Ascendance of a Bookworm

The grey clerics who were in Irkner seemed to have worked really hard. I found out at a glance that I desperately educated him. And we can also see at a glance that the inhabitants of Ilkner worked desperately hard. Unlike our last visit, we didn't wave loud to Brigitte to welcome her, we didn't flock when we arrived, and everyone knelt down to greet us with Geebe Irkner at the head.

There are still parts of it that are difficult to follow, but they are at a level where they are done with "Well, it's rural, and you can't help it".

"You must be tired from a long journey. Let me take a moment to talk to you after dinner. Be at ease first."

That's what Geebe Ilkner said after a long greeting between the nobles.

The side servants who had arrived earlier are preparing the room, so when you finish dressing there, you can take your time until dinner time.

"Fran, I'll go away when I get dressed. Keep all the gray clerics together."

"Yes, sir."

Tell Fran, I asked Monica and Nicola to help me, and I hurried to get dressed. Dressed for dinner, when I asked Monica to be away, I took Nicola away immediately.

There was an indescribable sense of impatience swirling around my chest. Until Fran told me, "I don't know about marriage per se," "I would be in great trouble if I were forced," marriage for me was something to celebrate with that which would make me happy. But this is the marriage story of a gray cleric who doesn't know the marriage itself.

Being an orphan dean, I had to understand better the special situation of the gray cleric, but I had no idea that it might be imposed on the inhabitants of Geebe Irkner or Irkner. As for the gray witch, I meant to break my heart not to feel uncomfortable about Vilma, but I couldn't think of the gray cleric who is a man.

"Lady Rosemaine, this way."

Going into the detachment, Fran stood in front of the door of a room used by the blue cleric and waited. It opens up in a polite motion. As I went inside, Gill and four gray clerics knelt and waited.

"It's been a long time, guys. You've worked very well, haven't you? Through Geebe Ilkner and Brigitte, we heard everyone working hard."

I'm honored.

Sitting in the chair which was prepared, I turn around the gray cleric kneeling.

"We don't have time, so you get to the point.... I heard yesterday in the Ordnants of Geebe Ilkner that a grey cleric and an Ilkner resident wanted a marriage. If you really want it, there's a way. Who do you want?

Everyone's gaze concentrated on one person. The gray cleric who received attention turns bright blue and drips.

"Volk, do you want to get married?

"I'm sorry, Master Rosemaine"

"It's not about apologizing. It's just, Fran said. I don't know what marriage is like. It would be very difficult if you were forced to marry me, he said. Grey clerics have weak positions, and are too used to accepting them if they are forced to. So I want to make sure. Does it not mean that Geebe Irkner or his opponents are forcing you?

"Nothing like that," said Volk, who raised his face like a hack, shaking his neck sideways. It did not seem to be the worst thing I expected, exhaling a ho and a relief.

"So you want to marry yourself? Are you prepared to spend the rest of your life here in Ilkner? If you are going to spend the rest of your life not just as a customer in one season, you will also have a variety of eating differences in habits and thinking. There will be so much confusion about building conjugal relationships rather than subordination. Still, do you want to stay here?

"... there's a lot of anxiety"

After a moment of silence, Volk slowly opened his mouth and squeezed it out.

"Like Fran, I don't know what marriage looks like either. But... I still wanted to be with her."

"Okay. Now, we will proceed with the contract of sale of Geebe Ilkner and Volk because we cannot marry as a gray cleric. Are you sure?

"Please"

I wanted to see who in the gray clergy wanted to marry, who really was his will, and I was out of my shoulder to be able to confirm. Then, tell them to listen slowly tomorrow for achievements related to the workshop and leave.

"It helped me to tell you, Fran. I am so oblivious to the circumstances of the Grey Cleric... that I am relieved that it does not seem to be a relationship imposed on someone.

"It's like Rosemaine to think about the mood of a gray cleric or something. Because if Geebe Ilkner wants it, it's natural for Volk to be sold."

"That's as sweet as ever," says Fran's face. Fran is right, the gray clergy is naturally sold if the nobles want it. Still, don't you want me to be a little happy? I can't help but think that Volk's emotions are not being used by Geebe Ilkner.

"Dear Rosemaine!

Monica ran from the summer hall.

"What's wrong, Monica?

"The Chief Cleric is here for you."

I have a rush to talk to you about, but Monica says she told me she wasn't there and asked me to come back. When I finished talking to the gray clergyman, I was going to cage him in my room with nothing to eat in my face, and I felt blood draw to the fact that the clergyman had found out about his absence.

"... could I be scolded?

"Probably."

I ask Fran to lift me up and hurry to the priest's room. As expected, he looked sharply into the room.

"Where were you fluttering, Rosemaine?

"We had a rush to talk about, and we were going away. I wanted to ask the gray cleric something."

"... Hmm, this one's in a hurry. Please fill this out before entering into a sale agreement with Geebe Ilkner"

The paper that was given to the chief cleric was, by the way, a rework of the covenant I had made, which Fran had told me. I was told to write a job on the workshop, with enough items on what Volk could do.

"I have knowledge of the paper industry and it is possible to teach it. I have knowledge of the printing industry and experience in printing.... and then"

I write down what I can do to Volk, as I think. When he saw the paperwork, the clergyman carved a deep wrinkle between his eyebrows.

"Rosemaine, did you talk to Geebe Ilkner about the amount?

"No, we don't talk that deeply in Ordnants. I thought we should talk today..."

Anything "I really don't want to break up" was consulted by residents a few days ago, and they were talking about sleeping ear water for Geebe Irkner as well. As far as I was concerned, I did not know who of the gray clerics was wanted until I went away.

According to Ordnants, we talked about money being ready for once, and I didn't know the price I was familiar with because I had never been involved in buying or selling gray clerics, so I flushed it.

The clergyman looks at the paperwork and counts the items written.

"The amount of gray clerics, on average, is about five small pieces of gold, but due to the power of the individual, they are not. This table converts the person's abilities into amounts… it's going to be a lot more expensive"

"I guess that is. Volk is also educated in ex-side service, and is deeply involved in the paper and printing industries, one of the few elites who can spare a few to achieve results. Isn't it expensive?"

There's no way our gray cleric can do anything cheap. It's more a matter of selling it cheaply and getting bought more and more by the extra nobility.

"Good if you know that. Don't do anything that discounts you on love.... Then you are the temple chief, albeit decorative, and you will be my boss. This time, you basically shouldn't get your hands on it just to approve it, because it's the job of the chief cleric to deal with the clergy's contract of sale."

"Hmm? It's like the former temple chief was making the orphans' contract on his own..."

When I remembered Dirk's time, the clergyman looked disgusted.

"The temple chief hits the chief priest's boss, so it's not like he can't make a contract. It's just that it's supposed to be the clergyman's job. The former temple chief had also come to show me the contract, albeit with ex-post consent. If you have anything to say about this Volk contract, say it now."

"We have also confirmed Volk's feelings, so nothing in particular"

After such a conversation with the Chief Cleric, I came to dinner with Geebe Ilkner.

It is not a barbecue that surrounds all the inhabitants, but a meal that leaves in the noble hall. It seems that only the soup was made by Hugo. It was a dish made with plenty of Irkner specialties.

The clergyman also seemed satisfied, and Geebe Ilkner loosens his expression like he was free from tension.

"Today's soup is exceptional. That's Rosemayne's special cook."

"I'm glad to hear your compliments. I'll tell the cook."

Then, after the meal, we move to Geebe Irkner's room, where we talk about the contract of sale.

The room was called Volk, a party, with a young woman leaning next to it. Volk's other lady looks like an honest woman. Geebe Ilkner looked at the two, softly narrowing his eyes in shades very similar to Brigitte's.

I gently stroke my breasts down that my feelings of blessing towards both of them are clearly visible. Whatever Volk's feelings, his anxiety about whether he was being used by Geebe Ilkner disappeared.

"Temple Chief, I'm talking about Volk..."

"Yeah, you mean the contract of sale. Chief Cleric, please."

To Geebe Ilkner, who cut out the story, I nodded lightly and shifted my gaze to the chief cleric. Taking my gaze, the clergyman slowly offers a contract before Geebe Ilkner.

"This will be Volk's contract of sale"

Taking it in his hand, Geebe Ilkner, who just glanced through, peeled his eyes a little and looked stunned. Many times I compare the covenant to me and the clergyman, and after staring at Volk and the woman, I close my eyes tightly.

"... so expensive? The gray cleric my father bought during his lifetime was not at this price. Sure, with one small gold coin..."

"That's a gray cleric apprentice who can only work underneath, right? How much skill you have determines the price of a gray cleric. Volk is a flanking servant of the former Blue Cleric and is also educated to serve the nobility. Besides, it also goes to the paper and printing industries directed by Rosemaine. Among the gray clerics in the orphanage, he is one of the few elites not ashamed to leave room. Isn't it expensive?"

Volk and she stretched her face so hard that she pointed a glimmering gaze at Geebe Ilkner. Two gazed Geebe Ilkner stares at the contract and leans down in a very troubled face.

"It's more expensive than I expected and very... unlikely to buy it"

Based on the price of the gray cleric that his father bought, if he assumed Volk was a few small pieces of gold, I don't think he'd be able to help. Volk is two large coins and two small coins.

In the words of Geebe Ilkner, I heard the little whine of a woman who said, "Oh no..."

"How much did you assume?

"... competent, so I thought it would be expensive, but it would be about five to six small pieces of gold,"

"If you weren't involved in the printing industry, it would have been about that price, but in Volk's case, its added value is important."

The Chief Cleric exhales slowly. Exactly. If Volk were purchased by Irkner, knowledge of the printing and paper industries would flow to Irkner. Given its added value, I can't get a very discount.

"... Dear Rosemaine"

You thought it was easier to creep than the chief cleric, and Geebe Ilkner looked at me. Unfortunately, when it comes to price negotiations, I think I'm tougher for being rubbed by Benno.

Losing here increases the likelihood that other nobles will negotiate discounts. It is also conceivable that something like a fake marriage may occur when it is said that only Ilkner is to be treated as such. I can't get a discount.

Of course, I have the desire to make love come true. While I have a lot of anxiety, I still want to be with you, I want to support Volk who I hoped he would be.

Still, when I discount, I just have to shake my neck as far as Benno tells me to look closely at whether I can lose or not.

"This negotiation is a crack, isn't it? You can't have six small gold coins for as much as you want."

When I wave my head, Geebe Ilkner turns his gaze to the two who lean against him with a desperate face.

"But Master Rosemaine. Those two love each other, and so..."

"Geebe Ilkner, I don't know what you're mistaken for, but a gray cleric isn't allowed to marry you. It's not more about speaking out than it can be bought out. I'm done with this story."

"... sorry, sorry"

With a bitter swallowed face, Geebe Ilkner knelt down to the chief cleric.

At the same time, a whimper leaks out of the woman's mouth.

"Can't you handle it, Chief Cleric?

When I spoke to the chief cleric, Geebe Ilkner raised his face like a hack. I see the light of hope shining there.

Conversely, the chief clergyman snorted at Hun after becoming a very bitter face.

"I guess I'm not the one who needs to do something about it, am I?... What would you do if you wanted something and ran out of money?

"I'll make money."

After I answered promptly, I struck my hand with Pong. It's natural to make money for what you want. So why don't we take the form of a sale so that we can keep the Volk without selling it to anyone else?

"... Geebe Ilkner, I'll give Volk priority, so why don't we make some money in a year or so?

When I suggested so, it dropped as disappointing as Geebe Ilkner had despaired. "It's not the kind of amount you can make in a year," he said.

"It's just a story where you have to prepare for what you need. We're going back, Rosemaine."

Rise up with the rattle, and as the chief priest leaves the room, I will also leave the room with him. Looking back, I saw Geebe Ilkner with his head and a crying woman. Volk is still crying and distorting his face.

... For a year, I think if you work desperately hard, you can figure it out. Amount.

Unlike before, Irkner just invented a new piece of paper. I don't think it would be that difficult if we found the right use for that paper trait and sold it in.

In fact, me and Lutz also made rough money from early papermaking. You should earn it before anyone else can imitate it. Opportunity is now.

"Perhaps Geebe Ilkner is a bad business"

"It seems to me weak in the bargaining itself."

"... isn't that lethal as a nobleman?

Root it, the bargain is the lord's domain. "Exactly," the chief cleric, who has slammed it into me, nods. He then looked down at me, holding down his temples with what a complex face: "Your sense of commerce is quite heretical as a nobleman..."

"Wouldn't it be better if I were to give you some advice on how to make money? I guess you had Benno raise you that way, too, huh?

... It's unusual for a clergyman to have pity.

When I looked up at the chief cleric with amazement, he was stared at, "It's all in my face," and he bounced his forehead viscidly. Ugh!

The next day is the harvest festival.

In the morning the inhabitants of Ilkner prepare for the general outing and the festival begins in the afternoon. Always ready for the harvest festival when I arrive, I do not feel the fluttering enthusiasm of the preparation phase. It's the festive atmosphere that makes my heart bounce that conveys excitement here.

Brigitte is off today. You should enjoy the harvest festival in your long time home town. I have a clergyman, so I'm on my way.

In all that noise, I was on my way away with Fran and Darmuel.

The Irkner harvest festival is to be used by the clergyman to bring in tax collectors, so baptisms, mitzvahs and weddings are also to be executed by the clergyman. I'm just a customer this time when Justkus has already left.

Entering a room that was prepared for separation, Gil, Lutz and Damien waited there with wooden plaques and bookboards to report each.

"Dear Rosemaine, it's been a long time."

"Gil, I'm glad you're looking good. Good luck, Lutz. And Damien, thank you for a long time, too. I know. So tell me what kind of paper was made"

When I asked the three of them about the achievement in Ilkner, Gil advanced first. And it brightens my eyes and reports to me.

"In conclusion, we have three new types of paper. Paper is made from linfai and demon tree nansaves and aphones. Sissyla doesn't seem compatible with the paste called degluva I can take here, so I'm going to take the white skin back to Aerenfest and give it a try with Slamo worms and Edill"

"Did you have three different kinds? Wonderful."

Gil laughed gladly when I praised him.

"Like the trait that trombe paper is fire resistant, nonsave paper and aphone paper may also have some trait, but we haven't been able to discover it yet"

"I'll have to look around for it, while I use it. Thank you, Gil."

When Gil finished his report, Lutz reported on a nut named Traoperle that he discovered on his fall mountain walk.

"Traoperle is this white nut. Though well picked in the Irkner Forest, they said the bitterness was too strong to be edible. I would like to buy a traoperle and take it back to Aerenfest and also try it with Follin because it is a twist that can crush and take the traoperle and I can make the hard paper I sent you"

They say if you use traoperle as a paste, it will basically be a hard, tight piece of paper.

"Traoperle is going to be Irkner's specialty."

And I talked to Damien about the price. As Geebe Ilkner seems vulnerable to negotiation matters, I will determine the price while also considering combining it with other papers, being careful not to let the Plantan Chamber of Commerce upset the profits.

"Now I'm going to draw up a contract."

"Yeah, nice to meet you, Damian"

Damien left the room when he said he would make a contract with Geebe Ilkner based on the price he had decided. And I was left with Gil and Rutz, and I looked round and round in the room where Fran and Dermuel stood, and I bowed my shoulders lightly.

"Fran, can I have you keep an eye on me outside the door?

"... please be careful not to make your voice louder"

When Fran, who exhaled in a seemingly hopeless sigh, left the room and the door closed, I jumped at Lutz. I replenish the long-time Lutz portion and stroke Gil's head around, "Wow, wow, you did a great job," he said.

"... So, how have you been?

"Ugh. I have all the ingredients for the medicine."

And I put my chest up, and I said, "You worked hard, didn't you?," he said, blurring in the back and Darmuel's grunt, "Though it was the escort knight who worked hard," Lutz and Gill laughed. I'd swell up and show it and say, "I tried my best, too," but everyone laughs, so I get followed and laugh.

"Lutz, Lutz. Now you can finally be a normal girl, me."

Don't run and fall or get excited and unconscious so you can operate normally. Lutz became skeptical of my voice of joy like that. Frowning, arms together and roaring "hmm".

"... when you have the pills, you'll feel better, but no matter what you think, a normal girl can't?

"Lutz, what does that mean?

"When you get better, it means that no one can stop you and the extra weird part seems noticeable"

"Terrible!"

But I seemed to be the only one who thought it was terrible, and Gil and Dermuel agree with Lutz by whining about "sure".

Lutz looked at me when I exchanged such other unloved interactions and exhaled.

"Hey, Volk was so depressed, couldn't he?

"... yeah. Negotiation breakdown. I couldn't have prepared Geebe Ilkner for just buying out Volk. You can do a lot of things, so the Volk is expensive, but given the way ahead, you can't sell it cheaply, can you?

In the field of commerce, Lutz, who has become so much more of a merchant than me, narrowed his jade eyes and began to play the calculator in his head.

"Just having the knowledge of printing relationships can be pretty expensive, right?... I'm expanding my knowledge of the printing industry, so it's not something I can lower... I can't help it."

"I said I'd give it priority and wait a year. This is all the new paper I've got, so if I make paper and sell it, don't you think I could make about two big gold coins?

In my words Rutz said, "You'll figure it out in a year.... but I need to work at Ilkner," he flaunted.

"Dear Rosemayne, can I tell Volk? You know, the way you make money, not the amount you can't..."

I was so happy yesterday that I was going to be able to get married, but this morning it's hard to turn around and watch me so depressed that I'm going to die, Gil mutters.

I nodded heavily.

"Sure, fine. I have little chance of speaking directly, so I was wondering what I was going to do. Would it be best if Volk and Gill could talk to Geebe Irkner as well, and Geebe Irkner could ask me to take the form of loaning out Volk?

"I'll tell you."

And the harvest festival began.

Rutz, who is a small temple even when he basically comes to Gil and Hasse, the voicemailer, and the gray clerics and Damiens who never leave Aerenfest, are the first to see the extra harvest festival, making their eyes shine and see it into the festival.

"It's interesting to have all the ceremonies together."

"There are too many people in Aerenfest to do that."

I'm not on stage today, I'm sitting in a guest seat with the Plantan Chamber of Commerce and the Grey Clerics.

I wonder if I look like this, too, with a good voice sounding and watching the Cleric Chief with a grand attitude bless me on stage.

... I have a car, and I don't think it means I can't see him.

After the ceremony, the Volfe Games begin. Lutz and Damien are so excited to see it for the first time, but the gray clerics are donning to the ramblings that seem unruly.

As I grinned bitterly at that temperature difference, I saw what a fabulous Volk looked like.

I look around a little, and after confirming the hustle and bustle with which everyone is concentrating and making a fuss, I invite Volk to call.

"Volk, I think it's pathetic that the negotiations have broken down, but I can't give this away. Given your contract with other gray clerics, you can't lower the price cheaply"

"... Yes"

Slowly Volk nodded. And he puts his strength to bite off his back teeth once, and he looks at me.

"Dear Rosemaine, Gil has spoken to you.... Do you really think Master Rosemaine can save money in a year?

"Of course I think it takes effort, but I don't think it would be that difficult if Irkner could make three new types of paper. I made that amount in about six months when I started making ruts and vegetable paper."

I looked up like Volk had been played. I don't think Volk, who has worked as they say in the orphanage workshop, knows the exact benefit of plant paper, or the benefit of picture books.

"Hey, Volk. It is possible to lend the Volk to Geebe Irkner with your previous minutes' Volk salary. They say rivers don't freeze here even in the winter, and why don't you try your best here for a year?

"Dear Rosemaine..."

"To tell you the truth, I am still not worried about the marriage of a gray cleric. It is difficult to rub values together and live together, even between the same classes who live in the same town. In the gray clerics of Ilkner and Aerenfest, everything in common sense, lifestyle, values, etc. would be different, right?

I guess it's a lot to think of, Volk laying his eyes down a little. And slowly turn your gaze to the corner of the crowd. Perhaps there must be a girlfriend at the end of my gaze that I cannot discern.

"For a year, get used to life in Ilkner while the two of us encourage new paper making and save money. I want you to look at the way you live here that you are not a gray cleric, see how different families and couples are, and make an effort to tell with your opponent. I pray that Volk will not be the only one to give way, that we will not just burden the other woman, but that we will have a relationship that will make us suffer together and take care of each other"

"... I'm afraid"

After the harvest festival, a contract was made between Geebe Ilkner and the Plantan Chamber of Commerce, on the basis of which I discussed lending a little advice on commerce for a year.

And after all the discussion, I return to Aerenfest with the Plantan Chamber of Commerce and three gray clerics on the Lesser Bus.

Volk and she leaned over, kneeling quietly and drooling their heads to the end.