Ascendance of a Bookworm

The Chief Cleric told me that I was going to make medicine the next morning between the bells of 3 and 4. Once this medicine is complete, I can be healthy, but I am very concerned about the Chief Cleric who rushes to compress magic. Passed into the Cleric Chief's den, I inquired into the Cleric Chief's back, which was somewhat obscene by removing materials and checking equipment.

"Chief Cleric, maybe the compression of magic has to be pretty hasty?

To my question, the Chief Cleric looked back as surprised and said, "What are you talking about by now?," he said with a face like he chewed up a bitter bug.

"... Rosemaine, how long will it take for your magic compression to work?

"I don't know. Because I have unconsciously compressed to live.... I taught Dermuel at the end of spring, but it looks like he was originally a little magical stretched. It's the first time I've used it in an adult, so I have no idea if it even really works"

In my answer, the chief cleric murmured, "What else?"

"If we try and have more magic, let those from the same faction try too. Then, we'll teach those who join the faction for magic, but if we think about the bottom line of Aerenfest's magic, how long will it take? If we can, we'll at least amplify our magic by the time Georgine comes next."

It took about six months for Darmuel, whose magic had grown a little bit with my blessings, to the extent that he could see around him. If we want to experiment and get results by the end of the summer, when Georgine is coming back, whether or not magic stretches even in adults who are stuck growing, and for how long, we really don't have time.

"... it's urgent"

Until Georgine came again, I too felt like I could see the sheikh's impatience, if he said so. He's the only one who can sow all the commotion. I don't know what would happen if they put their main hips in.

"That's why I want to put Yulevé behind me"

That is what he said with his eyes narrowed to the chief priest, and I shook my head with a blurb in haste. It is visible that when we give in here, we are being kept behind. I want to be healthy soon.

"I don't like it! No, no, no! That means that Yulevé making turns after Master Georgine, right? I can't wait that long. Hurry up and finish making the medicine, then, magic compression."

"Strong......"

This is not conceivable, even as I am told to do my utmost.

"Just as the Chief Cleric wants to compress his magic powers before Master Georgine is here, so do I. I want health before confronting Master Georgine. You can't even run and run, even if something happens as it is now!

"... you sure do"

My health is better than others' magic amplification. It was the chief cleric who said, "I don't know who will be targeted". When it comes to bottom-up, my health is the highest priority.

My desperate claim seemed to make sense, and when the chief nodded, he held the crate and headed for the exit.

"First, I'll build a hidden room in your temple chief's office."

"Huh?"

"I need a place to prepare my medicine."

"Isn't it good here"

I looked around in a room full of materials and equipment. The clergyman looks around in the same way and exhales.

"... isn't it too narrow to work"

On equipment like experimental tools, lots of materials, and tons of paper and wood tags, such as materials and experimental results you put together yourself. Chief Cleric's hidden room has too much stuff.

Besides, unlike the hidden room in the orphan dean's office, you can't get in here without a certain amount of magic, so you can't put in the side service to clean. When the experiment is overstuffed or when new materials are found and the chief cleric thinks about it, the room is in terrible condition.

"I'm going to need a place for you to take your pills and sleep, so I have to make a hidden room anyway. Now, hurry up, because it's not a lot of work enough to make a big room where medicine can be made on the spot."

They're going to need a hidden room that restricts those who can also enter the room to avoid danger, as they know they'll be in a coma if they use Yulevé.

"How big do you need?

"It would suffice if it was about the size of the Temple Chief's office. You and I will register for magic. It's hard not to let anyone in while you're asleep."

As the chief priest told me, I decided to create a hidden room in the temple chief's office. I registered in the orphan dean's office, and I've made it in the little temple, so I'm not that nervous. He pours magic into the demonic stone of the door that leads to the hidden room in the temple chief's office with his left hand, which is wearing a magic tool ring.

With my magic, a magical formation emerged that emitted a blue and white light on the door.

Red light begins to run over the blue and white magic formations as they pour their magic into them for magic registration.

At the same time, a red light runs around his wrist holding down the demonic stone of the door, drawing intricate patterns and letters.

... This looks fantastic, I don't care how many times I look at it. I'm thrilled.

Staring at the magic running through the magic formations in the mood I had exalted, the chief priest began to lay his own hands on my hands and pour into the magic of the chief priest. I was surprised for a moment, but speaking of which, we'll register our magic together, he said.

... Speaking of which, what do we do about registering together?

Even while I lean my neck, the red light running through the magic formation grows stronger because of the more magical power flowing.

The clergyman behind me gripped Starp in his right hand and chanted "Stilo".

When the chief priest touches the magic formation with that stamp, he makes sure to dance and starts to move as the letters written in red light disappear or increase. It disappears so that the letters that pop out of the magic formation can be bounced off, replaced with letters and shapes written at the end of the stamp, and the magic formation is being rewritten more and more.

The sight of freely manipulating letters and rewriting the magic formations at Starp was strange, beautiful and full of charm that I would want to try myself.

"Chief Cleric, it's so cool that these letters are fuzzy. Teach me how to write magic, too."

"That's the story since you got the Starp."

"Ah."

It seems I'm still ahead of me to be able to write my magic formation cool. Dropping the gag and shoulder was almost simultaneous with the completion of the concealed room.

"Let's get this over with"

When he had a hidden room, the chief cleric had his magic dyed brooch of demonic stone put to his side. They say it is absolutely necessary to enter the hidden room of the temple chief's office. And I mobilize those side servants to keep bringing in crates of material from my hidden room.

"I want that box lined up in the corner."

The clergyman began spreading a large cloth in the middle of the room as he gave instructions to the side service. At first glance, it looks like a magic formation for transfers used by tax collectors during the harvest festival.

"Chief Cleric, is this a magic formation for metastases? Although it resembles something from the time of taxation."

"Oh, it's something similar. Stay back a little bit."

When the chief priest told me to retreat, he began to shed his magic.

The magic formation for taxation was a magic formation to put down a large amount of stuff and carry it to the castle all at once, but it seems this was the other way around a magic formation to take things out. I tried to stick my hand in the magic formation, and the clergyman began to take things out.

... Ugh, it's like some nanny talking about England.

Big enough boxes from the magic formation to be a white stone bath or a big pot I'm about to put in, long metallic bars like a jar, a big table, plus a bunch of wooden boxes are taken out.

By the way, it's the sidekicks who carry what's been removed.

"... even though it's my stash room, it's kind of like the second workshop of the chief clergyman"

"Not my workshop, but rather, your workshop. If you put it in the House of Lords, you'll need it, so even if you have it now, it won't be particularly problematic."

I wonder why the tension rises just because they say it's my workshop. After all, is it because of the spread of dreams that we should put down bookshelves so that we can put a lot of materials, or maybe we should just try to look like a dense library?

"Rosemaine, don't be blurry, put the seasonal ingredients you collected in the mixing pan."

As I portrayed the workshop of my dreams, I pointed to a large pot and the chief cleric said so. They put the ingredients in the pan and work them out with magic.

"That's a big pot. I'm going in."

"What, you want me to simmer?

I can see the Chief Cleric's eyes for real. I shake my head to the side in a hurry.

"I cannot eat boiled or baked!

"Oh, I'm going to break my belly, so I'm not going to eat it hairy.... I just thought I was going to get some good magic."

"I'm so scared!

As I guarded the chief clergyman, I removed the decorative strings attached from the top of my belt and hung them so that my sleeves would not be disturbed. And stand on a crate to adjust the height.

Big pot in front of me, like a boat in my hand. If I had a triangle towel, I'd be the perfect lunch aunt.

"Put one demon stone at a time that you have collected, in order from spring. Once the first one is solved, let's put the next one in."

"Yes."

As the chief cleric told me, I put in a pot a green demonic stone that altered the nectar of Lyrene. And mix it up in a long, big jar. I found my magic sucked out of me.

"Chief Cleric, do you need a lot of magic to formulate your medication?

"If we stick to quality, we'll need it. The rest depends on the quantity."

On the table, the chief cleric answered concisely, using a balance, weighing the amount of material other than demonic stones. I can see that side saying stay out of the way. The clergyman, narrowing his eyes and weighing them with serious eyes, seemed to have no choice but to experiment and was totally in the hobby world.

The clergyman seems to enjoy himself, but I soon grew tired of him. Just stand on the box and mix around. Boring. The demon stone is making noises with Karan Coloncachan in the pot, but it makes no difference at all.

... How long will this last?

If I thought so, suddenly the Demon Stone began to loosen up and fall out of shape. Change shape so that it sticks to the bottom of the pan.

"Wow! The Demon Stone is getting loose!

"Put the next one in and keep mixing"

"Yes!"

I put the blue demon stone that changed Leeds Falke's eggs in the pan and kept mixing. Because of the unraveled green demon stone, the mixing stopped sounding. Instead, I feel heavier moving the

Grrrrrr...... Grrrrrr......

Is it because the green demon stone is unraveling, the blue demon stone began to unravel quickly? Seeing as the shape begins to crumble, mix in the Rüell fruit and finally add the Schnetilm demon stone.

Grrrrrr...... Grrrrrr......

"Chief Cleric, my arm is weak."

"Be patient."

With a light flush of my appeal, the chief cleric peeks into the pot of formulation and puts in one material after another that he has never seen. Placing the small cut ingredients in the pan for easy mixing was similar to cooking. Looking at a number of ingredients that have been carefully engraved on several scales, the chief cleric feels they are suitable for cooks.

Grrrrrr...... Grrrrrr......

"Chief Cleric, I'd like to take a break"

"Not yet."

Black liquid drips from the tiny pot removed from the crate by the Chief Cleric. When I was put black in a pan that was a four-color marble, I was a little. But the color in the pan remains the same.

I wonder why the color doesn't change, tilting my neck, and the amount in the pan started to increase all at once. The medicine, which was such an amount as to stick to the bottom of the pan, goes beyond the eighth half of the pan.

"Uh-huh!?

"Besides, don't be surprised"

"You'll be surprised! Me, I can't drink this much!

I was going to keep a little extra as a regular preparation, but I don't need it so much. As I pointed to the pan, the chief clergyman gently clasped his shoulders.

"I drink about half of the cup, but one way or the other Yurevé doesn't. Immerse yourself."

That said, the chief cleric pointed to a square box made of white stone. Apparently I will sleep in it, putting the Yurevé that I was able to do. It's unexpected. I've taken all the pills so far, so I just thought it was something to drink. Everyone was lowering their back as a regular medication.

"... would you like to drown?

"I've never heard of him drowning in Jurevé. Don't be dramatic. My hands are more stopped than that. It's the last finish. Mix it properly."

Just a drop of some kind of medicine from the chief clergyman in the pot where I grunt. I dropped it with a poton. At that moment, the surface of the medicine glowed with a cool glare and turned into a thin blue medicine.

"Done. Now you can always use it."

With that said, the chief clergyman put a lid on the mixing pan and covered the cloth with a magic formation from above that lid with bastard. It seems to be meant to prevent quality from dropping or getting damaged. The Cleric Chief's wonder tools seem to have a lot of conveniences I don't know about. I want you to show me the list next time.

"Chief Cleric, if you use this, how soon will you wake up?

"One season from January, something like that? To be honest, I have no idea. But you just have to clear up what you need to do so that it's okay to take a little longer."

"Things to do...... write to your family, or keep instructions for your side service,?

"Oh, yeah. While you're asleep, I'll take care of the printing business. Keep in touch with Benno so he doesn't bring any trouble."

"... ok"

If you're going to fall asleep for one season, our family must be surprised. I have to prepare a letter for Lutz to give me for when I'm supposed to use Jurevé.

The orphanage is fine as long as we leave it to Vilma, and the side service business is fine as long as Fran and Thurm are around. I'm most worried about the workshop, but I don't think it would expand without me, so if I just prepared a story to print, Gil and Fritz would turn it around.

And I counted by the spring when I would use Jurevé, and verified.

Now that Yurevé had been formed, I was hastened by the chief priest, and the next day I was to go to the castle. I was supposed to teach you how to compress magic this afternoon.

"Are you ready for a contract?

"Ah."

In the office of the lord, paid for except for those concerned, were prepared crates and a few capes and leather bags and irons, as I had asked.

In the room are me and the chief clergyman, and the Lords and the Kalsted family, and finally the ten Darmuel who must sign the covenant magic.

"Now please sign this contract"

Everyone signs in turn the contractual sorcery paperwork with conditions such as not turning to my enemies and not teaching anyone else how to compress magic, and I collect the money.

The senior aristocrats have two large gold coins, half the price from the second member of the same family. Ahead, the intermediate nobility is scheduled to be paid eight small gold coins and the lower nobility two small gold coins. If I decided to pay that half price to Aerenfest as money for contract magic, my adoptive father would cry and rejoice.

This time the money is exempt. Ask Darmuel to sign the paperwork so he can't say anything else like everyone else, and after the contract magic is over, start explaining.

"Now let Dermuel be your assistant"

I showed Darmuel how to do magic compression, just as I did when I taught him. He folds the cloak with Dermuel and puts it in the crate, telling him that sticking a basically spread cloak in the crate and pushing it into the cucumber is the way to compress it in the House of Lords, and that he should compress the magic so that he carefully folds the cloak in order to pack as much magic as possible.

"I see. It's certainly a lot easier to see with your eyes, and it's easy to compress magic"

My adoptive father, who closed his eyes, moves the magic in him.

"Dear adoptive father, is it likely that even adults who have passed the growth phase will have more magic?

"Oh, I think I can"

Lords compress their magic as they say with pleasure. My adoptive father is someone who has never folded a cape himself, so when I can see it with my eyes and imagine the act of folding it, I say I could afford more than I expected. I found both your father and mother closing their eyes and focusing.

"If you compress it too much at a time, increase it to the extent you can't help it, because Dermel said you feel sick like you're drunk on magic"

Compress a little, increase the magic, and compress the increased amount again. I'm going to increase my magic with that pile, but all of a sudden when I increase the magic concentration in my body, they get magic sickness. I have always felt sick and fallen, so although I don't know which one is magic sickness, compressing magic doesn't seem very good for my body.

Although Darmuel, who wants to increase it by the summer, seems to have done quite a bit of impossibility, it seems important to get used to magic concentrations a little higher.

"I think I can still get more."

"Wow, wow. Looks like we got plenty of room."

"This will make us stronger and stronger than Brother Lamprecht or Brother Eckhardt."

Brother Eckhardt, Brother Lamprecht and Brother Cornelius are dealing with magic as they raise their voices of surprise. Maybe my brothers, who are so cluttered in their brain muscles, have never even folded their capes. Everyone still has a senior nobleman with a caregiver. If I only had the image of pushing into the cucumber, I think I could afford it a lot.

As everyone raised their voices of surprise, the chief cleric shook his head with a difficult face.

"I don't seem to be very effective"

It seems to have little effect on the clergyman, who was trying to fold and compress his magic with similar images. That is the seriousness of the clergy in a few respects. They were trying a lot during the House of Lords to figure out how to get a little more magic.

"Now let's move on to another step"

"You got a ahead of you?

In front of the clergyman watching, I put a few folded capes, in a leather bag, and compressed them with my own weight. Seeing leather bags with less than half the volume, the clergyman rounds his eyes.

"This is the Rosemaine compression method."

"Let's try it"

When the chief cleric engraved a wrinkle between his eyebrows and closed his eyes, he began to work on magic compression.

With a wrinkle between his eyebrows, the clergyman, who was so focused that his sweat floated, suddenly took the medicine holder that he was lowering to his lower back and warmed up a lot.

When I finished taking the medicine, I closed my eyes again and began to concentrate.

"Chief Cleric, what did you drink?

"It's a medicine that increases magic. You can't compress it if you increase it, right?

And it was said as a matter of course, and I let my cheeks draw forever.

"That's so bad for you!? I told you earlier that suddenly compressing too much magic would strain your body, right? Stop doing anything dangerous! What are you doing when you even have a contract magic with various conditions to reduce the danger!?

Even Dermuel, who was waiting for it to increase naturally, said he had a magic sickness, but what about increasing his magic with medication?

Even though I am angry, the Chief Cleric said, "Stop if you think it's dangerous. It's all right," he flushed, waving gently. And then he closes his eyes again and starts focusing.

I was so free that I began to iron on a cloak that had been compressed and creased with leather bags. By the end of the third piece, the clergyman opened his eyes.

The clergyman, who exhaled slowly, sees me with what a complex face.

"... Rosemaine, you're pretty sturdy. spiritually."

"What do you mean?

"It's hard to break a bone to compress as much as you"

I scratched up my forehead with that said, and the clergyman's complexion doesn't look very good. In front of me frowning softly, the chief clergyman slapped his temples lightly with a ton.

"This becomes my personal consideration, but how compressed I can be depends to a great extent on my mental strength. This is the way it's always been. Knowing the new compression method makes no sense without mental power. Then, because the concentration of magic in the body changes all at once, I think it's a good idea to increase the concentration slightly, thinking of folding magic at first. I suddenly feel pretty bad when it's more than double the concentration with Rosemaine formula. It's going to take a lot of getting used to."

Unexpectedly I lifted my eyebrows to the clergyman who said so with a serious face.

"Isn't that pretty much what I said earlier! You're not listening to people!? Dear Ferdinand, are you actually an idiot!?

... Somebody, Harrison, Pleas!

Clear results will be a story ahead, but this is how the magic compression by the leadership began.