Ascendance of a Bookworm

"... I wondered that only the truth of my aunt does not fit with the truth of others. If everyone is telling the truth, Father, Mother and Rosemayne, isn't Auntie's words the weirdest? I like my aunt, but I think she's wrong when I think about whether she's right or wrong."

The chief clergyman urges ahead as he quietly looks at the vilfried, who has said so in grandeur.

"Hmm.... so?

"... I have to apologize to them. I'm sorry for everything, Ferdinand."

To Wilfried, who honestly apologizes, the chief cleric glanced out slightly. Then slowly narrow your eyes and stare carefully at Vilfleet so that he can quantify it.

"Oh, I apologized, but you wouldn't have to be angry like that..."

Wilfried, who became more severely eyed by the Chief Cleric, drew his face and nearly cried.

"It's okay, Brother Wilfried"

"What's all right!?

I will explain to you that the vilfried, exposed to a frozen gaze, raised his voice like a scream.

"After the apology, Master Ferdinand's face looks more rude, but this is because Master Ferdinand was willing to put himself in and listen to him. Brother Wilfried's words have arrived properly, so keep up the good work"

"... Oh, really?

Wilfried alternates worryingly to see me, the clergyman and the adoptive mother who is about to hold hands next door and support me.

"Rosemaine, don't say anything unnecessary"

"It's nothing extra. It's necessary. Master Ferdinand got an apology too, so you just have to say something before you look scared, forgive me."

"I just didn't say anything because I'm not going to forgive you yet," the clergyman snorted with Hun, gazing at Vilfleet, saying something so cute.

"May I ask what you thought of the nobles who were at the Tea Party"

"Those aristocrats... taught me kindly, but they recommended crime, so it was neither kindness nor anything. This is what Osvalt said, not necessarily who smiles and approaches is on his side."

I guess what I couldn't understand just because I was told was through a hands-on experience, stained and understood. To Wilfried's words, Osvalt distorted his face with regret. If I understood a little sooner, I'd feel like I could hear those words.

The chief priest nodded one to the important notice of Wilfried.

"That's why I can be taught not to speak to strange nobles, and not to say anything far-fetched. In order to eliminate the danger at all, the nobility who can meet them, etc. is sorted by the leader."

"Does it make sense to be banned..."

The Lord's Son says, "Don't do that" and "Don't do this" and the prohibition is like a mountain. Even if the prohibition is taught and said over and over again, there is no way you can protect it if you don't understand what it means.

"Naturally. I'm not banned for nothing. Conversely, it also makes sense to be tapped in as an education"

"... I know that in letters, calculations and fesh peel practice"

"Right. Have you thought about anything else?

"I was surprised that if the one who sees the sins that my aunt committed also changed, it would be completely different. I think it's important to ask a variety of opinions."

"Hmm."

A clergyman who hears Wilfried's opinion engraves a deep wrinkle between his eyebrows and thinks.

I grabbed my fist. I want to somehow take it in the direction of saving Wilfried. Sure, I've done something amazingly far-fetched, and I've sinned, but Wilfried is growing properly.

I just haven't had enough education before, and I'm not the one who can't. I realized it was important this time. I also learned in many ways.

"It would be the original disposition this time to abandon it and let it into the temple, or close it to the tower, just like my grandmother. … but a little difficult"

"What's so hard about that?

My adoptive father frowns just like the chief cleric.

"Just as truth varies from person to person, if more than one person is involved in one thing, each aim is not necessarily the same. Many humans are too involved this time. The target can't be targeted."

The chief cleric made a bitter noise as he looked at the paper at hand he had written.

"Only those who can relate to the magic of the foundation can open the doors of that tower. Now it's just the lords and his wife, me, Master Bonifatius, Wilfried and Rosemayne. Because there are boundaries in the door of the tower, keepers and others are not put aside, and only a limited number of people know the existence of towers that tend to hide in the trees around them and how to use them."

"You mean you have a limited number of people to know, but someone you could have talked to at a tea party, right? Who was the man in front of the tower? Is this Master Bonifatius?

As I leaned my neck, I lifted my eyebrows as Wilfried was annoyed.

"Bonifatius would know, too. If you see a face, you've reported it by name."

"Besides, Bonifatius was raging at the hunting tournament that the young could not be beaten. If Bonifatius had been quiet in front of the tower, everyone would be suspicious"

... raging at a hunting tournament?

While thinking about the uncle without much contact, the chief cleric's explanation goes on.

"That tower only opens the door, and the others let it in. If you know who can open the door and you know where the tower is, you also know that you can go inside as long as you open the door. Yet it did not save the Lady of the First Lords."

"Can anyone get in!?

Wilfried, convinced that he could not let us in, raised his surprise.

"There was more. Get in. The most likely reason is that you didn't come in because you don't want to sin, but also because the person who gave you the information wasn't going to help the Lady of the Prior Lords, it could mean that the others taught you as tower information that you can't get in"

"Oh really..."

The thought of the nobility is complicated and strange, which I do not understand.

"I was thinking that the old Veronicans would want Vilfleet to be the flag of the faction. There was actually some such movement. Then breathing in the status quo of my grandmother, who was adoring me, and putting a crack between my parents and Rosemaine is an effective means of psychological warfare. In fact, about half of it was working."

Creating a groove between me and Wilfried, the central figure of the Florentine sect, would have also created a groove for parents and children if I had pressed them to either accompany me or my adoptive daughter or how to move.

"But instead of the flag as it is, it's obsolescence or execution. Maybe I want to create a Lordship and an Anti-Lordship, but if it's obsolete and executed, there's no way I can do a faction or anything like that. Thinking about it, putting it in the tower is obviously too much, and the elimination of Vilfleet seems more of an end than a flaghead"

"Wait a minute. That would be strange. If the only purpose is to eliminate Vilfleet, it's best to get rid of him on the spot because he can get him out."

My adoptive father hoisted his eyebrows and pointed them out, and Wilfried shook his body when he was poked at the danger that was looming on him. The chief clergyman nods in agreement with his adoptive father when the purpose becomes more dangerous: the elimination of Vilfleet from faction-building.

"That's right. If we were to be certain, that would have been our biggest opportunity. I'm missing that."

"I mean, that doesn't mean the elimination of Brother Wilfried is an end, does it?

"Rather, it looks like whatever happens.... It is also conceivable that other aristocrats who did not know the slowness of Wilfried's education misread Wilfried's character and behavior. But putting such uncertainty into the plan is wrong first"

We're mobilizing all those numbers, so there's no way we're going to have such an uncertain plan, the chief cleric said.

"... to be honest, maybe Vilfreet is not the purpose. If you read in depth that falling into the Vilfleet is the front seat and then the plan of fate will set in motion, you will not know who is being targeted or how."

That's what the clergyman says with a difficult face as he taps Concon and the paper on the table with his pen tip. For a moment, I felt like the glance I glanced at me said, "It could be you being targeted".

And when I heard it, which was filled with unspeakable malice, I sighed heavily.

"... it's total harassment, isn't it?"

"Harassment?"

"That's right. Brother Wilfried is shown the status quo of his aunt and put a crack in the family relationship, and his parents, the lords and his wife, are troubled by the treatment of their sinful son. No matter how you dispose of it, noble grievances will arise, won't they? Besides, there's not enough magical room to dispose of the nobles involved simultaneously, and it's dangerous to leave them without disposing of them. No matter how you fall, it's not for Aerenfest, it just seems like an outside harassment"

In my words, my adoptive father turned his eyes round.

"... I wasn't thinking about harassment from the outside because I was thinking about all the rivalries of nobility. Rosemaine, you're surprisingly smart."

"Surprisingly, what is, adoptive father!?

When I yelled at him to bite, his adoptive father looked at me with a serious face out of the blue, saying, "Well, that's a question for the wise Rosemaine".

"Let's assume it's external harassment. What do you think I would hate the most for that exterior to have a strong hatred for me?

"That would be maintaining the status quo. Don't you want to scratch around, but you hate it when it ends without scratching around?

I should have harassed you, but wouldn't it be the worst thing if it rained and made the ground harder?

In my answer, my adoptive father flashed his face.

"Maintain the status quo... But we can't maintain the status quo with Wilfried clearly guilty."

"... but rather than the disposition of Brother Wilfried, it's first to gather information about the person who instigated (or did) it and its purpose, isn't it? As far as Brother Wilfried is concerned, isn't it always possible to dispose of it because this is the only way the person finds the criminal fact clear and makes it an evidentiary property? Advance the issue, no, how about we keep the status quo as long as possible until we have all the information?

The adoptive father seemed to have a moving heart, but the chief clergyman shook his head with a wrinkle carved between his brows.

"No. Such a response would scratch the authority of the lord. It's what they're after."

"If the aim is to scratch the Lord's authority, it will fall if you dispose of Brother Wilfried, or not. If their aim is to cut Aerenfest's magic, then eliminating Brother Wilfried or disposing of the nobles involved in this one will delight them, won't it? First, we need to maintain the status quo and gather information."

Let's see if we should dispose of it, I suggested, but the clergyman shakes his head hard.

"Still, there can be no blame whatsoever. We definitely need to dispose of Vilfleet."

"So make it look like you're going to punish me, and actually keep the status quo or something..."

"Does your sister have a plan? Are you going to help your brother?

Until then Charlotte, sitting still with a crying face and listening to adult exchanges, looked at me with her eyes gleaming in anticipation. I can see you praying for Vilfleet to help you.

... What shall we do? I want to show Charlotte the good part. I want to be cool, but I don't have a plan!

Ooh, ooh, ooh, I turned my head desperately around in my heart. Full rotation of the brain, said to be thoughtless, reminds me of the treatment of criminals as far as I know.

"Ah, it's first to identify the person and know where the aim is, isn't it? Then use magic tricks to peek into your memory."

It's a lot of people and I don't remember all the faces. Vilfreet said he didn't know his name because he approached him from Vilfreet to hear rumors, but a peek into his memory should make it easy to finalize his opponent.

"Even though he was abetted, now Brother Wilfried is a serious criminal, right? You use magic equipment against serious criminals against Brother Wilfried to identify enemies. That will have the effect of informing them that their adoptive father attaches importance to this case, and I think they will find around them that they treat Brother Wilfried as a criminal. On top of that, if we maintain the status quo, can we have an idea here and make Brother Wilfried look like he's swimming?

The Chief Cleric narrows his eyes and tastes my best proposal. I continued, under the stern gaze of the Chief Cleric and the full gaze of Charlotte's expectations and hopes.

"I can see everything to my embarrassing memory, so it will be a punishment for Brother Wilfried, and I think if my adoptive father peeps, he can see Brother Wilfried's life so far and recognize what he shouldn't have done"

"Sure, with that one, we can at least fully identify the dangerous nobles in the territory. Based on Vilfleet's memory, if we punish the identified nobles and at the same time remove Vilfleet from the next lord, we'll likely be able to leave the impression that we punished Vilfleet as well."

He will be targeted because he will decide to make Wilfried his next lord, while the chief cleric says, turning his gaze to his adoptive father.

My adoptive father looked at Wilfried with a relieved grin on his lips.

"Wilfried, treat them as serious sinners, use magic equipment, and explore memories. At the same time, revoke the next lord's proviso. This shall be the disposal of this time. Thereafter, take no far-fetched action and never let the sidelines and escort knights off your side."

"Yes."

Vilfleet nodded heavily and the decision to dispose of it loosened the air in the room.

"Great, Wilfried. I am so glad that you are still with me. Thank you, Rosemaine. I know."

That's what the adoptive mother says, she hugs Vilfleet. Charlotte jumped out of her chair and rushed to me.

"Sister, it's amazing! I respect your sister!

"I feel everything has been rewarded with one word from Charlotte"

... I did it! I could be a respected sister!

My adoptive father and father praised me for this suggestion that "well done" when Charlotte and I were happy to have our hands together.

I see Wilfried out of his adoptive mother's arms calling out to his side servants, "Please continue to do so". Brother Lamprecht was nodding heavily.

The clergyman, who was watching how it went, gets up and takes a few steps toward Wilfried. The chief clergyman spoke to Wilfried, who stood slightly by what he was told.

"Vilfleet, there will have been indelible stains left on them as sons of lords. But if we can keep trying without rotting, it will stretch. The honesty of the person is a difficult beauty."

At first, the face of Wilfried, who was opening his mouth with Pocan and looking up at the clergyman, gradually turns into a delightful, troubled face so that he could not understand what he had been told.

"... strive, I will"

That's what Wilfried knelt on the spot.

"I will try not to waste the opportunity given to me.... uncle."

The clergyman who left the room without saying anything against Wilfried, but it turned out to me that he was only a little faster than usual.

And a few days later, when I was returning to the temple, I was summoned to the chief priest. They brought information from Justkus.

I hadn't seen Touri for a long time for bringing me new hair decorations, and I was floating around getting a letter, and I walked into the stash room and I was like, "What are you talking about? I heard," scolded by the clergyman.

"I don't know what you're talking about! That was only a few days ago!

At the end of the exam, it fades rapidly in a few days about the exam range, which is of no particular interest. That was the case during Reino. Short-term memory.

For the most part, I have a lot of other things to think about: new paper usage, new ink, Thuri's letter, the next Camille toy. I can't help but think it's over.

"Even just a few days ago, you can't think forever about what's over."

"You fool! It's not over. That's like looking at things, rather, it's what's about to start."

"Huh!?

I was genuinely surprised by the unexpected words.

If that's how it goes, what the hell is coming next? Not at all unpredictable.

"Consolidating information from Justkus, and thinking about it, I came to the conclusion that they might be looking into what was going on"

"So, how's it going?

"Oh, yeah. Whose opinion Wilfried hears most, how Zilvester treats my sinful son, how the surrounding reactions will be at that time, and how the nobles in Aerenfest move... seems to be being tested"

See how it goes with harassment using kids like Wilfried. Much better personality.

"Were you able to identify the person who would do the dirty thing?

"Someone who knows a closed place and knows how to open it. That the target was Vilfleet, not intended to help the Lady of the Prior Lords. Abandonment, execution, discord, how to make a plan that doesn't matter which happens to Aerenfest. … only those who bear the name of faction"

Apparently, it's been confirmed among the chief clergymen.

The golden eye of the chief priest sees me with a serious light.

"I want to consolidate Aerenfest's protection as soon as possible. Rosemaine, I want you to tell me as soon as you can how to compress magic, okay?

"Since I made the pills. That's all I can't give away."

When I looked back at the clergyman in the same way, the clergyman rose to a sigh.

"Okay. Hit the morning errand hours on the mix. Come and help me."

... Is that it? Could it feel pretty chopped up?