Ascendance of a Bookworm

Unlike his breathtaking father and brother Eckhardt, the clergyman urged ahead with an intriguing distortion of his mouth.

"Let's hear it."

"First of all, I will limit the subject of teaching to those who have learned to compress magic in the House of Lords. I'm not going to teach anyone who can't compress on their own. Because it involves life and death."

"Naturally."

The chief cleric nodded slowly. Your father and brother Eckhardt snort, too. While only Darmuel stood there seeming to be no place, he rather looked like he was wondering what would happen to his treatment.

"Then I will confine myself to those of the faction to which I belong"

"... yours?

"Yes, I am not going to help those who are hostile to me amplify their magic."

Originally, I was privileged as a blue witch apprentice and adopted by my lord, even though I was a civilian by my magic power alone. I want to retain some advantage over the amount of magic, and I don't want to do anything that stretches the magic of those who may be hostile, even if they say I'm defenseless.

"If you decide to target only those who belong to my faction, that is, those who belong to the Florentines, it will help to cut down the Georgines, won't it? And that way, I think my adoptive father, who wants to make Brother Wilfried his next lord, will make it known that Brother Wilfried is a Florentine."

No matter how much the Georginese try to pull off Brother Wilfried, if he and his lord deny it and state that he is a clinging and Florentine, there is nothing around him, and I think the rumors will calm him down.

Now that the lack of education in Wilfried is the cause, and the lack of information on how to fall is an anxiety factor, you should get your parents to connect you firmly.

"But then it won't be you who picks the target audience? I can't help but worry about you."

"That anxiety is the same as mine."

I'm not familiar with aristocratic connections, and I have little idea who has what connections with who or where. So much so that I finally remembered a blacklist of relatives and former temple chief friendly aristocrats. Because its relatives and blacklisted nobles are not a single rock, and depending on the benefits they receive, they easily turn their opinions around, so they have trouble leaving it to me to trust them or not.

"So to be a target audience, we decide to require permission from six people. First of all, we need the permission of the Lord and his wife, the supreme power of Aerenfest, and, finally, of me, the knowledge provider…… all of us, the father of a clergyman who is impartial and without personal intercession and who is well-informed, the chief of the Knights, the substantive leader of the Florentines"

The members I have mentioned are basically my guardians. If everyone can give permission, I think it will be significantly less likely to turn to my enemies. It's my protection.

The clergyman raised the edge of his lips to amuse him.

"Ho? Can't it just be the lords and their wives?

"My adoptive father prioritizes the affection of his parents, and it seems likely that Brother Wilfried will give him knowledge no matter which faction he is pulled from, and that Florencia will shake his heart if he is appealed to the affection of his parents"

Your father, who heard my words, frowned and turned into a very troubled face, opening his mouth as if it were difficult to say.

"Rosemaine, who... can't you trust the lords and their wives?

"No. I trust you. I just think that parental love is what gives priority to children, no matter what they put down. Me... I asked my father and mother to do that."

The clergyman seems to have understood the love of the parents that I think of. A bittersweetly complex expression appeared on the face of the clergyman, who had met my parents face to face.

"Do you consider parental sentiment based on that one?... it won't work in a noble society."

Even so, the most imprinted love of parents on me is the one who stands up to even the aristocratic opponent if it is to protect the parents and children of the Reina-era who gave me the book at all costs.

"You mean every person thinks about the affection of their parents.... Then I intend to tie in how many subjects I have carefully selected so that I can't teach others with contract magic because I don't think it makes sense if I start with Arlensbach and if other territories are passed on how to compress it. Is there any contract magic on a scale that affects other territories as well as Aerenfest?

"... there is. It's terribly expensive."

How much the hell is it worth for the sheriff to say it's terribly expensive? I don't want to hear the exact price. But without that contract magic, it wouldn't be possible to only increase Aerenfest's magic.

"Which is more important, money or compression laws? I'm going to be Aerenfest's secret, so if you can't give up money on contract magic at Aerenfest, I think you should give it up."

"No problem. Worth breaking Aerenfest's budget."

The chief clergyman nodded slowly, looking as difficult as he thought of a golden measure.

"Chief Cleric, with that covenant magic, can you tie it so that even parents and children, brothers, can't teach?

"Naturally I can because it will be a contract with an individual, but why?

"I have trouble spreading it on my own, and above all I want to prevent the presence of parents who try to push how to compress magic on young children who have enough magic to worry about whether or not to let them into the temple and stretch their magic. If I can increase my magic, I don't like to make young children impotent that I might be able to prevent them from entering the temple."

The aristocratic child has been wearing magic equipment since birth to avoid accumulating magic. Children who are less magical than they deserve in their homes are sent for adoption to other houses with lower degrees or placed in temples.

If you enter the temple because of the amount of magic, you will not be able to return to the aristocratic society without so much. I think if a parent who knows that forces a child to compress their magic, the death of the child will increase dramatically.

"Kids before baptism aren't counted as people, are they?

Counting or not is convenient on the part of the governor. Even though it exists and lives there, I don't think it's good because I don't count it.

When was it, the clergyman should have said. Compression of magic is very dangerous, and there are more than one teacher in the House of Lords to teach. Sometimes accidents can happen, even if we respond in such a way that there is no danger.

Kids who are successfully compressing magic in their own stream are rare, "Why are you alive?" I have not yet forgotten what I was told.

"No matter how many children before baptism are told they are not counted as people, they exist and live. I can never give this away. I don't like it."

"Even if, as a result of your choice, a child who could have been a nobleman is to enter the temple,?

A golden sharp eye shoots me. And I looked straight back into his eyes.

"I choose the situation where eleven become blue clerics over the situation where ten die and one can become noble"

There is a difference between entering a temple and living as a nobleman, cloud mud. Even if I know, I can't give in.

When the chief priest weakens the strength of the gaze he was looking at me, he puts his hand on his chin, "Hmm."

"As always, what you want doesn't seem to have any advantage over you and I don't understand it, but I understand the demands. Narrow the target audience down to conditions. When it comes to your compression laws, tie them up with personal contract magic, and don't let them share knowledge between parents and children or between brothers. Any other terms?

"I'll take the fee when I teach. It's valuable knowledge, so naturally, isn't it?

"... Mm. That's what I thought, too, but that doesn't make it possible to bottom-up the lower nobles?

"How much is the right price......" whines the chief cleric as he gently slaps a ton of temples. I could see Darmuel turning blue at the edge of my vision.

"If the purpose is to raise the bottom of magic, shouldn't lower aristocrats set prices so that they are cheaper and more expensive the position rises? If a senior nobleman cannot pay, you will give up. It's originally magical, so the senior aristocrats can handle it with their own efforts. Only those who feel value for that knowledge should have it."

Now your father blued. I fold my fingers and hold my head. Could there be a family discount?

"Let's drink your terms.... So, how does magic compression work?

That's what the chief cleric said as he hoisted the edge of his lips. I laugh and shake my head with a nickel.

"That's only after contract magic and fees are ready, Chief Cleric."

"You seem a little cautious."

"If they say it in the face of a bad guy who's up to something like that, everyone will notice."

With his nose ringing with Hun, the clergyman turns his gaze to Dermuel. I found myself silently questioned, "What are you going to do with Arre?" and I turned to Darmuel, who looked like an accused awaiting judgment.

"Darmuel doesn't need money because I taught him on my own. But like everyone else, you will not be able to speak out with contract magic. May I?

"Absolutely."

I'm glad they didn't tell me to pay, Dermuel's face was eloquently telling the story.

"If you can talk to Master Ferdinand so casually, you don't seem to have to worry."

After finishing his story about magic amplification, his father, sayin 'so relieved, drove the horseman back to Aerenfest.

... I can't believe that looks like a casual relationship. Which is how aristocratic society is going to slaughter, or around the clergyman? I don't want to think about it.

We dropped off your father. We're taking a day off. The next day, we were to leave for Ilkner. Dolvan is relatively close to Ilkner.

"Rosemaine, I will accompany you to Ilkner, so I will use this tax collector. Justkus returns to Aerenfest first. All right?"

"I don't mind."

I guess the chief cleric is going to ask Justkus to gather information about the disturbing atmosphere your father brought. In addition to gathering information about the Georginese, there must be a lot of things to keep your hands around, such as preparations about magic compression. Originally Yustokus is a close proximity to swearing allegiance to the chief cleric, and if he doesn't use it well on these occasions, he becomes a treasure haunter.

"Rosemaine, I'm busy doing a lot of work today. I have trouble wandering around the winter hall with you and causing problems. Like spending the day in my room reading this."

"Yes, I did!

I replied with a full smile, taking care of the spelling of the paper handed to the clergyman in my chest.

... hey let's do it! Reading all day!

Return to the room with a groom and open the paper spelling that the clergyman gave you.

That was a list of the Georginese. The names of the ladies appearing at the Tea Party of the Georginese were written and even annotated to lower nobles who were close to neutrality with the other factions. Turning further to the page, it says about the blood of your lady on the list.

On the last page, in addition to the sentence "I hope it helps Ferdinand", there was a sentence "Regards Rosemaine".

"... Mother"

He would have spelled it out and let your father have it so that he could avoid the disturbing atmosphere and let him know the danger was imminent. Feeling the emotions of my parents there, I was feeling the back of my eyes getting hot.

...... I need to read it properly and remember......

I look carefully at the list. After all, there were many people on the blacklist who were close to the former temple chief, and more than half of them knew his name. And, at the same time, I wanted to hold my head to the complexity of the kinship of the nobility.

Um, and glistening with the list as it bothered my head, I heard a bunch of bass and Ordnants feathers. Ordonanz, who came into the room all the time, descends on Brigitte's arm.

"You're arriving tomorrow evening, right? Got it. Talk to them about the menu and decide. Will you tell Lady Rosemaine that the harvest festival is due the day after tomorrow? Then, I want you to confirm the case with Rosemayne. I asked for it."

The same words are repeated three times in the voice of Geebe Ilkner, returning to the yellow Demon Stone. Brigitte held the yellow demon stone and lowered her eyebrows like she was in trouble, not expecting a response during working hours.

"... I'm sorry, Master Rosemaine. I just notified my brother of my plans for tomorrow."

"That's good, but how's Ilkner doing? Is education progressing?

The next thing to worry about is Ilkner. The chief cleric is going to go and he's going to rush to educate me, but will he be okay tomorrow?

"It seems to be taking a little shape, Master Rosemaine. I hear the Grey Clerics are working very hard for you."

"Yes, good.... I'm sorry, Brigitte. I, the Chief Cleric, don't notice until he points me out."

When I apologized to Brigitte with a breath of relief, Brigitte looked strange.

"Master Rosemaine?

"I liked the close atmosphere of Irkner's sense of distance, so when it came to Irkner, I thought it would be particularly fine if I responded. I didn't think the chief clergyman was going to go, and I didn't think any other noblemen were going to go on an inspection."

In the future, even if nobles interested in the paper and printing industries come out, it will be at the castle to talk. Then I thought that if I showed the temple's workshop at that time, I would have enough for inspections and tours.

But if you think from an aristocratic point of view, they say it's easier to find a profit to inspect workshops run by other aristocrats than the orphanage workshops in the temple. Not only was the priesthood chief in the temple, but Darmuel, Brigitte, and Zilvester coming, so I did not think deeply, when the priesthood chief pointed out, "There is no nobility or anything else who wants to come to the temple," my blood drew.

"The truth is that we had to understand without having to be pointed out to Rosemayne. Never mind."

Brigitte then opened his mouth after showing a slightly hesitant bare gesture.

"Dear Rosemaine, may I ask you a few questions?

"I don't mind if I'm ordered to wait a day today, but it's unusual for Brigitte to talk to me."

Brigitte told Dermuel to leave his temporary escort assignment and turned to me.

Maybe it's about the "example thing" that Ordnants said earlier. What the hell, I stretch out my spine and see Brigitte.

Brigitte laid down her eyes for the first time after she floated into the eyes of the amethyst to see if she could ask, or if it was bad.

"... Dear Rosemaine, I heard in Hasse that the Grey Cleric is not allowed to marry, is that true?

"Yeah, it's true. Marriage is not allowed for gray clerics."

"Really?"

After all, the thought emerges strongly and Brigitte becomes a distinctly disappointing face. The gray cleric isn't allowed to marry me, and I don't see why Brigitte would be depressed so far.

It was one thing flashed in my brain that was troubling me.

... I can't believe the gray cleric is depressed by his inability to marry, maybe, Brigitte... Hey, Dermuel! There's an ambush where it's too unexpected!

"Brigitte, are you also a thinker in the gray clergy?

When I asked Brigitte unintentionally, Dermuel and Brigitte all spoke up and said, "What!?," he opened his eyes. Dermuel looks at Brigitte with a stunned look on his face, and Brigitte notices Dermuel's gaze and shakes his head as he sifts.

"It's not me! No! What the hell are you talking about, Master Rosemaine!?

To Brigitte, who denies with all his might, I and Dermuel all breathed a relief.

"I looked so depressed that the gray cleric couldn't get married that I thought maybe,"

"It's not me, it's the people of Ilkner"

Brigitte glances at me gently and says, "I and the gray cleric are too different identities," then exhales sadly, "After all, can't we get married?"

With relief and a little anxiety that the relationship between the people and nobility of Ilkner was still close, I recalled the treatment concerning the gray clergy.

"... it's not like there's no way out. It would be nice if Geebe Ilkner bought a gray cleric. If purchased, at that point the person will cease to be a gray cleric and will be under the jurisdiction of Geebe Irkner. Because naturally it will be done with the permission of Geebe Ilkner, even in relation to the marriage that lies ahead"

I still don't feel good about buying and selling people, but it is normal in itself for a gray cleric to be bought by nobles. As a servant, and as someone who carries out affairs, gray clerics and gray witches are bought by nobles.

If a gray cleric can make a happy marriage ahead of being bought off, I will gladly send it out, and I intend to do so with the authority of the temple chief enough to give him the pay & wedding celebration he has ever worked for.

"May I inform your brother? Well, if he stays in the winter, you'd better let him attend the wedding."

"... I will ask the Chief Cleric. I must not do anything at will."

When I asked the clergyman, who was in various preparations, to see him through Fran, he was angry, "I thought I told you to do a day's reading in the room," he said. I had no choice, so I said, "Before I arrive in Ilkner, can I take it upon myself because I want to get back to you?," he tells Fran.

With a bitter bitter face, the clergyman was allowed to see me from day to day, and I spoke about the marriage of the gray cleric. The chief cleric was of the same opinion as I was, that if Geebe Ilkner bought off the gray clergy, then he had to be on his own.

"If Geebe Ilkner is going to buy it, here's the paperwork... no, after this, you make it. I'll just have my registration ready."

When I finished the conversation quickly, I was prompted to leave the room by waving my hand just to tell him to leave.

I went back to my room and, being taught by Fran, began to make paperwork on the purchase of gray clerics. The melancholy feeling of my first job of buying and selling gray clerics mixes with the feeling that if I can be happy with my marriage decided, I have to celebrate.

"Fran, what can we do to celebrate?

"I don't know. To the best of my knowledge, no one has ever been married in a gray cleric."

"I'm sorry," she lays down her eyes after Fran says so without hesitation. I found complex emotions there, and I leaned my neck.

"... would Fran like to get married?

"No, because I am happy with my current life.... and I don't know what it's like to be married. I think I'd be in a lot of trouble if things were to happen that I had to marry."

I was unexpectedly worried about Fran's words, which I knew only in the temple. Will the gray cleric of Ilkner be all right?

The next day, with all sorts of anxiety, we arrived in Ilkner.