Ascendance of a Bookworm

There was room for a few more days until the day of practical skill on how to use basic staaps. I spent every day making manuscripts for my picture books and doing sophomore previews.

If you master the use of Stalp, you can go to the library in the clear. I waited one day, fingerfolding and counting, with practical skills that would teach me the basics of the use of Stalp.

"I resent Master Rosemaine's excellence all the time."

"Really."

Girls who want to set up a tea party with music teachers early Brunhilde and me to go to the library and take Schwartz and Weiss measurements are now desperately studying to get all their seating passes.

"Dear Rosemayne, you don't have to pass too quickly."

"As it is, I may not be able to go to the measurement of Schwartz and Weiss"

The girls are studying in the kind of desperate shape of a freshman when they were aiming for a one-shot pass. As can be seen in that, the boys who remained in the classroom were also invested in their studies.

Looking around such a multi-purpose hall, I smile and shake my head. I will not wait any longer to go to the library.

"I pass in a hurry, and I go to the library in a hurry. As soon as possible, I'd like you to start your lecture on Stalp."

Haltmoot laughed small when she was straining that it was definitely going to pass in one go.

"It's not that easy to learn the basics of Stalp, Master Rosemayne. Lower aristocracy is really something that takes a full period of time to master. Even Lordship candidates rarely listen to people who pass their first day."

That's just impossible, Haltmoot said, but when they say that, they want to pass even willingly.

"I will do everything I can to pass. We can work as hard as we can to get to the library."

"That's right, Haltmoot. There's no way Master Rosemaine, who put the library in front, could stop this fast forward. Bearing in mind that we will pass as quickly as possible, we must make plans."

If you're caged in the library with that momentum, isn't it hard to schedule a tea party, Brunhilde shrugs and drops her gaze on the reference? Brunhilde says if he passes the lecture on the reference book he's holding now, the lecture will end.

"I see. If it's for the library, it won't be any clue. Do you mean to stand up to it with all your might?"

"That's what I mean"

"Well, I look forward to seeing Lady Rosemaine create a new legend."

I got such an encouragement from Haltmoot.

... a new legend and library?... What shall we do?

To be honest, I want to avoid getting any more rumors spreading. A buried peaceful life is a must. But a library is a must for a peaceful life. Which one should I take? This is a very difficult issue.

"Make sure you make a new legend"

"Dear Rosemaine, if you want to avoid being noticeable, wouldn't you mind sending your passing ahead for once or so?

Sent to such a close voice, I turned to practical skills that taught me the basics of Starp. To the small hall as usual, I enter with Vilfleet and the senior nobles.

Hirschühl and Rufen came in. Today's teacher looks like these two. Rufen grabbed his fist and started explaining Starp.

"Sturp is the only tool that nobility can use, taking God's will into itself and making it available for the first time"

"What you get between the deepest is the stone you most deserve. You will be able to use magic very efficiently if you are familiar with your magic and are able to take it in properly"

In order to be recognized as an aristocrat, they need as much magic as they can get "God's will". Apparently, that sorting confirms the amount of magic that takes place at the baptism ceremony.

One of the things God gave to the first king is this Starp. Until then, the king, who had no magic of his own, had been free to deal with his own magic thanks to the Starp bestowed on God… it was written in the Biblical founding myth. I don't know if what is in the scriptures is a complete fact, but I can honestly assume now that something happened that would have been the source of that story.

"We start with where we make the shape of a stamp. Create a stamp that is easy for you to handle. We ask you to repeat the stamping and turning it off three times to see if it can be stabilised."

"Come to me if you can be steady and form," Hirschur said.

"All right, I'll make you an awesome stamp"

I guess everyone thinks the same thing. Everyone started putting out their own staples in an attempt to get to the shape and size of the staples. Lordship candidates, who are somewhat accustomed to the treatment of magic, are taking a leap to think about what kind of starp they deserve and create the best. A senior nobleman who cannot be said to be accustomed to the treatment of magic was already elusive where he moves his magic to create the shape of a stamp.

"I make cool staples. What kind of shtarp is Rosemaine going to be?

He has peered into me as Wilfried glistened his deep-green eyes with pleasure. I played all the way through gobbling in bed on the day I took in the "will of God," so I have no intention of sticking to the design of Stalp. We've already come to the conclusion that simplicity is best.

"... I am an ordinary stamp like any other adult has"

"What is that? Isn't that boring? Shouldn't you be a little more elaborate? That's how the horseman is changing. No one would be surprised if their stapes were different."

"Starp doesn't have to be elaborate."

You should stir it up until you are convinced, and I turned to Hirschühl as I groaned in my heart and prayed for Wilfried's good fight.

"Oh, Master Rosemaine. What's the matter, sir?

"I'll make a stamp. Look."

"... you were sneaking up on practice"

Encouraged by Hirschühl, who gently flaunted his shoulders, I shaped Starp. If you move your magic and let them make the same form of starp three times properly, Hirschühl will round his eyes a little, ha, exhale.

"Excellent stability. You don't seem to have any problems moving on to the next stage. The challenge next is to use Starp to put magic into your magic equipment. Rufen, are you ready for the Demon Stone?

"Oh, Hillsur. It's done."

Rufen walked toward a remote location with few students as he gently tapped the leather bag he was lowering to his hips. Watching how it goes, Hirschühl teaches me the next challenge.

"Dear Rosemaine, Rufen tells you how to make Ordnants over there. Try flying Ordonanz to me."

"Yes."

As I nodded cocklessly, Hirshur lurked his voice with a nicely smiled face.

"Ordonanz is chosen as a teaching material because even a small amount of magic can create shapes. Do not suppress the magic you pour as much as possible."

"Okay."

As I have learned in sorcery, the Demon Stone to make Ordonanz is not a normal Demon Stone. Once formulated, it is a magic stone with limited use. Because the form is a demon stone, it is technically a form of magic equipment, although everyone calls it a demon stone.

Equally limited in use and commonly used in life, they say, are green demon stones. This is something that is commonly used by the side service and is used to connect the water bottle to the water drain. They say when you tap a demon stone stuck in the bottom of a water drain with a stamp, the water comes out all the time. It is used exclusively to fill the bath with water.

When I go to Rufen, I am handed a familiar yellow demon stone. As I looked at the demonic stone in my palm, Rufen opened his mouth.

"If you don't remember how to use Ordnants, you can't reach others. This will be used by everyone regardless of their specialty in doing their job, so if you don't keep Ordnants available, you'll even have trouble doing your apprenticeship work. Ready?"

"Yes."

"Small reply!

"Ha!"

"That's the intention," Rufen laughed satisfactorily when he replied as best he could. But I get a little nervous about how far I can go with this bloodthirsty condition. Even if you don't have magic problems, you do have major health problems.

"First of all, pour magic on this demonic stone to make Ordnants while lightly tapping it with a stamp like this"

Looking at Rufen's example, I place the handed demon stone in the palm of my left hand to hold the stamp that appeared in my right hand. And as Hillsur noted, he poured as little magic as possible.

Sturp seems to be true that he can use his magic efficiently, and it feels like he's been pouring his senses all the time in a bucket, but it feels like the amount can now be adjusted by the faucet on the tap.

A gentle tap of Conn and Demon Stone at Starp turned the yellow Demon Stone into a familiar white bird.

And the bastard and the white bird that spread his feathers once grabbed them in my arms, and folded their feathers. I barely feel the weight. I opened my eyes wide to strange beings.

... Wow, I feel so wizard.

If Starp, a tool for freely handling magic at his will, comes out and slaps a yellow stone with it, he becomes a white bird. At some point, I myself have become completely fantastic.

"Oh, you did well. Now, if Ordonanz opens his mouth, put his voice on it."

I called out, waiting for Ordonanz to open his mouth.

"It's Rosemaine. Dr. Hillsur, we have Ordnants."

When I cut off my words, Ordonanz shuts his mouth. That's it, and when I tried to fly the Ordnants toward Hillsur, Rufen shook his stamp lightly like an instruction stick.

"If you still have something else to say, just slap your beak in the stairs again and I'll open your mouth."

That's the first I've ever known. Ho ho, nod, and I will slap the beak of Ordnants once. Ordonanz opened his mouth.

"... how do you close it?

"If you speak up, it closes.... Here."

"Huh? And how do you revoke it!?

I don't want to send you on your first Ordnants until you have a dumb interaction. Rufen laughed at my question and told me, "If you absorb the magic in Starp, you will return to your original demonic stone state". I carefully absorbed the magic in Starp and re-recorded my voice again.

"If I put my voice on it, I'll shake the stamp like a magic push, thinking about flying to Hirschühl."

Do it with all your strength! Rufen said, but if I wave it with all my strength, I think there's too much magic. Especially since I fly to Hillsur, which is visible right around the corner, I don't think I need much magic.

As I gently pushed out, I waved the stamp.

Ordnants flew to Hirschühl and, as I know, repeated and spoke the same words three times.

Then the Ordnants with Hillsur's message flew in and said, "Well done. Dear Rosemaine, proceed to the next challenge," he said three times, returning to the yellow Demon Stone.

I will return the demon stone to Rufen.

"What are your next challenges?

"It's a training exercise to launch magic at Stalp. You can simply strike out magic and make it an attack, but this time the challenge is to launch the rot. Roat is a red light to seek rescue. If we can do this, we can call for rescue when something happens. The knight must be rushing for us."

That's what I'm saying, Rufen puts out his own stamp and tells me how to launch the rot.

"Thus, I gather my magic powers at the end of Sturp. All the way from the inside..."

That's what Rufen says, but it looks like he's running magic ahead of Sturp, and the fist-big light gathers up ahead of Sturp. Soon it started to sound like it could play patchy and static.

"Rot!"

That's how Rufen screams and shakes the stamp up loudly, while the red light hits the ceiling and disappears after a while. There's nothing left on the white ceiling anymore.

"Creative magic buildings don't get scratched by magic, nor do rotes push through. Don't worry, you'll hit everything you've got."

"Um, Dr. Rufen. I don't mind bumping everything, but does today's practical skill end with this assignment?

If I bump it all, I'll be in trouble after this. When I asked him that question, he blinked several times as if Rufen had been surprised for some reason.

"There are still challenges. But no way, are you gonna finish all your assignments by the end of the day?

"Yes, I intend to, but is there a problem?

"... No, I was just wondering if it would be better to keep the magic warm"

"Then it would be weird to bump everything with this challenge, wouldn't it?

"Ugh, um. Well, fine. We're gonna hit it with everything we can."

... I don't know why. I mean, what do you do?

In the meantime, it turns out that there are still other challenges, so I think Rufen's words should be duly heard and the magic wants to go in the direction of warmth.

As Rufen had done, I slowly shed my magic at the end of the Starp, accumulating my magic to the size of an adult fist. The magic gathered at the end of Starp twitched and grew smoothly.

"Okay, that's good! That's how it goes! Bigger! More and more magic!

... but really, this starp is amazing.

The tool that allows you to handle your magic most efficiently is neither exaggeration nor anything. My magic, which was unstable and difficult to adjust in detail, is much easier to handle. It feels as if it was before you slept using Yurevé, and you can handle magic.

"Come on, let go! Scream Roto and launch to the sky with all your strength!

... ceiling, though.

I lift my right hand high, holding the stamp, and I launch the fist-enlarged light toward the ceiling.

"Rot"

The red light stretched straight towards the ceiling. It also seems to be well regulated. I exhaled relief at finishing my assignment without anything.

"All right, pass.... but is it time to run out of magic?

That's what Rufen said as he looked around, just a little worried. I will also be followed, and I will look around.

Apparently, the senior aristocrats are already tired with their treatment of magic to create a stamp. And the Lordship Candidate, who was obsessed with creating his own cool Starp, seems to have wasted quite a bit of magic, sitting around tired.

Did Wilfried try to make a stamp out of a lot of tension, he hadn't moved a step from the first position, and he looked tired.

I am not obsessed with the shape of my own original starp, only those who have made a simple starp are challenging the Ordnants. Still, are you feeling quite tired, some of you are quitting in front of trying the Ordnants, and others seem to be letting loose after creating the Ordnants.

... I'm really out of standard on magic.

Close your eyes gently and you'll see, but there's still room for my magic.

"What do we do? Try the next challenge, too?

I only worried for a moment about choosing those who would align themselves with their surroundings and footprints to bury them, or who would head to the library as fast as possible to be told they were out of standard.

"I challenge you to the next challenge"

When I said so, Rufen looked lightly. Then he said, "You also need to try your limits in life. All right, try it!" And with enthusiastically burning eyes, he tells us the next challenge.

"This is my last challenge. deform the Starp so that it can be used as a tool containing magic"

The deformation I see the most was turning the stairs into weapons when the knights fight. But the freshman's challenge seems to be to turn Starp into a knife, a pen and a mixing stick.

Hmm, when I hear about it, I see Hillsur walking toward us. Apparently, the other students didn't move on and everyone retired.

Hirschühl opens his mouth as he looks around at the students who are relaxed due to excessive use of magic.

"Training to deform a stamp is very important. Next year, you'll learn the basics of the magic kit formula, but if you can't use the knife, pen, and mixing stick that deformed the starp at that time, the success rate of the formula will be greatly reduced."

The students squeezed their expressions into Hirschühl's words, which are mainly used to formulate magic equipment. They have to carve the ingredients with a knife, write the magic formation with a pen, and stir the conditioning pan while pouring magic with a mixing stick.

It's just that I know that I did the Jurevé making. Even if you don't have a starter, if you have magic equipment that you can substitute, you can prepare it.

"How can I deform?

"Let's start with a knife. Put out a stamp and paint a clear picture in your head of how it will change."

As Hillsur tells me, I put out a stamp. And I think of the knife that the chief cleric used when he formulated it. I also chanted "Messer" so that I could follow Hillsur, who voiced "Messer".

"Ah..."

Sturp had reshaped and had become a knife and was held in his own hand. When I look at Hirschühl, a knife very similar to that of his hand is gripped.

"Very good. Call me Lewken and release the deformation."

I grabbed the knife and called it "Leuken". There was a stalp that was slowly reshaped.

Ooh, and a caged voice of admiration comes up from around me.

"Now try making pens and mixing sticks just like knives"

Make a mixing stick by chanting "Stilo" and pen as taught by Hillsur and "Vimeen".

"... I didn't think you would pass all the challenges on the first day. It's been a feat since Master Ferdinand. That's your favorite apprentice."

The students looked at Hirshur's words with a frightened sigh as if they were surprised. I start to bother and some of that voice arrives.

"Speaking of Ferdinand in Aerenfest...... that famous?

"Sure, it would have been famous for treasure stealing ditters, wouldn't it? I heard the soldier was skillful. It is said that only in the year in which he is present did our territory miss the victory. They said," I'm glad they're not here. "

"No, he must have been a genius who invented one magic tool after another. My uncle bought a ton of magic equipment from him, so I'm pretty sure."

"You're a battle freak who was gathering material with the momentum to hunt the demons around you, aren't you? I've generally heard he took the quality material"

"Weren't you famous for Feshpeel? My aunt said it was a great performance..."

"Which the hell is right!?

... they're all probably right. Because I heard he was a Lordship candidate, a Knight apprentice, a Civilian apprentice, and an excellent grader at everything.

I blinked once again to the priesthood's feat, which is spoken of in other realms. Apparently, the superhuman assessment of the chief clergyman was not merely physical.

"If Ferdinand's beloved apprentice exists as a Lordship Candidate, he can also be convinced that Aerenfest's grades have suddenly risen."

The surrounding topic moves to that of the Cleric Chief, and everyone begins to tell the legend of the Cleric Chief they know. By the time rumors began to flourish to the point where I thought that it was definitely not just the chief clergyman, but many legends for many, there was a steady decrease in the gaze poured on me.

... If you already have a genius who has done something to you, you don't need me to stand out.

Hirshur spoke to me as my surroundings thrived on stories of past legendary students, not just clergy chiefs.

"Either close your eyes and get used to being able to deform quickly with the spell without having to think of its shape"

"Yes."

... I did, I did. I passed it all! Now we can go to the library!