Ascendance of a Bookworm

There were a few freshmen who didn't show up for breakfast, but at lunch, all freshmen were there. Apparently they all succeeded in assimilating the "will of God" safely.

"I was wondering what I'd do if I didn't make it to lunch."

There was sunshine. With Wilfried and his side, who said so with his expression, I head to the small hall where the practice of the service dance takes place.

The Lordship Candidates have an archery of devotional dance, and the Advanced Knight Apprentices have an archery of sword dance. Other than that, they say it's music practice. They practice another instrument like a whistle or a drum because it's hard for everyone to play fesh peel.

"... is Angelica an archery of sword dance?

"That's right. Dr. Rufen recommended it. I'm glad I don't like music."

According to information later secretly shared with us by Brother Cornelius, Angelica seems to have a recommendation that involves a variety of reasons: that Angelica has the magic of a senior aristocracy; that she does a brilliant sword dance that moves her body; that she has a hua when she makes her sword dance because she looks like a beautiful girl; that she is unwilling to remember the instrument and never improves.

"I don't like music, but you had some fesh peel skills, didn't you?

"Feshpeel has been trained all his life since he was a young child, and he practiced in his sophomore year willing to die in order to get permission to have the Devil's Sword Steinluke. It hasn't improved much since then, but it feels like it's surviving."

He rubbed it with his family when choosing a specialty course and worked hard to get them to acknowledge that he would be a knight apprentice with the Devil's Sword. Angelica is a very hard-working child if this is what she wants to do. I know exactly how that feels.

"... Really? I'm glad you're a convenient teacher."

"Yes, the sword dance is so much fun, I'm glad you recommended it too"

If Angelica is willing, that's fine. I thought so lightly, and I watched over Eudit's words.

"Angelica is truly extraordinary and amazing, Master Rosemaine"

"Huh?"

"Not everyone in senior aristocracy is chosen for sword dance. Especially those who are chosen for sword dance by Aerenfest, not so many look at the graduates of history. In the meantime, Angelica, chosen despite her intermediate knights, is truly remarkable."

What Eudit, who brightened his colored eyes and was good at, taught me was that both the service dance and the sword dance would be sorted at the end of the fifth grade.

Ernesta, Charlotte's escort knight, who learned how to compress Rosemaine-style shortly before the fifth grade House of Lords began, said he didn't have enough time to stretch his magic and was not really chosen for sworddance on the critical line. He said he had enough magic in his final year of the following year, so he regretted it badly.

"I'm an intermediate nobleman, and I'm not as strong as Angelica, so I won't be chosen, but there are possibilities for Leonore and Traugot."

At the end of this winter, if we can learn how to compress rosemary and extend our magic by the time the selection takes place, it seems that the two senior nobles could be chosen for sword dance.

Traugot makes herd blue eyes gleam.

"I also want to learn how to compress the magic of Master Rosemaine and be chosen as a sworddancer, like Angelica and Cornelius"

"I would be glad to be chosen from my escort knight. Good luck."

"Now, both Wilfried Boy and Princess Rosemayne, keep your mind together and don't be archaic. … because all grades will be gathered today"

Me and Wilfried nodded slowly at Richarda's words.

In the small hall, all grade lord candidates are to practice the service dance. We are together, from freshmen to finest students. I'm just a little nervous about face-to-face with my senior students because it's been since the rapport.

"First year students will be given a tour of the first half of archaeology. Take a good look at the upper class dance. And in the second half, we'll show you how much you can actually dance"

That's what the teacher told me, and the freshman lord candidate was seated in a chair lined up on the edge. Looking around inside the small hall, I see them practicing in pieces in each grade. Confirming how much you improved between spring and fall seems to be your first archery.

Viewed in this way, sophomores seemed to have similar strengths for everyone, but in senior years the differences in individual skill levels were striking. Smooth, beautiful wrist return and fingertip movements, with a few eye-catching people.

The lowest number of top students had already been selected, and three men and four women dancers were in the process of each being dressed in God's precious thin coat. A thin cloth is covered from his head and a silver band is tightened. They celebrate adults that day, so it becomes a gold belt.

... The design resembles a temple ritual garment.

Unlike ritual clothing, it is made of thin material that is transparent over there, like fluttering when twirling and spinning, will it be easy to move or will it spread when spinning, with some cuts in it from hips to hems.

As the female student who finished wearing spread her arms around, her long sleeves spread wide like a shaker and, at the same time, the cloth on the hem flipped in a soft motion.

And I can start arching the finest students. There were seven men in costumes and men and women without costumes. Probably an alternate, looking with what an enviable look at the flickering sleeves and the hem that rocks as it moves.

"We are the ones who create and pay the world and pray and give thanks to the gods."

Beginning with the familiar words were the words of gratitude and prayer for the protection we have been given until the end of a tough winter and the coming of spring and our own adults so that we can have the protection that lies ahead. Seven voices echo in the small hall.

Sometimes I didn't have time at Aerenfest, and having practiced only the mould of devotional dance, I was the first to hear such a beginning word, with my eyes open and listening.

What a strange feeling it is that the celebrations that were in the scriptures come out of the mouths of the nobles who despise the temple, not the priests. In the course of a long history, the status of the temple only fell, perhaps originally on par with that of the royal family.

"Pray to God!

The service dance began with a prayer pose that raised both hands and left leg. It is difficult to balance beautifully with this attitude, Aerenfest's service dance teacher said, but I was used to praying in the temple, so desperate for those who remember the choreography.

I didn't have much time to think about the service dance, but just watching this service dance shows that I used to have a stronger temple power.

Sleeves as long as shakers flutter and flutter in seven colors for a relaxed movement. Though for practice, putting the costume together in this way, the appearance of flipping long sleeves and dancing resembled a lot of sundance.

... Nevertheless, Prince Anastasius is a prayer to the Dark God. Being chosen for a role like this must also involve territorial influence.

With that in mind, I watched Anastasius dance. Obviously, we are losing the skill of a female student who prays to the goddess of light. The two skilled men who pray to the Supreme God have not matched each other.

... If you dance next to her, anyone will be inferior, but it could be hard for a prince to be inferior.

The female student offering prayers to the goddess of light was exceptional in this. It is so elegant and beautiful that even the movement of the fingertips and the position of the gaze is lucid.

I watched her standing still, just praying to the goddess of light, as she caught my eye.

"Well, vilfried"

"Dietrinde......"

At the same time that he was going to take a small break, he raised his glorious voice and Dietrinde, Lord's Candidate of Arlensbach, approached him with a smile. Pay neatly for the golden hair on your shoulders and delightfully narrow the green eyes in a very similar shade to Wilfried's.

"We heard about Wilfried and Aerenfest. I'm proud to be your cousin, too. It's not something you can do, such as pass everyone on the first day of school."

"I'm afraid so. But that's because Rosemaine..."

"Alas, when you give your hand to someone else like that, it doesn't make much sense for everyone to know the truth. It only emphasizes the humility of Vilfleet."

No, no, blocking Wilfried from saying, Dietrinde laughed to spoil Wilfried and stretched his thin, white fingertips, then stroked around Wilfried's temples.

"Well done, Wilfried. You are my pride."

Wilfried stares at Dietrinde, who said so with a soft smile, as surprised.

"What's wrong?

"No.... anything, nothing"

He lay down his eyes and was a wiggling vilfried, but his expression contained no sudden touched discomfort at all, rather, a grin that nostalgic for the old days.

"Hey, Wilfried. There are few opportunities to see each other like this. Because of this, I'd like to talk to my cousin slowly. Can I invite you to a tea party?

I know you're saying that I'm not your cousin because I'm not included in the bloodline to highlight the fact that my cousins are with each other. But you can't just read the air here and back off. Whether they say dull, or distract me, I must keep an eye on Wilfried.

... As far as I'm concerned, if there's another scrap riot like the one before, I'm in trouble.

"Well, he said it was a tea party. Looking forward to it, Brother Wilfried."

"Oh, Master Rosemaine. You may not have noticed, but you're not my cousin, are you?

I pretended not to notice, and when I tried to accompany him to the tea party, he said no to me clarity. Reading the air and unwilling to back off seems the same to Dietrinde.

"Officially, I'm also the daughter of Aub Aerenfest, though?

"Officially, yes. This is going to be a private tea party. Will you excuse me?

When me and Dietrinde were exploring the next way out and staring at each other with a smile, a big villefleet arrived to break in between. It just looks like a big villefleet because it looks a lot like it, it's a flavel turk rüdiger.

"So can I, my cousin, invite you too, Dietrinde?

"... yeah, you are. If you're Ludiger, you're certainly my cousin."

Dietrinde laughed nicely and said so, not knowing what the hell he had in mind for a few seconds of silence.

"That's why I'm sorry, Master Rosemaine, but please don't"

As proud as he was to win, Dietrinde smiles and says so, trying to start a tea party meeting between the three of us.

Sure, I'm not a bloodline, and if I pretended to be blunt and ate quite a bit, but they totally refused me so far, I wouldn't go in any further. We'll have to leave it to Wilfried's hard work later.

I took a distance from the three of them who would begin the tea party meeting, and looked around in the small hall at the crease. Only one female student, putting together the precious colors of the Goddess of Light, was archaic as she spent her break, colluding with those who were close to each of them.

Attracted by her delightful, pleasant and seemingly hopeless expression, I flutter close, take a distance to the point where I am not disturbed, and sit back.

Looking at it inadvertently, a voice was heard from behind.

"It's a little Aerenfest."

My surroundings were deliberately deflected.

It's an extremely disrespectful call, but this much disrespect is allowed to the owner of this voice. I'm angry that I can't ignore anything more than being spoken out by royalty.

I looked away from her in a regrettable mood and looked back with affectionate laughter, just as I did during the practice of court manipulation.

"... I know the utmost pleasure in speaking to you, Prince Anastasius"

"You're doing something pretty funny, aren't you? I want to talk to you. Come here."

As commanded, I leaned my neck as I walked toward Anastasius.

I hear a lot of things, but I have no idea what the hell I hear from anyone and what they think. At least I don't remember ever being funny.

"What the hell kind of story does Prince Anastasius have in his ear? I don't remember doing anything funny..."

I have no recollection at all, and when I knelt before Anastasius and replied, Anastasius, who was serving several female students around her, raised one brow lightly.

"Were you attacked by Flaurelm with an unusual horseman imitating a warcraft?

What rumors are circulating? It's like I'm a dangerous person in that phrase. I rush to deny the fact. If you don't keep it clear only when you deny it, if you obscure it, they'll think you affirmed it.

"I have not sworn to God that I have done such dangerous imitations as would strike my teacher. … although it is true that my horseman is slightly different from the others"

When I say so, Anastasius narrows his eyes only slightly and, looking down at me, circles his gaze so that he can circle his thoughts.

"Hmm. Don't you see the truth when the two sides seem to speak differently?...... good. Then show them the horseman. Let's see if I'm dangerous or not."

... an extra favor. I don't want to be judged by you who aren't even teachers.

Pushing the voice of my heart into a loving laugh, I said, "I'm afraid," crossing my hands in front of my chest.

Okay, let's go outside.

To Anastasius, who rose up with the momentum of immediacy, I gave a little. I don't want any conspicuous imitation of getting out on the way like this.

If you can't come back by the time the archery begins, it's not Anastasius, the royal family, who should have swung at me.

"... Prince Anastasius, isn't it good after the audition of the service dance? An archery of devotional dance is more important than seeing what is missing to take like my horseman."

I want to pass as soon as possible. I can't do anything to skip my first day of archery for that.

The break seemed to be coming to an end, and Anastasius glanced lightly over his shoulder when he saw the teachers in charge of the service dance coming back.

"Right, I'll call you later.... You look young, but you're quite a ruse. Even if they feed me on unusual horsebacks, I won't catch them so easily."

"... fishing, is it?

... er, if my memory is certain, you were ordered to "show it," right? Why is it being said like I invited Prince Anastasius?

While Anastasius' thought circuit was completely incomprehensible, I decided to deny it with clarity. In vagueness, early in school, it is rumored that I have come to royalty unknowingly.

"Don't worry. I will not fish for or invite Prince Anastasius. I'll show you the horseman later than I promised, but I swear I'll never get close again from here."

"... right"

It's important to deny it exactly so that you look puzzled but not strangely misunderstood.

To be honest, I'm afraid of the sisters' eyes surrounding Anastasius. Perhaps a battle of fierce women must be taking place with a graduation escort. It must be a fierce feud to the point of hostility towards me as well, which obviously has an unexpected appearance. Scary, scary.

When he was allowed to resign from before Anastasius, the teachers spoke. A worried Vilfleet awaited me and I reported that "after the archery I was to show Prince Anastasius the horseman".

"Rosemaine, be careful not to fail."

Wilfried looks more pale and nervous than I do. I nodded cocklessly, and the second half of my archery began.

"Now let me show you how archaic you are"

If I had crossed the acceptance line, it would seem the freshman year would be over. The teacher gave priority to archery for the final year, so that he could archery in his own territory. Let me see how much you arched by the time you were a sophomore, I say.

... Absolutely, I'll pass by the end of the day.

They all line up and show their dancing as they have practiced in their respective territories so far. I think of her dance in prayer to the goddess of light I had just seen, and I dance with the utmost care so as to be as close as possible to that dance.

... libraries, libraries, libraries await me!

The service dance with which I put my mind seemed to have reached the passing line, and the teacher smiled and gave me the words, "It is very fine". Now I need not also come to the audition of the service dance. All freshmen this year seemed to have reached the pass line, all of them passing.

"You're free to come and visit. You'll learn to watch your senior dance."

That's what the teacher said, but the library is more important to me than the dedication dance archery. I'm not willing to use my time for a tour.

... Later, the horseman and Starp. Almost there.

I have a back deal with Hirschühl on the horseback, and if you think to the extent that I was messing with him on my own, I don't think it's that difficult to handle Starp.

... the library is just a few moments away.

I was passing at the service dance and floating in the groom, I leave the small hall to head back to the dorm. Shortly afterwards, Wilfried, who changed his complexion, caught his roots and yelled at him in a whisper.

"Have you forgotten your promise to Prince Anastasius?

"... it fell out softly"

"This is why..."

A sighed Vilfleet says, as he waits with Richarda outside the small hall, and returns to the dorm. They can't have uninvited Vilfleet present.

... Dangerous, dangerous.

I waited for Anastasius to come out at the exit of the small hall, wiping the cold sweat of my heart. Anastasius, who came out with many female students, finds me, snorts with hun and laughs at me to make fun of this one.

"What, were you waiting for me in a place like this? I'm sorry, but I've got an emergency. I can't go out with them."

"Prince Anastasius said he would accompany us. I'm sorry."

I felt a clear sense of hostility from the girls students laughing at Couscous. I don't want to get caught up in the trouble of my sisters who are sticking around to get the favor of Anastasius.

I have decided to leave the place at once.

"I know very well that the royals are busy. Don't worry about it. Come on, Richarda. Let's get back to the dorm."

I spoke to Richarda, whose expression was a little harder than usual. Maybe he's angry that I've been treated lightly.

"I want to read the rest of this morning's book."

When I laugh and say so, Richarda walks out with her shoulders down like she has no choice.

I never looked back, worried about the scary gaze of a female student, and I didn't see the look on Anastasius's face at all at this time.