Ascendance of a Bookworm

"Dear Vilfleet No. 13, Dear Rosemayne"

That's what they called it, and me and Wilfried stood up. I walk to a place where a few teachers are waiting.

Ten teachers were in pairs to see the compression, and they were called in turn by the Lordship Candidates. Lordship candidates in the Great Territories were somewhat accustomed to handling magic or seemed quick to be able to compress it. Two people who are now able to compress magic begin to work between their brows trying to compress at all by returning to their seats.

If you look around, you can see three lord candidates carving wrinkles between their eyebrows trying to compress their magic while surrounded by teachers. One teacher is with some kind of magic equipment, watching carefully how the students who compress are doing, and the other teacher is not a student, staring at the magic equipment put on his wrist.

It was in my sight that Flaurelm stared at the magic equipment. Yesterday, I'm a little awkward as I let myself pass out, so I'll sneak up and thank God that Flaurelm wasn't in my charge.

... Come on, compress, what do we do?

If we are going to need more compression than ever before, we have to rush to think of another stage, some other way of compressing it. But what more can we do about the magic that has been compressed with futon compression bags?

... If you do it in the image of compression with a machine, it would probably be even smaller.

Machine compressed, what comes to mind is that the aluminum can is solidified in a disappointing square. It gets smaller, but I don't feel like I can release the magic when I want to use the magic afterwards. I won't be able to do it at a time when I don't think I can. If you do something that builds up magic that you can't use yourself, you'll need Yurevé again to solve it.

... I don't like Taro Urashima any more!

Is there anything that might be useful as a reference for a new compression method?

I recall that the teachers had earlier described their images of how to compress.

I "gather the spreading magic in the middle" and "push, push, push" are already going. If so, can't you get a new compression from the tip "Feels like draining water from fruit juice" or "Similar to boiling a drug solution"?

...... Wouldn't it be easy to simmer the soup in your dish so that Dr. Hirschühl can simmer the medicine and imagine simmering it?

When the soup is boiled and the moisture evaporates and feels dry, the scalding is reduced. What if we brought that simmering image to the first stage of compression? The boiled magic is further compressed in a rosemary style.

... All right, let's do it.

I stood in front of the teacher, tempted to win the pass safely.

There is a teacher of a musculoskeletal man who supposedly teaches Hirsuru and another, maybe, the knight apprentices. "I heard rumors, but you're small," I heard the teacher whine.

"It is I, Hirschühl and Rufen, who help Lord Rosemayne compress his magic."

"It's fine with me. It's not hard to compress if you push, push, push and suppress magic. I'll be there for you. Let's stick together."

Nick's smiling face is as refreshing as a gym teacher, but I think he's a hot, bitter type of bloodthirsty teacher who I'm not very good at observing from words and deeds. During Reino, I couldn't wipe my bad consciousness when I was dragged outside during the rest of my life to move my body without reading all the books.

"Come on, Master Rosemaine. Give me your left wrist. I'll put this magic kit on."

Hirschühl told me, I rolled my sleeve up to where I could see my wrist, and offered my left hand to Hirschühl.

Put the magic apparatus Hirschühl had in his hand on my wrist. Sorcery, like a big watch, changes the size of the shrugged belt part and goes perfectly with my wrist.

... Heavy!

Hirschühl supported Gakun and his arm as he lowered his gaze toward the magic equipment.

"We're ready for this one. Dear Rosemaine, start compressing."

"All right, keep your temper up, keep your magic down! You can push it all the way in. Beat your magic."

I nodded with an ambiguous smile at Rufen's slightly loud support and closed my eyes gently. Concentrate on the magic that is in your body.

"Nice, you feel the magic flow!?

I open the lid in the back that is packed with magic, wanting me to shut up for a moment because I can't concentrate.

... In order to compress the magic to boil, we have to open it all up once and for all. The sheriff gave it to me. I can only do it because it's full of magic equipment.

I opened the lid completely to free the magic that was hoarding deep at once. And more and more magic is poured into the magic equipment of the hands and feet as well as the magic equipment borrowed as amulets.

Now that I've put as much magic into my physical strengthening magic equipment as I can, my body is so light, I feel like I could fly pretty high when I jump up.

... I'm sure this moment alone may be stronger than my uncle.

If I slowly opened my eyes, my ears would be picking up loud enough to see the faces of students who were pretty far away, whether they were even enhancing their eyesight.

"That's how it goes. The magic is moving. We can keep pushing him in the back! Come on!"

When I poured my eye full of magic into all the amulets I received from the Cleric Chief, not just the magic equipment of physical strengthening, the magic that remained in my body diminished considerably. I decide to compress this remaining magic in a new way.

I poured magic into the pot with brain images and lit a fire.

... Then let's boil this magic until it's about half the calf.

In my brain is the music of the cooking show that my mother used to watch during Reino. "There is a boiled magic here" It even feels like I can hear that voice.

If we can boil the magic, the rest is the same way we've compressed it before. Carefully fold the boiled magic so that it lines up perfectly in the bag as much as possible without gaps.

... Once folded and stuffed, weigh in and compress. Pussy! Yeah, that's pepperoni.

Afterwards, return to yourself the magic that was packed into the magic tools of physical strengthening. I'm used to releasing magic, but I'm not very used to absorbing magic, so it takes a little while.

I succeed in retrieving only a little of the magic I instilled in my magic implements and it compresses in the same way.

As I was compressing with my eyes closed and concentrated, I heard Wilfried working on magic compression nearby getting a pass.

"It's passed. Master Wilfried has good muscles. At this rate, you should compress it and increase your magic."

"Thank you"

There was a sound of Wilfried who seemed to be good at it, and I put my strength on my body as well.

... I have to work hard too.

I will do as much gibberish compression as possible. If only the first boiling stage had been crossed, the compression could have been done without so much time, since later it is the compression of the procedure to which I am accustomed. Increasing speed for compression is likely to be a challenge in the future.

When I opened my eyes, I called out to Hirschühl, who was staring at the sorcery on his wrist with a difficult face.

"What do you say? I think I could have compressed it better than the first time."

As I was excited to hear Hirschüll's reaction, Hirschüll lay down his eyes for the first time, watching the sorcery on my wrist, exhaling slowly.

Rufen tilts his neck at the fact that he doesn't come out with the voice of passing.

"Hillsur, do you want to start over?

"No, that's not true. Oh, my God. Master Rosemaine has passed."

While removing my wrist magic equipment, Hirshur says so with a slightly trembling voice, "Well done," he labors. Hirschühl's labor was, "Wow! Well done," though I was almost scratched off by Rufen's voice.

"You should keep increasing your magic. For smaller bodies, the growth rate may be the best. It's just hard work. I feel bad if I compress too much at once. You should compress it a little bit every day."

"I'll do the best I can. Thanks for your help."

When I had thanked him, Hirschühl had already turned his back and touched the magic apparatus. Will it be ready for the next child? There are still a lot of students waiting.

I immediately returned to my seat so as not to disturb me.

"I was praised for my muscles."

Wilfried looks at me and reports as he says so with pleasure. Afterwards, we found ourselves quietly compressing as we all practiced magic compression.

"Dear Brother Wilfried, Magic Compression is not on schedule. If you compress too rapidly, you'll feel sick like Ferdinand."

"But I remembered because of it. Don't you want to compress more and more"

There are always students who do that and get a magic sickness every year, so they keep an eye on the kids whose two teachers have finished their practice.

"It would be embarrassing to sneak into magic compression, feel sick, and fall, taking note of it from the teachers."

As I watched out for Wilfried, the other lord candidates sitting around me were just as freaked out as Wilfried, and the teacher who was looking around laughed small.

Upon completion of the guidance of the Lordship Candidate, the next step will be for the senior nobleman to begin challenging Magic Compression. As soon as that happened, students who fell began to emerge frequently.

"Rufen, please take him to his seat"

After Hirschühl's voice sounds, I can see Rufen taking the students to their seats in charge, sitting neatly on the spot.

"Magic is rampant! Hurry up and get the magic equipment!

Another teacher hurries up to put the magic equipment on the high voice of Flaurelm who shouted so. The body of the student who was in between collapses on the spot with Gakuri.

"Is it going to be okay?

Lordship candidates could have mastered relatively quickly, so there was no recognition that it was so difficult, but senior aristocrats do not seem to be, resulting in a situation where it is rarer to end up sooner.

As I was worried and watching what was going on around me, Wilfried shook his head slowly.

"I have probably had the experience of supplying magic to the underlying magic, and whether or not I'm used to moving magic is going to be a big split"

As Wilfried said, many senior aristocrats walk back to their seats on their own after finishing their magic compression on their own, but are unable to sit back and stand like Wilfried, who provided their first magic supply.

"You don't have to worry, if you rest, you'll recover. So did I. Charlotte."

"... you're a senior aristocrat and in this state, you're worried about the lower aristocrats"

"I've heard from Osvalt that lower aristocracy is easier because greater magic is more burdensome"

"Really? You know very well, Brother Wilfried."

Wilfried looked at me with an expression that seemed so complicated in my words.

"I am rather surprised by those who seem to know everything and know nothing. Two years is huge."

"It's not in the book, it feels like it's completely out of what you learn naturally in living. Especially since I grew up in a slightly different situation from the life of a nobleman during the period up to the Baptist ceremony"

In my case, I lived less than two years as a nobleman. It would not be an exaggeration to say that there is no common sense or knowledge at all.

"I've been trying for two years. I think we can help them a little bit."

"I hope so."

The majority of senior aristocrats did not pass. I guess I'm going to get used to moving my magic slowly. The teacher ordered us to disperse, and we returned to the dormitory.

Having successfully completed today's assignment, I went on to make reference books when I returned to my dorm. While making it, I hear stories from first-year students of intermediate and lower aristocracy about the challenges of court manipulation and instead tell them that senior aristocrats unfamiliar with moving the tricks and magic of the first stage of magic compression were falling flabby.

"I'm thrilled to hear such a story."

"Brother Wilfried said less magic is less burdensome"

"But for that matter, you mean it's hard to increase your magic, right?

"That's right. Unless you're desperate at the edge of your life and death, you won't have much more magic."

A voice rises in my words: "I am afraid to risk my life to increase my magic". Hillsur came into the multi-purpose hall when he settled on the conclusion that he was going to raise it to an inexorable extent.

I can see that the purple eyes that opened the door and looked around inside glowed with girallies and captured me.

"Huh? Dr. Hillsur!?

"Is something wrong?!?

A multi-purpose hall stirs at the rare appearance of a dorm warden. Originally, there is no wonder that dormitories are in dormitories, but in Aerenfest dormitories, it is more normal not to have dormitories.

Hirshur comes to me with no footsteps, gracefully, but at a terribly fast speed, as he watches me still. The questions of the students being thrown along the way are completely ignored. Maybe I'm not even in sight.

Whether you were surprised by the speed too much or inspired by the intensity of your gaze and the tingling atmosphere, Leonore took out the stapes and Brother Cornelius stood before me.

Angelica, who came out to protect me in a light motion, lays her hands on the Devil's Sword Steinluke with a lively face.

Because of his unfamiliarity with the profession of escort knight, or because of his still junior year, Eudit and Traugot came to me as haphazardly after a pocan.

"Quite an excellent alignment of sides."

Kusuri laughed Hirshur looked around at the escort knight and said so.

"Good day, Master Rosemaine. I, Lady Rosemaine, need to talk to you in a hurry. May I visit Master Rosemaine's room?

He's got a grin on his grin, but his gaze doesn't change. There was no way I could say no, and I nodded.

"Yeah, of course I don't mind."

At the same time as my acknowledgment, it was reflected on the edge of my sight that Richarda and Lieselator turned themselves over and headed to the room to prepare for the reception. And Brunhilde, the remaining side-service apprentice on this occasion, moves the chair so that I can stand up.

I slowly stood up and looked around the hall filled with a pressing atmosphere so that Richarda and Rezelator were ready.

"Haltmoot and Filine will continue to make references here. Then, only women are good escort knights."

He gives instructions with a graceful smile, but he doesn't know why he's inside and he's groping.

... Something pisses me off. Why? Me, what did you do?

Perhaps yesterday, the story of the fall of Flaurelm? I was happy when I showed Hillsur the Lesser Bus yesterday, and he said something that impressed me, so I just thought you evaded the sermon. But maybe even some complaint came in from the resurrected Flaurelm.

... I just thought you were the chief cleric's master and I'm scared.

With a hard and painful stomach in my hand, I lead the escort knight back to my chamber at the head of Brunhilde. Richarda and Lieselator, who were returning to the room one foot away, were ready to welcome the guests.

Ask Richarda to make tea, and I will sip the tea and the sweets, one bite at a time, and recommend them to Hirschühl. Hirshur took a bite of the treat placed on the plate and narrowed his eyes slightly.

"... what is this treat?

"It's a treat called Katorkar. It's a treat that's been popular in Aerenfest lately."

"Well..."

I heard the matter as Hirschühl rounded his eyes and reassured him that the atmosphere was soothing.

"What's the rush?

"I know you want to talk about today's magic compression. Pay me not."

Tales about magic compression often have to be kept secret. I nodded and waved gently. The neighbors walk out of the room.

On top of that, Hirshur laid before me a magic device to prevent eavesdropping.

"This is a magic device to prevent eavesdropping."

"I know. Because Master Ferdinand is commonly used."

"Oh, is that between you and Master Ferdinand using your magic equipment to tell a secret story?

The next moment I thought my purple eyes glowed like teasing me, ha, and Hirshul exhaled and clasped his shoulders.

"Though I think you're prepared for the same reason you thought I needed you. … Now, quickly, but please explain what you did during today's magic compression"

I honestly have trouble even if they ask me to ride myself out with the purple eyes I can eat. I have done nothing but magic compression. There's nothing to explain.

"Whatever they say...... we only compress magic. What can I explain?

Hirshur closed his eyes tight to my words and said, "Unconscious?" I heard him squeal. Apparently, he did something to it.

"Um, magic compression was passed, wasn't it? Am I missing something?

"No, it wasn't enough. Rather, it was too much. I just want to figure out the anomalies I've encountered for the first time in my long teacher life."

"Is it an anomaly?

"Yep."

Come on, explain, I know you're pressing me, but was there anything out of the ordinary? I still don't know.

"What is an anomaly? Maybe I did something unusual, but I'm not sure what I did."

After Hirshur rounded his eyes as he was surprised, he removed the magic apparatus that was lowering from his waist and placed it before me. It was on my wrist when I was compressing magic.

On the surface that Hillsur was staring at then, there was a scale and a needle, like a voltmeter, and now the needle is pointing in the middle.

"This magic tool I used is a measure of the intensity of magic. When you put it on your wrist, the magic of the time you put it on is the standard, and then you can see if it's compressed."

Instead of quantifying concentrations and quantities, they're going to find out if the needle succeeded in compressing it by whether it works.

"When compression is successful and the concentration thickens, the needle can shake to the right. As long as we learn how to compress, we'll have to work hard later, so basically if the needle shakes to the right at all, we'll pass"

If a single compression can be made, it will not be within the scope of the teachers' involvement, as improving efficiency or compressing them in large quantities is where the person strives.

"The magic equipment I put on Rosemayne is something special, something I made specifically to measure Ferdinand's magic concentration."

During the House of Lords, the chief cleric, who was said to be a genius, said he had a level of compression that would easily shake off needles in ordinary sorcery implements. For this reason, it seems that Hirschühl modified the magic fixture so that a large amplitude could be observed. This time, I hear a magic tool for the chief cleric has been used. "It was the horseman who took Flaurelm down. I don't know what's going to happen," he said.

...... sorry.

"And do you call it an indication, more than you expected, that something unexpected happened. Shortly after I told Master Rosemaine to start compressing, the needle shook off to the left. This is the first time I have ever seen a magic tool made for Master Ferdinand, such as the concentration of magic drops so much that the needle is shaken off. Whatever you think, it's a needle movement that can't be done by children who compress."

... Oh, well. I opened it up to compress, so the concentration faded once.

"And then, as if I was used to compression, as I saw it, the needle went back to normal, and furthermore, the needle fell toward the right."

"That means the concentration has increased over the first state, right? Are you sure that my compression was successful?

"Definitely"

Although it was a bump production, it seems to have succeeded properly in making the Rosemaine-style compression method four-step. I did, and as I was leaping inside, Hirschul murmured, "You're still a dear apprentice to Master Ferdinand," he said.

"Come on, Master Rosemaine. Please explain exactly what the hell you did."

"Yes, when I was briefed on magic compression, I measured the intensity of my magic and was told that if I could compress more than that, I would pass, so I thought I had to compress more than ever. To that end, we freed all the magic we were compressing, and then we re-compressed it for further compression. Ah, Dr. Hillsur's advice has been very helpful"

And I explained my deeds, and Hirshur dropped his shoulders, and shook his head loosely.

"That was it. But Master Rosemaine. If you had ever had compression, you could have just diluted it first and undone it, right?

"Ah!"

... It was a blind spot.

"Normally I don't think about compressing more than that."

"I'm sorry. It never occurred to me at all."

Hirschul looked at me like he was exhausted.

"Nevertheless, you are a dear apprentice to Master Ferdinand. Is it called out of standard or unexpected...... Has the time come for Aerenfest's name to rise again? Though Rosemayne is likely to have more trouble than Ferdinand for her unconscious minutes."

After squealing so, Hirshur looks up quickly and makes his purple eyes glow intriguingly, as he regained his mind.

"Dear Rosemaine, you mentioned earlier that my compression method was helpful? Then I would also like to refer to Rosemaine's compression method."

"... I am so sorry. My method of compression is the secret of Aerenfest, which I cannot teach without the consent of six leaders."

"Well, that's a shame. Who the hell are the six men in the leadership?

Unfortunately, I haven't given up on Hirschühl's expression at all. He looks at me thinking about where to get the information from.

"Is it around the Lords and the Knights? Would Rosemayne's guardian include Ferdinand? You can't think of one more. Mr. Zilvester's lead sidekick, Richard? Or is it Master Bonifatius?

Hirschühl from Aerenfest seems to be familiar with the inside. I sweat cold, and hear Hirshur's words.

"It's easy to get permission from the lords and wives of Aerenfest. Master Calstead and Master Elvira also owe you a lot of money, so even if you're strong, you don't seem to be able to attack. Who's next?

With that said, I lift the edge of my lips as Hirshur stares at me.

... Wow! Dr. Hillsur, he seems to be gripping all the secrets, weaknesses and weaknesses of the Aerenfest leadership! Hin, help me, Chief Cleric!

In the mood of a snake-stunned frog, looking back at Hirsuru, Hirsuru stood up with a small laugh.

"Riding beast, magic compression, this treat...... We look forward to seeing what changes Rosemayne will make."