Ascendance of a Bookworm

The horse was running and moving. Every time I rock with a gack gack, a dull shock comes to my stomach.

I remain wrapped in cloth, so I can't see the surroundings at all. I can just shake it and see it being transported somewhere.

... Is that it? Your eyelids are stuck?

I realized that my eyes were opening and closing due to the shock of shaking, and that I couldn't even blink on my own. My neck hits that I don't have any more parts left to move myself.

The idea came to me all the time that all the senses were gone and I wonder if I would die like this. In the present circumstances, I feel likely to be so, and I desperately shake off that terrible idea.

... No, no, that blackcrumb didn't make me take a dying pill because he said "carry it to the carriage" or "that would be happier," did he?

It is also weird to speak to the enemy, but in the sense that he is thus slowly approaching death, he even wants to base the enemy's words so that the drowning grasp the straw as well.

Just so I can't resist, I'm not supposed to kill you. Those gray eyes were cold eyes that treated me like things, but not eyes that were willing to kill me. If I was going to kill him, I would have been most certain to kill him on that spot.

I tell myself it's okay, it's okay, and where I was getting just a little peace of mind, another, unpleasant feeling comes to mind.

... Safe for others, but not lethal for me, is it?

I desperately shake off the worst anticipation that the answer "seems likely" has come to mind.

It's still on the castle grounds. If the Wilfries have returned to the main building and reported the raid, it's time for a rescue mission.

... go north away where the raid was, listen to Charlotte's kidnapping noise, and then, over here...

I predict the movement of the rescue with cold sweating thoughts.

Will the rescue come to me? Will you notice the horses running through the woods like trees? Will it be enough to hold my breath in time for the medicine to turn?

... If you're the chief cleric, you might make it.

Even if they're taking poison, a mad-scientist clergyman familiar with the medicine should be able to do something about it. I believe in the omnipotence of the Chief Cleric.

... Chief Cleric, help me!

Suddenly the explosion sounded.

A horse running in regular footsteps until now, startled by the explosion that took place nearby, rises momentously on his hind legs with a screaming hissing (nasty).

I was tied up like luggage, my body just jumped a little, but the man on board seemed surprised by the explosion and the horse that suddenly stood up, screaming.

"Wow!

Was it driven even more by fear with that voice, when the horse ran rampant and screwed up? Looks like the other horse who was running next door also ran wild, and the footsteps running away in another direction.

"Calm down! Stop!"

The sound of the explosion made the shaking worse because the horse ran rampant, and I could hear the upward voice of a man whose horse was no longer visible, but the view in my eyes and the situation remained the same.

Until then, the woods at night, which were so quiet that only the foot sounds of the horse, became noisy immediately after the damning explosion. You can hear the birds and beasts around you running away with a surprising squeal.

Shortly afterwards, despite being wrapped around a cloth, the voice rang loud enough to tremble all over my body.

"The fool who took my only granddaughter was you. Ahhh!

The air jumping into my ears seemed to be shivering, and my heart shrunk up that all senses should be strange. To its loud voice and content I know the identity of the man who came to the rescue.

... Dear Uncle!?

The horse stood still again in a yell louder than the previous explosion, which made him feel deeply angry.

... Huh? The horse stopped standing?

The horse then slowly falls. Feeling the way I fell, I turned bright blue. Depending on the way you fall, I'm tied up as the underside of the horse.

... Dear Uncle, Hands Off Pleas!

Hii, no, no! And when I was screaming without screaming, the commandment that had bound me to the horse was cut off, and I felt that I could be lifted up to someone quickly.

"Rosemaine, are you in?

Undoubtedly, it is my uncle who lifts the cloth that I am wrapped in, shakes it unconstitutionally, and speaks to me to confirm my safety. But my whole body is stuck, and I can't reply, and I can't complain.

... Dear Uncle, Up and Down Reverse! I don't feel it, but there's blood on my head! Stop it! Don't shake it!

"I haven't heard back! No way, isn't he dead!? Rosemaine, I'm gonna get you out of here right now!

When I wondered if I had such a voice, the position of my body, which was swinging upside down, turned sideways. But it was also between us that I was horrified.

My uncle grabbed the end of the cloth and said, "Hmm!," he raised his tempered voice. Shaking basically, feeling the motion to strip the cloth, I desperately make a stop in my heart.

If my uncle shakes his cloth with all his might, he must fly away with me and others.

... Wait, wait, stop! Somebody stop your uncle! I'm gonna die!

There was no way that a stop that would not be my voice would reach my uncle, and my uncle, who had thought of getting me out of the cloth quickly, grabbed the cloth and shook it badly.

Immediately afterwards, I will follow the movement of the cloth and grunt! and his body turned at high speed, jumped out of the cloth and, as he had expected, was thrown into the air with momentum.

My body flies as I rotate laterally at high speeds.

...... Hiaaaaaaaaaah!

"Wow! Rosemaine!?"

Someone caught me in a hurry as I heard my uncle screaming.

"Dear Bonifatius! Didn't Calstead tell you that if I mistreated you, I would die!? Isn't Rosemaine peeling her white eyes!

"... Ferdinand, you're not dead, are you?

He yells at me, and I hear a little blurry familiar.

The chief cleric gently slapped me on the cheek or gauged my pulse, returning it cold.

"I have no response at all, so I can't say I'm safe, but I have a pulse"

... The Chief Cleric is the benefactor of my life.

After the treatment of my uncle, the treatment of the chief cleric seems so gentle and polite. I want to thank my father for keeping my uncle away.

"Totally. I know you're worried, but even the healthy can die in that one. Are you all right, Rosemaine?

With that said, the Chief Cleric will examine my contents thoroughly. After measuring his temperature and pulse, the clergyman came pretty close to his face. I feel exhaled in my mouth.

"Smells like medicine"

With that whine, I could see the tension running around me. And there shall be a roar, and a piece of paper shall penetrate my mouth. Then the chief cleric muttered in a low voice that made him angry, "More than that, did you use that one?"

"... not good"

"What's up, Ferdinand?

"If we don't detoxify it as soon as possible, Rosemaine will die as it is"

"Become!?

My uncle and my heart shouted perfectly together. I thought maybe I would die as I am, but when the Cleric Chief assures me, I just think of it as a definite future, not a possibility.

The chief cleric made a metal noise with the chatter. Immediately after, the smell of the medicine pops into my nose. Shortly after I wondered if he had taken out one of the medicine holders that was lowered to his waist, he was gutted open his mouth and stuck in a cloth that stained the medicine.

Precisely, the chief cleric seems to have wrapped a cloth stained with medicine in his index finger and stuck it in my mouth. Apply medicine to my mouth as if I were brushing my teeth.

... hagga!

"This is only a medicine to weaken and suppress the effects of the drug, it's just a buy of time. If you go to the workshop, there's no antidote."

With a cloth stuck in my mouth, the chief cleric pulls out only his own fingers.

"Then tell the doctor right away..."

"No, I'm the one who knows the most about Rosemaine's frailty and the right amount that can be dosed. We will treat and rehabilitate you in the temple's workshop."

The chief cleric said so, wrapped my body in cloth again. He's got air in his face, so he wasn't wrapped up like an object. And lift up my body. The clergyman was relieved to breathe easier by positioning his head.

"Said it was a temple!? Treating Rosemaine in such places…"

For the aristocrats, the temple is not like turning to your feet in preference. I guess that's why your uncle also shows difficulty in treating you in the temple. But for me, there are more forgiving side services than the castle, and there is a reassuring place in Jurevé where the clergyman's workshop was also built.

"It's better than a castle, just in that no extra nobility comes by. I don't have time for this, so excuse me."

"Ferdinand, wait! Rosemaine takes care of us at home"

"I'm the only one who can save Rosemaine now! Get out of my way!

Abandoning his polite attitude, the chief cleric yelled at his uncle. to the wrath contained therein. I cool my liver.

If the battle between the chief clergyman and his uncle begins here, I will surely die.

Power caged in the arms of the chief priest holding me up.

"Dear uncle, leave Rosemayne to Master Ferdinand. Master Ferdinand, take this! It's the magic stone of Rosemaine."

Brother Cornelius had a voice. Apparently, Brother Cornelius was picking up a demonic stone for the horseman. I found you cleaning up on your hips hardware.

I tried to move my mouth to thank you, but my mouth still doesn't move.

"Rosemaine, I'm sorry I couldn't protect you."

I found Brother Cornelius stroking my cheek. It was enough to help Charlotte and Angelica, but Brother Cornelius's voice is dark. I want to say, "Never mind," but I don't have a voice.

"Cornelius, if you're sorry, catch whoever harmed Rosemaine. The opponent should have been noble. So Lady Bonifatius crushed me just for a lower job, not a nobleman"

The chief cleric's voice is limping. I get a hint that I'm so angry.

"... Dear uncle, the foot sound of the horse I heard was for two heads. Somewhere in the woods, they think."

"I would also ask Master Bonifatius to prosecute the murderer who brought Rosemaine into this kind of sight. Catch them while you can get information. Please don't let it crush your head like the man there. You won't even be able to explore your memories."

To the word of the chief priest, I was glad that I had not opened my eyes now. I don't want to see a man crushed in the head by his uncle.

"Okay. Let's go, Cornelius! Ferdinand, please my granddaughter"

"I did accept"

My uncle immediately rushes out to "capture the killer". "My grandfather's rampage is stopped by my grandson," Brother Cornelius told the clergyman. He also hurries to follow his grandfather.

Immediately after the chief clergyman moved and felt that he had been re-hugged, there was a sound of the feathers moving badly. It was the sound of the chief priest's horseman moving out.

"Rosemaine, I will definitely help. So fight the pills till the end."

From the movement of the cloth that remains stuck in my mouth, I can see it rushing toward the temple with terrible speed.

At such a speed that perhaps no one else could follow him, the Chief Cleric returned to the Temple.

The chief priest starts walking fast with his big crotch, and realizes that I have returned to the temple to the smell of flutter and overall drifting incense.

It's time the 7 bells are already ringing. There are few signs of people in the temple, and Shin is quiet. Only the chief cleric's footsteps sounded cuttlefish among them.

"Let it pass."

When the chief cleric said so, there was a sound of the door opening like a hippy, breathtaking voice panicking. "Fran," the chief cleric called out, reveals that he is in the temple chief's office.

"Chief Cleric, what the hell... Dear Rosemaine!?

Looks like Fran was in the room as his bedtime, and he raised his voice to his surprise. The chief clergyman explains as he deposits my figure with Fran.

"It was raided and poisoned. I'm going to do the detoxification. I'll get the pills from the workshop, so let me change my clothes to something white. And don't take the handkerchief that's in your mouth. Contains medicines to reduce the progression of poison."

"Yes, sir."

Fran rang the bell to call for side service with one hand as he held me up. Soon there will be butterflies and multiple footsteps, and the sidelines will gather.

"Nicola, Monica! Let Master Rosemaine change into white clothes immediately. Thurm, fritz, gill. Keep room lights and temperatures up."

"Yes!"

Nicolas and Monica are not the only ones who can make me change without any strength in my whole body, and with Fran supporting me, the buttons on my back are removed, and the hair decorations are removed.

"Dear Rosemaine, please hold on"

"Fran, is Master Rosemayne okay?

It seems anxious that I will not react at all, and Nicolas and Monica ask Fran.

"Chief Cleric is here"

The voice of Fran, who answers so, is also stiff, and I found my hand supporting me slightly trembling.

"Coming in."

Declare so, and when the clergyman comes in sooner than the side service returns a reply, he leaves something on the concoction and the table.

Though unconscious, the chief cleric is not at all attentive, even though the lord of the room is in the process of dressing. Its acuteness seemed to indicate the danger to my life, and I felt my heart go faster.

"Oh, it's good to stay on that skin anymore. Wrap it in a cloth so it's not cold. It's a waste of time. After the detoxification, I'll use Jurevé."

As the chief cleric put it, I thought it was wrapped in cloth so it wasn't cold, and I heard "lend it to me, Fran".

Looks like the clergyman sitting in the chair gave it to me. That's what I thought, they pulled out my mouth handkerchief and stuck an elongated stick in it instead. Is it like a spot? Little by little the medicine comes into my mouth. It doesn't taste like anything.

... Either the medicine doesn't taste or I don't have a taste?

The clergyman, who had finished pouring in the medicine, took my pulse and exhaled softly.

"I still have a pulse. Probably made it.... Fran, hold and support this position until the medicine is working. Be careful, because depending on the position of the tongue you will not be able to breathe."

"Okay."

Once again Fran receives my body from the Chief Cleric and supports me as I watch out for the position of my head and body.

"I'll be at Yulevé's side."

I can see the sheriff's footsteps going away.

And when I was brought to Fran, many signs approached.

"Fran, is Master Rosemayne okay?

"I got the Chief Cleric's medicine, so it's decided to be okay. The Chief Cleric said he was on time."

Fran's voice is somewhat soft, trusting the clergyman. And when Fran undertakes to be sure, his grief fades a little from the surrounding atmosphere as well.

"I'll read you a book. So cheer up, Master Rosemaine"

That's what I said, and Gil started reading pictures. While my heart was warming and soothing, the Cleric Chief's medicine seemed to have worked. It seems my lips moved just a little bit.

"Ah! Master Rosemaine is laughing, Gil. Sounds like you're hearing me."

Nicolas sounded happy. Gil's phonetic reading got a little louder. And Nicolas and Monica started cleaning up hair decorations and costumes as if they were a little relieved.

By the time Gil finished reading a picture book, his mouth was moving a little and he was starting to gain a little strength in his lid. With a few efforts, I can finally open my eyes.

"Dear Rosemaine!

Good, and I saw the faces of the servants who surrounded me and rejoiced. My lips didn't move very well, but I try to speak up somehow.

"... Shin, Kan..."

"Don't force me"

"Be quiet until the medicine works"

I'm glad to see the presence of the side servants who come by and worry about me, realizing that the environment I was slaughtering was far away, and I'm horrified.

"... a little, I'm starting to have a voice"

"Your body doesn't seem to move yet, so stay like this for a while longer"

I reply, "Yes," as I have been brought to Fran. If you try to snort poorly, you risk your head falling off gakun and not being able to mention your face on your own.

"Hey, Fran. Me, I'm going to use Jurevé, right?

"That's what the Chief Cleric said, so it will be."

The clergyman has asked me that if I use Jurevé, I will lose consciousness for a while. Then it would be better to just give the instructions before using Yulevé.

"Now deliver the letter you are preparing to everyone in the lower town. Then ask the Chief Cleric so that my exclusives, who have left them in the castle, can also be returned to the temple.... As far as the Temple is concerned, it is the same as my prolonged absence when I went to the castle. My side of the service is excellent, so I'm sure I won't be late while I'm using Jurevé, thank you."

"I'll take care of it"

When I ask for something later along with some caveats, I decide to head to the den.

The antidote is starting to move the body a little bit, but the magic in the body isn't moving much. It may be a discretionary self-judgment, but I don't think it's in good shape.

"Fran, I'm going to the stash room. I'm sorry, may I have it carried? If you're with me, you should let me in."

"Yes, sir."

Have Fran lift me up, and I will reach out to the trembling hand that will not yet be my freedom, and touch the demonic stone of the door of the concealed room. I can see the magic flowing a little bit, but it's not the usual state.

"Chief Cleric, Master Rosemayne is awake."

When he managed to open the concealed door, the clergyman filled the white box with Yulevé so that he did not know if it was a bath or a coffin with white water.

"Chief Cleric, the magic doesn't work very well. Looks like it's hardening."

"Drink Yulevé immediately."

A changed complexion clergyman poured a yurevé into the cup and gave it to Fran. I softly add my hand to the cup with a hand that I will not yet be completely free, while I ask Fran to support me and drink Yurevé. By feeling a little sweet, I found that my taste was returning.

Even while I was drinking Jurevé, the Chief Cleric kept pouring Jurevé out of white watermarks all the time. It felt like the contents of the pan were diminishing, even though Jurevé had been coming out of the water drain that wasn't so big, and didn't even touch the pan instead.

"It's like you're connected."

"It's like, not connected. … that's about it"

That's what the clergyman said. He put the watermark down with a cot. Then lift me up and let me sit in a white box filled with Jurevé. Inside the white box lay the magic formations, and the moment I sat, the lines of magic rose red in my body.

"You don't seem to have a problem with the magic team.... but your magic..."

Whimpering low, the Chief Cleric watches the flow of my arms and neck. My eyelids are getting heavier and heavier as the chief clergyman examines some.

"... I'm kind of sleepy, Chief Cleric"

"Oh, the pills must have worked. You should sleep here like this. Good night, Rosemaine."

"Good night, Chief Cleric. Later, please."

"Oh, I'll rule out anyone who interferes with your sleep. Sleep in peace."

The great hand of the chief priest covers my eyes. At the same time, my consciousness softly drops. I was slowly feeling my body immersed in Yurevé.

The feeling of the whole body immersed in every swinging liquid was, for some reason, terribly nostalgic and terribly reassuring.