Ascendance of a Bookworm

When there are more than one Lordship candidate in the same territory, head to greet them at the same time. A senior nobleman of the most senior students greets a territory without a Lordship candidate as a surrogate.

The order of Aerenfest came as I read such an insanity as I watched my surroundings greet me. I ask Brunhilde to take me down from my chair, and Vilfleet rises.

"He asked me to take him down from his chair..."

Cunt and mockery leaked out of the perimeter.

Wilfried's face is stretched into words that are exchanged in a low voice to the extent that they are sufficient to deliver them to us. When I saw the hard expression and the tightly gripped fists, I could see that the teasing words that were hissing around were damaging Wilfried more than me.

... because Brother Wilfried is not used to being told.

I have been told since my civilian days that I am small, small, and there are many things I have been told all I want to say to a nobleman dressed in a kasaga. To add, I don't think anything in particular where strangers tell me I'm a mess, regardless of who I'm close to. But Wilfried doesn't seem to be.

"Brother Wilfried, I am fine, no matter what you say, as long as I am a stranger. We have a lot of allies."

When he took Wilfried's tightly gripped hand and said so small, he began Wilfried and his proximity nodded lightly.

"... well. Okay, let's go, Rosemaine."

As I walk, I take my proximity and head straight to the royal seat.

Whatever they say, keep your chest up, remember to smile grandiose, and never lean down. This is what they kept telling me when I started dating nobles and souring my teats. Again this time, I moved my legs with a smile on my face as I was told.

Walking to the front in front of a certain royal seat, he kneels down and crosses his hands in front of his chest. And I have to drop my neck and say hello to you for the first time.

It was the beautiful prince with the eyes of Gray in his luxurious golden hair who nodded with dignity as he looked down at us. "It would be disappointing if the prince were a scrupulous worker," he whined somewhat, hearing from the chief cleric, "There are many beauties who are high in rank, because they make all beauties their wives," but I see, he has the appearance to snort.

"Please allow me to pray for blessings to Prince Anastasius, to the tough sorted and rare encounter of the god of life, Averibe"

"Forgive"

Me and Wilfried, with permission, magically bless the ring. I carefully enchanted only a little so as not to overdo it.

... All right.

Wilfried's greetings continued as he was heartily relieved that he had been able to give a blessing the same size as Wilfried.

"I'll see you first, Prince Anastasius. From Aerenfest, Wilfried and Rosemayne came to the occasion to learn how to be aristocrats as they deserved Jürgenschmidt. After that, I want you to know me."

Anastasius, who was listening to our greetings, raised his voice, "Face up". When I slowly raised my face, I found myself staring down at me with my eyes narrowed. Looking from top to bottom, Anastasius snarls his nose with "Hmm".

"Did I say Rosemaine? Is that better than the Virgin of Aerenfest? It was rumored to be the owner of a merciful heart with rare beauty and wisdom, and as much magic as it could be served as the adoptive daughter of a lord... where?

... I'd love to hear when you were served like that!

"Rumors are a lot more convenient and easy to distort. I've never heard such rumors before. Is there a lot of people who mix with rumors from another person or say things funny and big?"

If such rumors had been circulating among the nobles, I take it for granted that they would see me and laugh. Whatever you think, it's an excessive compliment to a child as young as the one who finished the christening ceremony.

Anastasius narrowed his eyes slightly, for it was not funny that I had flushed lightly.

"Not at all...... Aerenfest is in a lot of trouble when it comes to tailoring a child to the Virgin with just a little bit of magic."

You're right, Master Anastasius.

That's the prince, that you are wise, and I laugh nicely, lifting it appropriately.

"Ho?

"As you know, Aerenfest is a territory that is neither particularly desirable nor sufficient to take. There's so little magic in tailoring a child like me to the Virgin that she has to be adopted. So much so that I have an unfulfilled wish that the flowers I have offered to God will not return to this hand."

... Even though it's a troubled bottom-line territory, it's only because your clan had an extra coup d 'état that they gathered magic around them and made it even harder. Just give it back to the priests who took it to the central temple.

I lay my hand on my cheek and leaned my neck, spitting such poison in my heart.

The center flashly solemnly gathered the missing nobles and clerics from the provinces, so the operation may continue without any problems, but the provinces taken are hard. It makes me a little angry when the protagonists mock the various territories into confusion.

"Say you've become the Virgin to put your territory together, but where you've become the Virgin more, it doesn't look like Aerenfest is coming together anything else. You must have been attacked by a self-proclaimed nobleman.

"Yeah, when power shifts, any difference, big or small, confusion is what happens. I'm glad I made my own sacrifice."

"Hmm."

Anastasius raised his eyebrows slightly and waved as if they were not funny. Me and Wilfried rise to the signal of "back off" and resign from the spot.

... you're finished without difficulty. Good, good.

But the prince didn't finish his greeting alone. Instead, this is the real deal. I was tempered and decided to turn to say hello.

Large and medium territories in the 1st to 5th place really didn't seem to put Aerenfest on their teeth either, they only did blessings without being told anything in particular and ended up with very few words exchanged.

Then head to say hello to Arlensbach in 6th place. Dietrinde, a facade very similar to Georgine, greeted me with a gentle smile.

"Dietrinde, forgive me for praying for blessings to the rigorously sorted and rare encounter of the god of life, Averibe"

"I forgive you."

Dietrinde laughed nicholly as me and Wilfried magically blessed the ring.

"It's good to see you, Wilfried. You invited my mother to Aerenfest two years ago, didn't you? I was so excited to take you to Aerenfest."

In the Lord's Son, you have little chance to meet other kinsmen, do you? and Dietrinde grins innocently.

"But with Rosemayne asleep under attack, they would have stopped us from heading to Aerenfest, wouldn't they? I'm terribly sorry. It's good to see you in the House of Lords. Please get along."

"Nice to meet you"

Dietrinde also deepened his grin when Wilfried answered with a social smile.

"Wilfried, you don't have to behave like that. I'm a fourth grader, so you can always count on me."

"I'm afraid so."

When I also answer with Wilfried, Dietrinde puts his hand on his cheek and leans his little neck.

"Hey, Wilfried. I hear that Rosemaine fell asleep in Jurevé after being poisoned. Sometimes a parent's medicine doesn't suit you. It's very rare to have to sleep for two years, but is there anything unusual about your body?

It will have been a long time, Dietrinde says worryingly, but his eyes will not be directed towards me.

"Don't worry about Rosemaine. We are recovering to the extent that we can come to the House of Lords in this way. Dietrinde's kind words, I'm delighted."

"Dear Dear Dietrinde, Thank you for your concern. I'm used to falling asleep because it's not originally sturdy, and I'm fine now."

"Yes. So can we go visit Aerenfest this summer? I want to get along better with Wilfried."

I frowned unexpectedly, realizing that the smile that could be directed at Wilfried would never be directed this way.

... Some attitude is obvious, but what's the aim?

It's good that I just don't like it, but there's a chance there's something there. And I don't know how much Dietrinde knows.

"In order to include the nobility of other territories, first of all, you will need permission from Aub Aerenfest, so I will not reply to you at all in my presence"

"Right. I'm hoping you'll find something to drink from Vilfleet."

My presence remains largely ignored, my greetings with Ahrensbach are over and I turn next. Standing still, I think.

... the prince seemed to know that I had fallen in the wake of a raid by a self-governing nobleman, but where is how much information flowing?

Is it a well-known fact that I fell asleep in the aristocratic society? Or is Dietrinde's word a restraint that maybe means he knows anything about Aerenfest?

I have no idea. I have decided to leave all the questions flowing with an ambiguous smile, no matter what anyone asks me, so as not to give extra information.

The 7th-12th place small and medium-sized territory is one that is fiercely contending with Aerenfest for its current ranking. Sometimes the position is switched around in a year, so the hit is the most intense and the story is often spicy.

Everyone says as they have indicated that they did not think it was such a child who is rumored to be the Virgin of Aerenfest. However, in the shadow of this mockery there seemed to be a fear of being turned upside down, a clear relief that I was not the Virgin as rumored.

"It's sick, you can't force it"

Let's cut each other some slack.

"I'm glad to see you as a reciprocal."

In these three I finished my greeting with a mockery.

I don't know how much the replacement of rank affects me yet, but when I get spiteful words so far, on the contrary, I want to try my best to improve my ranking.

... the activities of the Aerenfest Performance Improvement Committee, let's do our best.

When we have finished greeting ourselves, we shall receive greetings from those who are lower than ourselves. After all, those close in rank seem to be hostile to this one. Among them was a lord's candidate from Flavel Turk, next to the west.

Flavel Turk ranks 15th this year. As a middle territory, it becomes the lowest. Before I fell asleep, I should have been in the process of losing a coup d 'état and rebuilding my territory. I was helping fill the little chalice of Flavelturk for two years. Yet still 15th, I guess, is still struggling to rebuild the territory.

... maybe because of my refusal to fill the Little Holy Grail of other realms.

In response to my adoptive father, who undertakes every year, I said three years ago in the winter, "This is the last time. I won't do it anymore," he refused.

Besides, I fell asleep in Jurevé. I do not believe that we have taken on the Little Holy Grail of other realms in a situation where we have to mobilize all the way to Wilfried and Charlotte to fill and circle the direct jurisdiction. Even if I did, I wouldn't have that much leeway.

Flavelturk, who can no longer rely on Aerenfest for his magic, must have fallen even further in rank in the past two years.

"Vilfleet, Rosemaine. Allow me to pray for blessings to the tough sorted and rare encounter of the God of Life, Averibe"

"I forgive you."

"I'm Ludiger from Flavel Turk. I'm in fifth grade. On their own, my parents are brothers and sisters, so I feel a very dark blood connection with Vilfleet."

It was Lüdiger who knelt down and blessed him. He just says the blood connection is thick, and the face is very similar to that of Wilfried. The colour of the hair is the same colour as that of Vilfleet and the colour of the eyes is the same blue as that of Charlotte. If Wilfried and Rüdiger were in line, they really looked like brothers.

"I won't stop hoping that if we can have a friendly relationship, too, like our parents did"

"Nice to meet you"

At the end of a street greeting, lunch was carried. Eating with me are Haltmut and Brother Cornelius and Leonore. Brunhilde will serve me, and Angelica will escort me.

I took a puffy bite, and, um, I roared. It's an ordinary noble meal. I was wondering if the central meal would be more sophisticated and tasty because Aerenfest is one country, but if there is a Lords' Conference once a year and there is this kind of interaction in the House of Lords, then maybe the culture such as meals can be taken in quite a bit. It didn't taste like highlighting it.

However, there were ingredients that I had never seen at Aerenfest, so I would like to see a variety of ingredients. It is difficult for me to go to the pantry, though I will not have a chance to see it.

"… the flavor is normal"

"Until a few years ago, I didn't think there was any better food."

Haltmoot laughed bitterly. The meal in the dorm changed three years ago, and then, they taste better every year. It would also be significant that cooks are getting used to new ways of cooking.

"You can't really talk about cooking."

Then they talked about the greeting of the day, and the salaried and flushed attitude was good, Hartmoot praised me. I really have a lot to think about and hear about my relationship with other territories, but I can't talk about it here. That will be the story when I get back to the dorm.

"Let's also flush post-meal socialization at this rate without difficulty. Master Rosemayne should sit here without moving around, as he will pass through sick and weak this year. I'll go around collecting information."

"Okay. Haltmoot, please."

As I was dining with such a meeting, dessert was carried. Garrett with a trabe jam on it with some really cute little bird sugar treats on it.

It looked glittery and served very beautifully. The taste of this kind of serving is neither in Hugo nor in Ella. As much as I want to take it home and show it to you for study.

"You don't feel like breaking down."

With that said, I took a bite of the garrett with red jam. At the next moment, let too many shocks black-and-white your eyes and lose your words. It was vicious sweetness.

I fell out of dessert in two bites to the sweetness of just saying that I should use a lot of expensive sugar for now.

... Ugh, that's so cool in your mouth.

When I put the cutlery down and mouthed the beverage, my surroundings groaned, "though the first bite or two are delicious," and looked alike. Everything is best.

Lower the cup gently, and I exhaled in a ho.

"Will my recipe book be popular even in the center? If you think this is delicious, it might be difficult."

"I think it's going to be fashionable, but I think it's going to take a long time before the cook gets the technology and the flavor improves. Because our chef seems to have had a hard time."

I nodded slowly at the words of my brother Cornelius. Where the recipe has flown, technology won't catch up any time soon. Perhaps until then, no matter which tea party you are invited to, you will have to fight such vicious sweetness.

... I'm even more scared of the tea party.

"It would be nice to spread the recipe book in the center, but I think Rosemaine-like recipes should be shown little by little rather than all at once. Apart from the recipe books, does Master Rosemaine have any recipes or information that can be said to be in his hands?

I raised my eyebrows gently as if Haltmoot were testing me. I lay down the cutlery once, and after wiping my mouth, I laugh and answer.

"Of course, we have information that we can put out of our territory, information that we can put out to the Aerenfest leadership, information that we have only told our parents, information that I only hold… we naturally divide our food recipes into private and public portions."

Haltmoot's eyes sparkled with joy.

"I'm looking forward to that. So how do we create the legend of the Virgin?

"... Huh? You don't need to make a Virgin Legend or anything like that. I want to be buried as a general student."

Because of this, the surrounding atmosphere is "hey, it's no big deal to say Virgin". As I am, I want to bury myself as a general student and live in peace and stability. The House of Lords decided to spend time in a cage in the library.

But Haltmut, having heard my hope, narrows his eyes a little and raises the edges of his lips. Even though it seemed calm, it made me smile without telling you whether or not to.

"Unfortunately, I can't do that. Because the presence of the Virgin is essential to increase the influence of Aerenfest."

"Haltmoot?"

... Is that it? Isn't something weird switched on?

From there, Hartmoot began to talk about his first encounter with the legend of the Virgin.

How dare Haltmoot be brought to my baptismal ceremony by Otilier, apparently. "She will be my lord from now on," Otilier, her mother, pointed out to me as a young me at the Baptist ceremony.

Hartmoot said he was disappointed in his child's heart, in his younger child, and in his mother, who would serve the same senior aristocratic daughter as himself, even though she would be adopted by the Lords.

"But Master Rosemayne blessed all visitors with a baptismal blessing return. It was the first blessing of scale I saw as the blue light overflowing from the ring poured heavily into the hall. It was the first time I was impressed by the blessing."

Apparently my blessing was an event deeply engraved in Haltmoot's heart. But that's the legend of the Virgin Mary that the guardians planned. Haltmoot is completely deceived.

"That was a conspiracy by my guardians. It was plotted to adopt the nobles without complaining. I am not the Virgin."

"That's not the only reason I certified Lady Rosemaine as a Virgin"

"I wish I could kick it down because I'd become more of a contender for the next generation than I've been adopted," said Haltmoot, whose mother told me of my running to rehabilitate Wilfried in the fall. If I were close, I would think about how I would get rid of Vilfleet and say I advanced to Otilier.

But Otilier said, "Master Rosemaine doesn't want that. That one only has a mind to pull everyone up. It would be more effective to serve Master Rosemayne as the Virgin while lifting everyone up," he rejected.

"Then I thought about how it would be effective to make the legend of the Virgin. As a result, I couldn't think of going beyond what Master Ferdinand thought."

In the meantime, winter revelations have caused me to do the rare thing of blessing God with his music. As far as I was concerned, it was a blessing that I stopped in surprise and panic, but it seemed different around me.

"The light of blessing, zero from the fingers that claw the fesh peel, was truly beautiful. Blessings toward the Ryden shaft would have slowly flowed toward the ceiling while spreading across the great hall, wouldn't they?

... Really? That time I said, "I did it. I don't know what to do," and I'm full of heads, and I don't remember anything at all.

I can only remember the surprise of being blessed on my own and the forced exit of the clergy chief.

"That's when I was sure. Lady Rosemayne is the Virgin who goes beyond Ferdinand's plan. I also want you to recognize Lady Rosemaine as the Virgin."

I spared no effort to do so, and I was told, and I let my cheeks snap.

I thought Haltmoot was a commonsense Justkus, but he didn't seem to be. I don't know how fast my Virgin legend will accelerate just because Haltmoot is deceptively competent.

... I think I kind of sidelined the suck.