Ascendance of a Bookworm

Everyone who notices coughing is looking at his uncle. However, given his identity, he should have greeted the Lords and their wives first and foremost.

And I entered toward the lords and their wives, and knelt.

"We apologize for your concern"

"Rosemaine, stand up. I can't even see my face as it is."

When I rose to the voice of my grinning adoptive father, my adoptive father, on the contrary, knelt down and gazed at me. My eyes were full of surprise, and my surroundings purposefully coincided. A lord never kneels in front of someone in his territory. I don't know how to handle it.

But, not caring at all about the ambient blurring, my adoptive father grabbed my cheek and drew it, staring into it, and then picked it gently.

"Um, she looks fine and above all. Ferdinand wouldn't let anyone go to see what was going on alone because he was raided and treated in the Temple's stash room, and everyone was worried."

Speaking of which, the clergyman said he would rule out anyone who prevented him from sleeping. It wasn't the Aya of the Word or anything, and it seemed like my adoptive fathers had really ruled me out by banning me from trying to see how things were going.

"Rosemaine, I've had something to say to them for the past two years."

With that said, my adoptive father took both my hands. I lean my neck, driven by the urge to pull my hand in, not knowing what will happen.

"What is it?

"Not as a lord, but as a father with a son... thank you for saving my children"

My adoptive father, who said so, pressed his forehead against the back of my hand. I don't know what's going on, but maybe it's an act of greatest appreciation.

... Ok thanks, let go of me already! My gaze hurts!

Turning his gaze to his adoptive mother, who stands one step behind his adoptive father, for help, he said, "I am grateful too. You think it's my Virgin, rather than Aerenfest's," he chased. If the lord and his wife bowed their heads in such a way that they would not be able to stay, even though they just ran wild at the cuteness of their sister.

"That's about it for me. Rosemaine is in trouble and stiff."

"Father!

Thanks to your father for putting out the help boat, my adoptive father stood up softly and returned to the usual position of looking down on me.

"Those of you must recover the delay of the last two years before heading to the House of Lords, I hear from Ferdinand. I know it's tough, but best of luck."

"Yes."

"Rosemaine, you can often do too much. Try to work your body a little harder."

With my adoptive father standing up, I ended my greeting to the lords and their wives, so I crossed my hands in front of my chest.

"I should show my face to those who were worried about them."

"I'm afraid so."

Shortly after I turned to your father and mother, he whispered to his adoptive father.

"Rosemaine, Bonifatius is next. Given his identity, Bonifatius is the son of a lord, above Calstead. Don't get me wrong."

... Oops, dangerous, dangerous.

I didn't realize it until I was pointed out, and as I sweat inside, I move forward in front of my uncle.

"Um, uncle. This time... Oh, no, I know you helped me two years ago. If my uncle hadn't found me, I'd have asked Ferdinand if he was dead."

With the thank-you note I wrote earlier, when I spoke to my uncle, my tight-faced uncle nodded heavily, "It looks like Rosemaine is recovering and above all". With a little nervousness, I give you a letter in the form of a heart.

"This is a thank you note, can you take it?

"Oh, of course.... hmm? That's an unusual shape."

"Ugh, it's in the form of a 'heart'. Isn't she cute?

"... what is a heart? Does that make any sense?

To my uncle, who watches as he turns the letter broken by the heart curling in wonder, I nod loud, making and showing the shape of the heart with the thumbs and index fingers of both hands.

"This heart is my favorite form."

It seemed a little on my answer, and my uncle opened his eyes for a few seconds and solidified. And my uncle, who moved out of his grimace, sees my letter with what a difficult face.

"Oh well..."

The silence around you is heavy while your uncle is looking at the letter.

Maybe my uncle didn't like the shape of the heart? My uncle is still active in the Knights and has been asked to represent the Lords. Maybe I should have looked stronger, not cuter.

... my idiot idiot! I don't know if a boy's favorite helmet or a dinosaur might have been happier if I'd thought about it for a second!

Oh, and hold my head, hah. The origami can be re-folded once it is solved. It will have a bit of a strange wrinkle, but it would still be in better shape for you to like.

"Um, uncle. Me, I'll break into another form! Let me break a different one."

"No, no, no, this is good. I liked this shape. You don't have to fold it back."

My uncle said, "I'm fine." I don't need it, "he says, lifting the letter to a high position. I dropped my shoulder a little to the way I cared for me as I panicked.

... I even cared for my uncle, as I cared for Gil in the temple.

Even though I thought it was a failure, I decided to keep sweet on my uncle's kindness and pointed to your letter. There is no origami culture here. Probably can't read the contents of the letter without explaining it.

"Uncle, when you open this letter, you can read the contents."

"Yeah? Open?

"You can't read it like this, can you? Lend me a little."

When I take the letter from my uncle's hand, who remains elusive and frowned upon, I untie and spread the letter of Heart. And as I showed it to my uncle so he could read it, he said, "Now you can read it, right? Right?" he looked up at his uncle.

... ugh!?

My uncle looked down on my letter with a face like the end of the world. He has a bloody face that just opens his eyes wide and says it's incredible. No matter what I saw from anywhere, it wasn't the face of someone happy to get a thank you note.

Like the mayor of Hasse, did he make a hell of a mistake without realizing it? I blush, and compare the letter to my uncle.

"... Dear uncle, could there have been any rude rhetoric or words?

"No, that's not true! I'm just surprised you're able to write very well! Rosemaine's a good writer."

... You never looked like a compliment to me for saying that. "What do you mean!?" Even though it was my face.

If I'm going to give you a thank you note, but you've done something rude, it sucks. My uncle tries to praise me to fix it, but not in others. I have trouble knowing what I've done. If you do anything rude, you must apologize to your uncle.

Looking around in tears with a puffy tremor, someone to help me, I saw the face of my adoptive father desperately laughing.

... No adoptive father. Interesting about my failures.

My adoptive father, whose face he found teasing seeds, just bared up, and I asked his father and mother for help. My mother, who noticed my gaze, moves forward to me.

"Oh, Mother, I, have you made any great mistakes?

"No, you didn't fail, Rosemaine. Don't look like that, like you're gonna cry. It's okay. Hey, Elvira. Rosemaine is well done. Wouldn't you?

Compare me and your mother as your uncle grates.

"Please calm down a little, both of you. … Rosemaine, let me see if I can make a mistake"

"Please, Mother"

When I showed my mother the letter, she looked at it and said, "It's okay. There are no failures or mistakes," he pressed his heartbeat. I stroke my breasts down.

"Master Bonifatius was just surprised because you probably broke your shape. Can this go back to the way it was?

"Yes, fold it back and I'll be right back"

When I nodded loudly, my uncle stroked his chest down like a hoe. Apparently, my uncle doesn't look good on the outside and likes cute things.

I fold back into the shape of a heart on the table. Wilfried and Charlotte peered in with an intriguing face.

"Will a piece of paper take such shape"

"Sister, please write to me next time. It's so cute."

"Of course, thank you."

Seems to have been able to muster some interest and respect for Charlotte. A little happy I grinned on my face and gave the letter of the broken heart to my uncle.

"Dear uncle, go ahead."

Uncle received Hart's letter and looked closely at him again with a difficult face. And snort heavily.

"Uhm."

It's not that I don't like that difficult face, it's like the look on your face when you're watching closely. I looked around in peace. And when I saw the chief cleric's face, I remembered. They asked me to teach them how to strengthen my body.

"Do me a favor, my uncle, and tell me how and how to strengthen my body?

And when I asked him, he opened his eyes, and lifted up his lips. Beat Don and his own chest, and hum his nose.

"Leave it to me! I'll make it strongest in Aerenfest!

Nothing. I don't think this is the way I want to be strongest in Aerenfest, and I don't think I can be. I was about to be killed in training by a strained uncle, and when I felt the danger of death, I hastily added words.

"No, I don't want to be strong, I want to be able to move normally without auxiliary magic equipment"

"... heh, can you move normally?

My uncle blinked as he said he did not know what he had been told.

Until now, it has been exempt from training in view of my lack of physical strength, but I must also train to gain physical strength more than I have become healthy.

"Me, I'm losing too much muscle strength while sleeping in Jurevé, and even if I use magic equipment that assists me in the magic of physical strengthening, I can only move in a crowd. So first of all, we want to be able to move without magic equipment."

Describing my current situation, I look from head to toe so that my uncle peels his eyes off like a little and see if he's really alive.

"Well, that's hard. I've never taught anyone who can't move the magic of physical strengthening. How can anyone who can't move be able to move?

"Huh? Wow, I don't know"

"Are you sure it's okay to specialize?

"Please don't die"

My uncle and I were worried about what to do, and after a long sigh of sighing the clergyman held his temples as if he were frightened, he suggested. As a result, I was to begin by removing the magic equipment on my right arm and practicing using physical enhancement magic only on my right arm.

And the dinner party begins, and it is explained that it was a castle during the last two years. Mostly that's what the clergyman told me. All three of your brothers are guardian knights of the Lords' clan. They were all moistened by their uncles.

"Your uncle is strong, isn't he? Even then, I was wrapped in a cloth, and I couldn't open my eyes because of the medicine, so I couldn't confirm my masculinity."

"Um, I'm strong. I still can't beat Calstead."

My uncle, who sat next to me, told me that there had been a huge difference in the strengths of the knights over the past two years. Apparently, the faces I taught you how to compress magic have grown considerably. Precisely because it's still growing. They say it's the biggest growing apprenticeship stretch that taught them how to compress magic. At the same time, he says, the number of aristocrats who want to know how to compress magic is increasing.

"How about we give a lecture on magic compression once and for all? Well, of course, Rosemaine's health should be a top priority, but a lot of people don't want to know."

My uncle asks how I am and suggests so.

... You do want to know when you compare yourself to someone who is just as wicked and visibly stretched out by your uncle?

I taught you how to compress, other than the leadership focuses on the Lords clan escort knights, many advanced and intermediate knights. They might have convinced themselves that the local power would be different if they were alone. But there's just one example of a junior knight still twitching and increasing his magic. Because of this, he said, those who were originally of the same degree feel a sense of impatience.

"Are the candidates over?

My adoptive father nodded slowly as I turned my gaze to the lord and his wife.

"It's over until we get Rosemaine's approval."

"Now let's do it at the end of the winter social world"

"You said it was over!? It's a long way from here!

My uncle raised his voice to his surprise. And I looked up at my uncle, who was sitting next to me, and nodded.

"The method of magic compression itself is learned in the first year of the House of Lords, isn't it? Then I'd like to determine Brother Wilfried's growth and consider whether to teach. If you're going to let Brother Wilfried in, you can put that escort knight in range."

Slightly, oh, the joyous voice rose from the Vilfleet escort knight standing between the walls.

When I was to teach the Guardian Knight of the Lords' clan, I dismissed the Guardian Knight of Vilfreet as not yet worthy of credit. For this reason, it seemed to stretch poorly except for Brother Lamprecht, who was taught in the family frame.

That was right after Wilfried attacked me, and I don't think I have a choice because I wasn't planning on sleeping for two years. But I taught Charlotte's escort knights, so there must have been a lot of difference between the lord's sons. Isn't that a less favourable thing to do?

To my claim, the chief cleric nodded.

"If Rosemaine is going to give Wilfried the opportunity as soon as possible, that's fine. Rosemayne makes her decision after checking what she does and how she grows. As someone who stands on top, Vilfreet behaves thoughtfully."

"I understand, uncle."

In the course of two years, the relationship between Wilfried and the clergyman seems to be getting a little better. I finished my dinner by hearing from my brothers about my uncle's special training, asking my mother about the progress of the printing business, and from Vilfleet and Charlotte about how the children's room was and how far you studied it.

Starting the next day, a short-term intensive course by the clergyman began. After breakfast, we review yesterday, and when Norbert contacts us, we head to the clergyman's office. And study with the Chief Cleric until lunch. Large quantities of materials are put out on top of two desks lined up, and they are taught more and more. In particular, be thorough about geography and history that is difficult to understand without materials.

After lunch, practice fesh peel with Vilfleet and Charlotte. Feshpeel seemed to have progressed considerably because of how much the chief cleric had gone on a strict schedule and because of the memory of the Reino era. As Rosina said, if my fingers moved, I was reaching a level of difficulty where I could go to the House of Lords without any particular problems.

Once you have finished practicing Feshpeel, the next day there will be a special training of the Knights and an audition for the service dance. Join your uncle and brother Eckhardt in the Knights for special training in physical strengthening magic. Take off your auxiliary magic equipment and practice strengthening and moving your arms with your own magic.

He can't say that while strengthening, he can now strengthen his body if he can't get the horseman out or wave a weapon.

On graduation day, he said, the service dance serves the gods with singing and dancing music, surviving the end of winter and the beginning of spring, celebrating the birth of a new adult.

Twenty top graders are selected from among the knight apprentices to serve the sword dance and seven from the Lordship candidates are selected. I heard others dedicate music and songs. It's an honor to be chosen, both personally and territorially, so they're all going to try to be chosen somehow.

... Feel like graduation stuff?

I understood the graduation song to be a bit daunting. If it was a selection, wouldn't you need to practice? and I talked to the clergyman and he got mad. Graduates of the Lordship candidates are forced to participate, so they would be ashamed if they weren't practicing.

"Can Master Ferdinand dance too?

"Oh, naturally."

... I guess I was with Feshpeel anyway, performing the perfect service dance and fainting the female students.

The audition of the service dance will also take place with Vilfleet and Charlotte. The two seem to have been practicing for another year or so, remembering the mould and being quite like that.

"Men's and women's dances are different, but what we have in common with both is that they revolve around it. The basics of dance are rotation."

Yes, the teacher said. Rather than flying, jumping, and dancing up and down, they say that rotation around elegantly beautiful, lateral movements is the basis of the dance.

"Tension is important for dancing. It looks very much like Kleisel."

Kleisel is a toy that turns, balances and plays just like solo music.

"When Kleisel's going around with beautiful tension, it's going to look like she's standing still, right? And when the tension gets weaker, the rotation hits and stops. When you dance in the same way, you need to feel nervous to the extreme while you appear still. The axis must not be shaken. Nervousness doesn't make it a beautiful dance."

... Speaking of which, a Reina-era Nikko teacher said the same thing.

He said to Reino's mother, "You might be interested, right? Try everything for three years," they daydanced and ballet. I was put on my mother's word that she would buy me a book if my teacher recognized me as improving, and I wanted a book at all, and I archaized. During the lesson, I went through the perfect three years, thinking it was very painful not to be able to read the book.

... now that my body doesn't move at all anymore, it's totally useless knowledge though.

"And above all, all you need is a heart for a service dance. Prayer and gratitude to the gods are the most important things."

... So if you pray seriously, it could be the same thing you did when you revealed Fesh Peel.

"Very well understood"

Now determined to be careful, I was taught the basics of dancing and was to start with flexible gymnastics.

... Ah, right! Body, hard!

After workouts and archery, sweat in the bath and get dressed for dinner. After the meal, I will read for tomorrow's preview, and if Richarda takes up the book, I will go to bed.

Like that, they make me remember new things as every day, and pile up materials to read. It's good to read, but it's hard to remember.

... Still, I'll do my best. I'm going to win Charlotte's respect and be a brilliant and fine sister.

It wasn't that hard to talk about the first year of sorcery relationship seating. On the foundations of magic and demonic stones. Both have attributes, which also involve the gods and are associated with precious colors. Apparently you should remember which attribute is which color. I was in a position to remember the scriptures, and I just listened and understood them well.

The history of the country is difficult. They're long, and they come out with similar names one after the other, and their heads get messed up. In the meantime, I knew the kind of story around the founding of a nation that followed from mythology because it was in the Bible.

"Just remember the general flow. It's only a matter of decades before we need a fine history. In particular, remember carefully the coup d 'état that took place in the centre and what has changed and where it has risen. It also involves relationships in the House of Lords"

I see the royal lineage map that the chief priest is spreading. The royal family still seems to let the children contend and make the slightly more powerful king. He said the previous coup d 'état was caused by a power dispute between the first and third princes, which turned out to be fierce enough to divide the country in half.

The First Prince was defeated, and the Third Prince fell together when he was hit by the First Prince's unleashed assassin at the time of his death. Now they say the Fourth Prince and the Fifth Prince are going to contend again over their respective powers behind their back.

As a result, a massive solemnity was apparently carried out against the Fourth Prince and his relatives and backshield nobles, due to the victory of the Fifth Prince and the fact that the Prince himself was exposed many times to the danger of his life in intense battle.

"Because of that, the power of the state fell gakun, so it's stupid, right?

"Sure you're right, but you're the fool. Watch your mouth. The House of Lords is where the nobleman walks with a big face on his side of the Fifth Prince."

"And speaking of Solemn Qing, it's not just the complete enemy, is it? If you've been solemnized to the princess and her children around here, it's too much, isn't it?

I say so, pointing to the lineage diagram. The royal lineage chart is normally erased by the name of the deceased on a single horizontal line, but those solemnized in the coup d 'état are erased by a bat. The bloodline man was naturally solemnly cleared up to the princesses and grandchildren of his predecessors, who seemed to have little to do with the strife over the tracks.

"You say it's too much... but we don't need any more of the seeds of contention. Isn't it normal to think that?

"That may be true, but if that reduces the number of aristocrats supporting the country too much and the country is rough, I'm pretty sure it's too much. Wouldn't it have been nice to have at least kept as alive as a princess with strong children? I don't think you need to kill me... to let my faction's nobles take over weakened opposition territory."

"Your point makes sense, but the princess can't help being killed. She is a princess who flushed her floating name with various men wanting a little more magical child. If you leave me alone, I don't know when the son of a dead prince will come out."

I was listening to the story and pulling myself to the royalty's all-you-can-do attitude. Honestly, I don't know what's different from a blue cleric when a princess runs her floating name all over and doesn't know whose child is coming out.

"Now that both royalty and nobility are falling dramatically, the royalty, as well as the leading nobility, can't help but want to increase their own clan that is powerful. In your case, you always wear magic aids to strengthen your body, so be careful not to be suddenly exposed, although at first glance you don't seem so magical."

"Oh, my God, I'm scared!

"That's reality. Never let an escort knight or Richarda go in the House of Lords."

I shook my head and nodded again and again in tears with fear.