Ascendance of a Bookworm

I was in a fluffy, soft peachy world.

Even though it's a soft world with its feet fluffy, trying to get somewhere, for some reason there were a lot of hard mountains and all the roads I wanted to get through but couldn't get through.

... What do you want me to do, this?

Hmm, thinking about it, a white ginger appeared on my hand. Tilt a little, a little liquid comes out. If you look closely, the stiff mountain is slightly crumbling with just the liquid.

And I will break the hard mountain with the potato in one hand, as I will break the ice sugar little by little with a little water.

The really hard part is that I can't solve it at all with kachinkatin, but when I'm watering my temper, it's getting better and better. Then, when I kicked Geshigeshi with my leg, it cracked and smashed.

...... hmm. You can go through now.

There are parts that haven't been solved a bit, but I can go through, so, well, okay, I'll go to the next mountain.

In that way I crumbled the hard mountains one after the other.

Sometimes, it is replenished quickly, although there may be times when no more liquid comes out. I thought only of crumbling the mountain, and even kept pouring liquid out of it.

... just one thing, I, really worked hard. Somebody praise me.

I slowly lift my eyelids with a very hard-working sense of accomplishment in my heart.

I saw a shadow in my shaky vision.

Then, after that, a big palm comes in with a zavo of momentum.

And my head was lifted up in his hand, and I was forced to raise my torso half way up.

"Ugh! Ho, ho, ho!

As soon as I was awake my body until I sat down, the air came in through my nose and through my mouth. To unexpected events I cough my eyes black and white in surprise.

... drowning in the air!

And as I was tearing my mouth off, I was slapped hard on the back with a bang once. "Whoo!" and the liquid that was jammed in the back of his chest popped out of his mouth, easier to breathe, but his back is gin.

I glanced up at the man who slapped me on the back with tears.

"It hurts, Chief Cleric."

The most visible figure seemed to be the Cleric Chief.

Inside the hidden room of the temple chief's office, myself sitting in a white box filled with Jurevé. In front of me is a clergyman with a wrinkle between his eyebrows. It was almost the same sight as before I went to bed.

"Did you finally wake up? Whatever it takes, you sleep too much."

"You don't seem to have any particular problems," he exhaled slowly after the clergyman who said so touched his forehead, measured the pulse of his neck muscles, and made some checks.

And I will blink my eyes several times, and I will move my gizzard and my fingers. I can't help myself.

"Me, am I really healthier?

Unlike before I fell asleep, the magic is starting to move as much as I want, but my body doesn't feel much healthier. Is my muscles weakened because I was asleep?

As I moved my hand in the first place as I immersed myself in Yurevé, the chief cleric opened his mouth with a face that seemed really hard to say.

"Ah, Rosemaine. I have very unfortunate news."

"What is it?

"I mean your magic..."

"Yes."

"Not completely solved"

I felt my time had stopped perfectly. Over the course of about a year and a half, the hard work of gathering the material and making the Jurevé comes to mind, and I look up to the Chief Cleric with incredible thoughts.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah!? Wait a minute, please. Why is that? How come you haven't solved it!? Could it have been better for a little while, and when using the potato, it was bad that I lost my hand!?

"I'm not out of my hands"

When the chief cleric told me, as he was angry, I tried to shake my head in haste, but I could not do it, and my head leaned forward. If the chief clergyman had reached out and not held his forehead, he would have nearly sinked into Yurevé again with Bochan.

"It's not about the chief cleric, it's about my dream.... Wow, that makes me lose my head"

The chief clergyman held his temples and exhaled a deep deep sigh. "You woke up, you woke up, you had a headache," he groaned. Ugh, I get stuck in words.

"... well, leave the dream story alone. How come you haven't solved the magic?

"To put it in short, it was too solidified. I also needed Yurevé to unravel the magic that you have been poisoned and consolidated, and not enough quality to completely unravel the original magic."

As I leaned my neck slightly, the Chief Cleric added an explanation as I slapped a ton and a temple.

"Let's say 10 is the magic that was originally solidified in you. I saw the spare time and made a quality Jureivee that 15 makes me solve. But your hardening of magic came to 20 just before, and the quality wasn't enough in Jurevé for 15 to solve.... That's what I'm talking about"

"... is it better than the first?

I look down upon the line of magic that floats over my arms. I don't even know if there was a change in the red line.

The chief priest nodded one as he looked down at me.

"Right. It's not completely solved, but it's pretty much better."

"If it's getting any better, well, no. He was dying..."

Having thought of it as a first step forward, I slowly move my neck and look around.

I saw a crate placed right near the white box I was in, with five books stacked on top of it. It's a type of Japanese spelling book made in the Rosemaine workshop, but it doesn't look familiar at all.

"Chief Cleric, what is this?

"Did I say Gil? This is the book your side brought. If I stacked up the book, I'd say you'd get up early, and I'd give it up every time I could do something new, so I stacked it up."

Oh, my God, they were asking Gil to stack the printed book.

"Wow, it's a new book"

The moment I tried to reach out with joy and courage, I realized that my hand was all over Yurevé's drug fluids. This fool, said the chief cleric, narrows his eyes.

"Touch it with your hands and it'll get dirty."

"... right?

"I see signs of awakening, so I'm letting you prepare for a bath. Wait a little longer."

"Huh.... is that it?

I seemed asleep enough to have five books I had never seen. When I realized that, I blinked my eyes several times.

"Um, Chief Cleric. I'm sorry to bother you... but how long have I been asleep?

"You slept for about two years.... but, well, I'm glad I made it to the House of Lords"

"... Yes?

... about two years?

And I peeled away my eyes at the words which were not to be heard.

"Wait a minute. Me, how old are you now?

"At the age of 10, in the fall, the harvest festival was just over. You'll be in the House of Lords in winter."

To the word of the chief priest, I panic lightly.

It was winter at the age of 8 that I used Jurevé, but now I say it is autumn at the age of 10. Apparently, I, I skipped the whole 9 year old.

"Oh, no! Where the hell is my 9 year old!?

Ooh, and holding his head, the chief clergyman gently glanced over his shoulder.

"I went through seven twice in your case, so you'd be making a deal, wouldn't you?

"I can't take it at all. Yikes!

I wasn't expecting to stay 7 years old, but I had absolutely no plans to fly 9 years old.

"... Chief Cleric, I feel like I haven't changed at all when they say I'm 10 years old."

I don't feel any difference in the size of my hands in my eyes. I can't believe that this is only two years old.

"While immersed in Jurevé, life activities other than unraveling magic are significantly reduced. It's like he was half dead. … do not grow"

That's what the clergyman said, gently out of sight.

... I'm just a little healthier, but I, after losing my 9, seem to have decided to go to the House of Lords without growing up.