Ascendance of a Bookworm

I was tired of starving. This is also because I encourage you to study day and night to meet your new sister Charlotte. The Baptist Ceremony of the Aristocrats, which is also the Baptist Ceremony of the social world in winter, where all the aristocrats gather. There's more to be done than the Baptism Ceremony in Lower Town, and it feels like the tension that shouldn't fail builds up every day.

There's a lot more to do than that. Winter support for orphanages and their rooms, arrangements for winter handiwork and printing, aristocratic responses in winter social circles direct from the chief clergyman, and courses in magic compression. My head is hanging out already.

The mythological part was to ask the Cleric Chief for the management of the medals for registering magic and for the reason that he would not receive a voice because it was anxious to leave it to me at the Baptist ceremony, but I generally remembered what I had to do. I worked very hard.

But I'm not going to show Charlotte this effort.

... 'Cause he made it look like he did a rush and said, "Sister, wow!" I want to be told.

At the end of autumn, like half-dead, winter arrives. The winter baptism ceremony in Lower Town took place while the snow glistened.

At that baptismal ceremony, I seriously thought that there might indeed be a God in this world. God has rewarded me with tremendous hard work. Oh, my God, my family came to the door.

Kamil was running, dressed in here, as her family peeked into her face worryingly. I was running dangerously a little bit.

... Hey, hey, guys, look! My brother, he's really cute. Lovely on a level that seriously worries about kidnapping. Because I, I want to be taken. What, that ass! Thank God!

At first glance the fatigue blew away. Besides, Kamil waved at me. Because Touri said so, but that doesn't matter. He waved to me, "Bye bye."

... Oh, already! What do we do!? I may be too excited to go back on my own, me, from the prayer room to the room!

While I was trembling with excitement and emotion on the stage, the door was ruthlessly closed by the gray cleric, but if I closed my eyes, there burned Camille's adorable figure.

"Rosemaine, don't be blurry, go back to your room"

"... Ah, Chief Cleric. Give me a break because I'm a little too excited and my head is teasing"

Leaning on the altar for placing the scriptures, the white stone altar is hiccup cold and pleasant. Close my eyes as I chill my head on a limp altar, and I rebel against Camille's cute figure.

"Too excited to move? Are you really an idiot?

Too much magic compression, told the chief priest, who looked like a hangover, and I mumbled my lips pointy, but I can't move what I can't.

"Rosemaine, if you want to rest, take your medicine in your room and rest. You'll never recover before Charlotte's christening ceremony."

"That's troublesome."

And when I opened my eyes, there was a priest with a scary face. When the clergyman holds me up silently, trying to turn against surprise, and I go straight down the stage, I give it to Fran, who is waiting worryingly downstairs.

"Fran, heal this by the time you head to the castle."

"Yes, sir."

Fran walks out holding me up. As soon as he returned to the room, he was drugged and thrown into bed with a wooden plaque with baptismal precautions.

"Dear Rosemaine, we also have some readings, so please relax on the sleeping table until you head to the castle"

"... ha-hi"

The day of travel to the castle came with nothing to let me do but practice baptism and give instructions during the winter months. This year the day after the move is the baptismal ceremony. Fran says the chief cleric seems to take care that being in the temple would be slower than being in the castle. Thanks to this, I am likely to come to Charlotte's baptismal ceremony in full physical condition.

From early in the morning I was forced by Richarda and Otilier to change into the ritual garments of the temple chief. Attached to Tulli's new hair decoration, he is out of line.

I was taken to the waiting room earlier than last year because I was to enter the Great Hall earlier than Charlotte, who would leave for the baptism ceremony. The Guardian Knight is Brother Cornelius with the cape and brooch of the House of Lords.

From the waiting room window, the main entrance of the main building was visible, and one carriage after another was arriving. A nobleman with his family comes down, and from the next carriage comes those seemingly side-serving people. There were also figures of those who possessed instruments as musicians.

"... that's an amazing number of people"

"Because the day of the beginning and the day of the end gather all the nobles of Aerenfest. And the crowds are natural."

Brother Cornelius, who was similarly looking out the window, said so with a gentle glance on his shoulder. Also in the meantime, from the sky, the horseman arrives one after the other, and the front entrance is quite crowded. The Great Hall will also have a large crowd.

"You were already here, Rosemaine"

"Good morning, Master Ferdinand"

A clergyman in a ritual costume came into the room. Then, after a while, one of the civil servants came to call us. They say it's time to enter the Great Hall.

I enter with the Chief Cleric.

In the center of the stage, just like last year, an altar was made, and towards the stage, on the left was a line of lords and wives and their escort knights and sidelines. Towards the stage, on the right, there is a line of musicians with fesh peels and a family of baptized children standing with a magic ring.

When I walked about three to four steps, the clergyman walked in the middle of the great hall with the feeling of moving one foot. He whispered and complained of being "slow" when he went up on stage and sat in the chair he was preparing, but now he has trouble saying that.

With our arrival came the adoptive father, the lord, to the stage.

"Again this year, Gedurleich, the goddess of earth, was hidden in Aeviliebe, the god of life. We must all pray for spring together."

When the hosting of the social world by the Lords is announced, the nobles glow up the stapes and pray for a speedy recovery of the Spring Goddess.

And it was mentioned the revelations of the incident that took place at the fall hunting competition and its disposition. It was told that Wilfried had been removed from the next Lords' insistence and searched for memories, and at the same time dispositions were given to the nobles who had searched out of Wilfried's memories. Not that much punishment can be inflicted because I originally only meant the grey zone.

The disposition itself was minor, being a slight left transition or a salary cut or a fine, but in the future, it would have been largely informed in the social world that it would not be heavily applied. That's the biggest punishment for them.

At the end of the other detailed contacts addressed to all the nobles, it is finally the beginning of the Baptism Ceremony and Disclosure.

As the lord descends from the stage, I rise careful not to step on the hem on the stepping stone, which is prepared in the center of the stage to be replaced. The chief cleric stood next to me and opened his mouth.

"Welcome the new Aerenfest child."

A musician starts playing music simultaneously to the voice of the chief priest echoing in the great hall, and the door slowly opens. The children, who were aligned in front of the door, began to move their feet. Charlotte, daughter of the lord, is in the lead. I could well see walking through the middle of a large hall with a large number of people, with a tense face.

Charlotte's costumes appear to be baptismal, with red decorations and embroidery, the precious color of winter, adding color to the warm costumes that both fluttered white and did. It had a red collar knitted in yarn, which pulled the blonde hair closer to the twirling silver. The red flower hair ornament I lent is well reflected in light shades of hair.

An anxiously shaking blue eye looked at me and laughed small.

... Come on, Charlotte. I'll do my best too.

Once the children stop on their feet in front of the stage, I move my hands and instruct them to come up to the stage, keeping my eyes on Charlotte. Following that instruction, Charlotte and the others went up onto the stage and lined up in a side-by-side row.

Eleven children, five of whom began the baptism ceremony this year. The baptismal ceremony flow is about the same as last year. There is no great difference except that I stand in the position of those who perform the ritual as temple chief.

After the chief clergyman speaks the myth with a well-sounding voice, I call each child's name. Starting with the younger aristocratic child, the end is Charlotte.

"Charlotte"

Charlotte, called to my voice, approached me before with a delightful smile. I offered Charlotte the magic equipment of the magic test so that it could be wrapped in thin leather that would not pass through magic.

Charlotte takes the magic stick and makes it glow. When the applause boiled, and I took out the medal and made the magic apparatus press like a seal, I registered Charlotte's magic in the medal.

"There is the protection of the five gods of light, water, fire, wind and earth. You will receive more blessings by worrying about what the gods deserve to do."

When you have finished registering your magic for the medal, you will be immediately placed in a box for the Cleric Chief to manage.

At the same time, my adoptive father with a magic tool ring came up to the stage. Give Charlotte a ring to release her magic into her hands and gently narrow her eyes before her beloved daughter grows.

"As my daughter, I will give a ring to Charlotte, who has been recognized by God and everyone. Congratulations, Charlotte"

"Thank you. I know, Father."

Happily Charlotte strokes a red Demon Stone ring that fits into her middle finger on her left hand.

My adoptive father raised his face and sent his gaze to me. I nod lightly and give my blessings to Charlotte.

"To Charlotte, bless Gedurlich, goddess of earth"

With my blessing the red light flies to Charlotte. In fact, this practice of blessing was the hardest part of the Baptist practice. It is very difficult for me to adjust the right amount.

According to the Chief Cleric, my blessings are considerably influenced by emotions. When done unconsciously, he was told that blessings would change dramatically in Charlotte with other nobles he did not know.

There is no way that a temple chief who gives blessings at a baptismal ceremony can suddenly do that, so he was made to practice control of blessings quite a bit.

It was worth the practice and I could give you a blessing not so different from the others. When I am heartbroken, the Blessed Charlotte will now magic into the ring.

"I'm afraid so."

A puffy red light flies to me with a hook. With that blessing return, applause arose from the nobles and Charlotte's christening ceremony was over.

After the baptism ceremony for everyone, it's a revelation. It is with joy that the Son of the Aristocrat, who celebrated his Baptism ceremony in one year this year, joins him as a nobleman, playing fesh peel, singing, and serving music in the hope of God's blessings ahead.

A chair is installed in the center of the stage, and the musical devotion begins in turn from the children of lower nobility, just like last year.

"Now let us pray to God and give our musical service"

Calling the child's name, the child sits in the central chair with a tense face. The musician was coming up with a fesh peel and handing it over with a small word of encouragement.

After I finished playing, I said, "Well done. The gods will rejoice," he must speak to each and every one and nominate his next child. Proceed coolly so as not to misplace the name and order.

"Charlotte"

Charlotte, the daughter of the lord, is the last. Sitting in a chair in the center of the stage, the musician takes a fesh peel and comes up to the stage. Charlotte, handed a fesh peel by a musician, set up a fesh peel.

... good, good. That's my sister!

Unlike Wilfried, who was practicing and was a burning blade, Charlotte seems to have been practicing seriously as a lord's child. He plays very well. I will have to practice not to lose as a sister, too.

"You played very well. The gods will be delighted."

"I'm afraid so."

Charlotte's coming off the stage brings the revelation to an end. With the word of the clergyman tightening, I leave the Great Hall with the clergyman.

"You have to get dressed during the award ceremony, princess, Ferdinand Boy."

"I know, Richarda"

"Let's hurry back to the room."

Temple Chief, when you have completed your duties as Cleric Chief, now you must face the social arena as a nobleman.

The award ceremony is a ceremony in which the lord gives capes and brooches to freshmen heading to the House of Lords. The escorts now attached to me are Dermuel and Brigitte, as they then state their plans to leave for the House of Lords, etc.

"Everybody, hurry up!

Richarda reprimands me for moving forward fast, and Dermuel and Brigitte make a small run. I increased the speed of the Lesser Bus so that no one could leave me.

Back in the room, Otilier was already ready to change. Richarda and I are forced to change into red based costumes, the precious color of winter, as the temple chief's costumes are stripped one after the other.

"Come on, come on, princess. Hurry up."

I flew out of the room so that my hair disturbance could be fixed and my hair decorations reinserted, while at the same time being driven away by Richarda. Ride the beast and head to the dining room where lunch is ready.

"You have served nicely as the temple chief, my princess. Princess Charlotte will be delighted."

When I entered the dining room with my cheeks loosened for such Richarda's words, it seemed that the award ceremony was already over, and everyone was waiting for my arrival.

"Thank you for waiting"

When I get to my seat, at the same time my adoptive mother works with a gentle grin.

"You're welcome, Rosemaine. Charlotte said she wants Rosemaine's blessing at today's baptism ceremony, right? It must have been tough, huh?

"No, adoptive mother. It's my little sister's favor."

It was tough indeed. Winter support for orphanages and my room, arranging winter handiwork and printing, medication making and magic compression courses around Hasse. In addition to that, he was tapped into baptismal practice and aristocratic responses in the winter social world. It was as hard as half-dead.

I did my best to win the respect and praise of my lovely sister.

"Your sister's temple warden appearance was splendid and very nice. I want to be like your sister too."

Charlotte sees me with her sparkling, respectful blue eyes.

... Yes, I wanted this. My efforts have been rewarded!

After lunch, we go back to the big hall and socialize. I will be greeting the adults. Last year I made a massive blessing disturbance with my revealing fesh peel performance, so I escaped the award ceremony and the order of lunch switched, or even left before receiving greetings from the nobles, but not this year.

We must act together as sons of lords and receive greetings from the nobles. And we must appeal to the nobles that even the disturbances caused by Wilfried did not create trenches or anything in the relationship.

I hold my stomach softly as I look around at the nobles who bicker in the Great Hall. Nothing. I didn't eat too much lunch. Thinking about future interactions, it just makes my stomach feel worse.

... How many of these are enemies on earth? It wasn't everyone because it was on your mother's list, and you're most afraid of hiding enemies.

I remember all the noble names on the list I received from your mother, but they don't match your face. I was also an old Veronican to Vilfleet and Charlotte for once, and I turned it around as a better list of people to watch out for, but the time was short, so I don't know if I can remember.

"Dear Rosemaine, Dear Wilfried, Dear Charlotte, Good day to you"

At first I greeted and colluded with the Florentines, so I never had that much stomachache. If I didn't properly introduce Charlotte, who has to go into the world of women from now on, it was also because of her tenacity.

But it really hurts my stomach when I finish my greeting with the Florentines and a conversation with the nobles who come in to explore the scandals that Vilfleet has caused at the hunting tournament.

The aristocrats approached Wilfried with a grin. I will make sure to break in, shelter Vilfriet and Charlotte behind my back, and exchange formal greetings. A grinning smile persists, understanding that he is a nobleman who was blacklisted.

If the nobleman tells me, "I thought a soft cloth flowed to the white tower…", as the clergyman knocked me in, "Please protect Szeria, the goddess of wind, from jumping out from under the lion. Hey, Brother Wilfried," he replies with a laugh.

The aristocrat leaves, saying, "Oh, my God, did you?" But I'm relieved to think this interaction will last forever.

"Rosemaine, what was the nobleman saying earlier?

Wilfried, who was laughing and agreeing, asked me sneakingly and whispered. I answer aloud, too, making sure that I am surrounded by escort knights.

"When I met Veronica of the White Tower, I thought my brother Wilfried had entered the old Veronica faction."

"What did your sister answer?

"There's no way you're leaving Aub Aerenfest," he said.

Not to mention incomprehensible, but Wilfried tilted his neck.

"... that's hard. How does Rosemaine know such rhetoric?

"I was knocked in by Master Ferdinand for today"

I was told to stand on the arrow. He was told by the clergyman not to leave it up to Charlotte, who had just finished his baptismal ceremony with Vilfleet, who did not know what it meant, and who had not yet dealt with the nobility, to tap into the expressions of loathing and sarcasm of the nobility likely to be used in this case.

"I'm sorry I'm impudent."

"Um, sister. Wasn't it really hard because of my favor?

"As a temple chief, any day is something you have to remember. It's not that Charlotte cares."

Though we are stiffened around by side servants and escort knights, it is time for our stomachs to clear and tongue-in-cheek at the many dishes lined up in the Great Hall, and for us children to leave. It's adult time after this.

The three of us take each side of the service, one by one, and four escort knights at a time, back to the far north.

"Brother, sister. I'm glad you're safe."

"You're Karta in the kids' room tomorrow. Let me show you the results of a year of practice."

"Everyone else was practicing, Brother Wilfried."

He turned from the main building table to the back as he spoke to Charlotte about the soothing and winter life in the children's room.

"Oh?"

Just a little further north, I felt the window move slightly.

"What is it, princess?

"Richarda, I think the window over there moved a little bit."

I kept going, "It's my fault, I'm sure," but Charlotte's side service, which was right near the window I pointed to, proceeded to the window.

"The key..."

A window was opened wide with such a voice, and nearly ten blackheads jumped weapons into my hands, like covering my whole body with a black cloth. The momentum pushes the side service that was near the window and rolls into the hallway.

"Yikes!?

"Huh!"

He took a formation that enclosed and surrounded the raiders who had jumped in, as the escort knights, who had moved zah to defend the Lord, stood at the same time altering Starp.

Me and Charlotte will be separated on the far north side and Brother Wilfried on the main building side by an armed raider and escort knight staring at each other.

"Put half on the lord!

Along with such a cry, two Brother Wilfried's escort knights, two Charlotte's escort knights, and my escort knights, Darmuel and Brigitte, cut into the raiders with their weapons in their hands, the conflagration began.

"Brother Wilfried! Please return to the main building and call for help. Brother Lamprecht, hurry!

When I cried out, Osvalt began to run against the main building with Brother Wilfried in his arms. Brother Lamprecht and another escort knight run their weapons in their hands to protect the two of them.

"Sister, let us hurry to the north away. There are boundaries there!

You're already running out, Charlotte's voice is getting farther away, and I can hear you.

Looking back in haste, Charlotte's figure with the two escort knights was running out towards the northern detachment.

Cold sweat tells his back about the status quo where the number of knights he can handle is shredded. I removed my seat belt and rode myself out and shouted.

"Charlotte, wait! Don't you dare!

On the verge of Charlotte plugging into the corridor, three black scumbags jumped in through the window. Two escort knights responded aggressively, but with one remaining standing Charlotte, he jumped out the window.

The sound of a large feather pounding on the bass and sky makes the appearance of a white celestial horse rise in the dark night sky of winter.

The horseman, manipulated by a blackcrumb with Charlotte, spread his wings wide and began to run through the sky.