuel, you weren't going to keep it a secret around, were you? Then why didn't you think of spreading the method to the lack of magic Aerenfest?

"Whatever you say..."

Sure, because Aerenfest lacks magic, maybe it's the natural flow to think about raising everyone's magic. But even though I thought about expanding the book, I didn't think about expanding the way I increased my magic.

"The compression of magic has always been for me, at the border of life and death, what I have done to live. So I didn't think it would be like teaching a nobleman with magic equipment, and if this was a dangerous way, there might be people dying. It's so dangerous, I can't spread it."

Your father showed satisfaction in my words, and the chief clergyman held his temples in puzzle.

"Then why did you teach Darmuel?

"Because Darmuel knows my identity, and he's the one who knows what it means and what it weighs to be what he did in danger of life and death"

All I'm here for are people who know my identity. Everyone looked so hard together.

"I see. I see what you're thinking. Something I'm not willing to spread.... but I dare ask for it. I want other nobles in Aerenfest to teach me how to compress your magic. Lack of magic is a challenge that needs to be solved as soon as possible. If there's ever more magic from now on, such as the kid in charge of Aerenfest, we'll never get past it."

I think I see something like a rush in the clergyman's face.

For the past two years or so, since I began to perform my blessings at prayer ceremonies, my magic power should be filled and my harvest should be increasing. If you think about increasing the amount of magic the blue cleric can help you with, you still know. But I don't see why we need to increase the magic of the nobility, as soon as possible.

"It looks a lot steeper, but is there a reason?

"It's not so much a reason. It's part of the preparation for when Georgine has set something up, using the position of First Lady of Arlensbach. If I could raise the bottom of noble magic, I'd never have crossed it."

The chief cleric is part of the preparation, so I don't think we should cooperate.

But there are also a lot of anxiety elements about how to compress magic. I don't want to tell you too much.

"If it's for territory, it doesn't matter for teaching. However, we will attach a lot of conditions"