Ascendance of a Bookworm

In the afternoon I was going to go to the library again and sprinkle it on my reading, but no one allowed it. It was said that the reflection and the measures to be taken to the Tea Party the day after tomorrow would come first.

If I get ready this afternoon, I'd like to finish as soon as possible because they told me I could stay in the library all day tomorrow.

"If you're a central nobleman, you seem used to sweets with a lot of sugar. I'll take it to a tea party with the music teachers. Wouldn't it be better if Katorkar also mixed honey and something with a lot of sweetness"

"Then you should change the tea a little, based on the teachers' information."

Our reflection is held in the multi-purpose hall of the dormitory, with the participation of those who wish to gather information about Vilfleet and its proximity.

"There was also some reaction to the decorations of the phosphors and flowers. However, it seems that it was the plant paper that Dr. Solange was most interested in"

"Plant paper? You can't use it as easily as Rosemaine."

Even though I know I'm going to appeal as Aerenfest's new industry, I don't know how I'm going to appeal, Vilfleet blurs.

"I think that would suffice if Aerenfest people were using vegetable paper when making copies in the library. The conversation with Dr. Solange has shown that teachers have quite a way of contacting each other, so the conversation will be quite extensive."

More important than that is to call it "new paper" rather than "vegetable paper" that seems to diverge materials and methods, which will further interest the other party. Then, I will also explain to you that we are not going to talk about printing yet.

Philine began to tell Solange how I was speaking, based on her own written notes. Plus Haltmoot adds some explanations.

"They say the teachers who are doing the research are obliged to pay some of the research results to the library. I thought if I found out about the existence of cheap paper, I could sell it."

I heard that many teachers have trouble making books and roll them. So why don't we align the size of the plant paper and pre make paper covers like files and binders so you can spell it out? A book of all heights should definitely be easier to store. I take out the calligraphy board and make a note of it immediately.

"Dear Rosemaine, what are you writing? The status of the discussion is written down by a civilian apprentice…"

"Don't worry, it's a new product proposal"

"... why are you writing a new product proposal in the Tea Party reflection?

If Wilfried shrugged, but didn't make a note of it when he came up with it, wouldn't you forget?

"I don't know when or when to think of it, so I always have a calligraphy board."

"Master Rosemayne's bookboard seems useful, too."

"When I get back, shall I introduce you to the Plantan Chamber of Commerce? It's something that pours wax into a wooden plate, so if you don't elaborate on the sculpture, you'll get it very cheaply."

"I'd love to"

You were interested, the civilian apprentice ate right away. Even if it's cheaper than parchment, plant paper is still expensive, and I can't seem to get my hands on it for notes.

"I have to let Dr. Hirschühl know that Schwartz and Weiss have scheduled measurements to take advantage of what I noticed at this tea party next time. Richarda, please."

"Yes, sir."

While Richarda was out of the room and in touch at Ordonanz, I was talking about the topic at the next tea party.

"Again, is it a topic of music"

"Wouldn't you be asked a lot of questions about composition?"

"... Me, will you be all right? Honestly, I'm not very familiar with music."

I only know practice songs played in assignment songs, and I don't know much about music that can be played well because I haven't been in much of a social setting.

"The musicians will know, so there's no problem with the music. However, we have heard that there is not only a music teacher, but also an Eglantine."

I lean my neck against the words of Brunhilde. It's the name of someone I think I heard somewhere but can't remember clearly.

"... who was it? I think it's the name of a leading Lordship candidate, but it doesn't seem to match his face yet."

"Master Eglantine is a Lordship candidate from the Greater Territory of Classenburg. He is a top grader in the highest grades and has been given the role of prayer to the Goddess of Light in this year's service dance. So much so that it can sometimes be likened to the goddess of light."

In Brunhilde's description I remembered her face, which was extraordinarily good in the archery of devotional dance.

"You're a very good dancer, aren't you? I was touched to be with you in the audition for the service dance."

I'm a little excited about that guy coming. As soon as my mood began to rise, Hillsur jumped into the multi-purpose hall.

"Dear Rosemaine, you have set a date and time!?

"That's a lot faster, Dr. Hillsur"

"I was a short distance from the main building, so I flew in directly on the beast."

I have trouble being told that you seem to be good at that. Hillsur's purple eyes sparkled and filled with anticipation.

"It was three days later, according to Dr. Solange's appointment"

"Three days later... Okay, let's do it in the morning. I have a lecture this afternoon."

"Okay."

I was just a little scared of Hirschühl's eye glow and made it clear that Schwartz and Weiss had already begun to draw attention, that they were in danger of being exposed, that they would not let them touch anything but their own side of the service, if only to see it.

"You have no choice. I'll just keep looking."

"Guard knights should work closely together and be careful not to bring other people closer together."

As I say so, I turn my gaze to Hirschühl, who is transferring his dominion to the centre. Brother Cornelius seemed to have figured out what it meant and raised his hand gently.

I feel a little more comfortable because I went through the tea party once. I have had my hair and costumes done by Brunhilde even today.

They say there is no need for a civilian for today's tea party, but Filine is also to accompany him in order to be well placed. They are to be given the role of having a score so that the music teachers can see it. This score was written by Rosina purifying a song by Mestionora, the newly created goddess of wisdom, not printed material.

"Philine, please prepare the paper and ink with the score."

"Why?

"Don't forget my writing equipment at any time."

You'd be in trouble if the bookboard wasn't enough, wouldn't you? And when I said, Philine laughed small, "Yes, I did," and began to prepare the writing equipment.

Today's treat is a honeyed cattle curl that draws on the last reflection. It has a dark sweetness compared to the plain ones. The accompanying items were prepared in the same way as during this time.

"Is it time to head over? Rosina, you don't have to be so nervous."

Rosina looks so nervous. I know he's not going to put it on his face, but I can see he's only a little stronger than usual in a long relationship.

"Even us face-to-face in lectures are nervous about teachers' tea parties. The musicians are nervous, Master Rosemaine."

Especially today, the music teachers' tea party. My interest in the songs I have written also means that my dedicated musician, Rosina, will be the most prominent. Former Grey Witch Rosina plays in front of the House of Lords teachers. I don't think there's half the pressure.

When we were ready, we set off at the same time as the three bells rang and headed towards the specialist wing of the side service apprenticeship where the rooms of the music teachers were located. They say the third floor of the specialty building is in the teachers' room. Apparently Hirschühl's room is on the third floor of the specialty building for civilian apprenticeships.

"Dr. Hillsur is a dormitory supervisor, so he would have originally lived in an Aerenfest dorm, but seemed to have stayed in his assistant's room since he was a student because he was immersed in research and sprinkled strange odors and noise all around him with conditioning. Brother Eckhardt, I've heard you say that."

Brother Eckhardt seems to have heard from the clergyman. If you're going to mix it up in a dorm and annoy your surroundings, it might be safer for you to stay in a specialty building room.

Brunhilde will guide you to the room where the tea party will be held. Once there, there were three music teachers, and Eglantine, who prayed to the goddess of light at the service dance, and, for some reason, Anastasius.

... I didn't hear the prince was present!

When I look back at Brunhilde unintentionally, Brunhilde also looks at the candy eyes in surprise. I didn't even seem to know Brunhilde.

One of the teachers seemed to notice our surprise, alternating between me and Anastasius as he lowered his brow butt like trouble.

"I seem to have heard from Master Eglantine about today's tea party, and Prince Anastasius said he wanted to be present. All of a sudden, we've eaten too, Master Rosemayne. May I?

"Yeah, of course. It's an honor to be with Prince Anastasius."

The smile caught my eye for a moment, but I think I could have returned the answer to the point. Of course, my true point is, "Don't show your face to a tea party that hasn't even been invited!". I'm afraid of failure, so I'd rather not be royal or anything.

"Come this way, Master Rosemaine"

I teach music to lord candidates and senior aristocrats, that is, my teacher showed me the seat next to him. It honestly helps that there are teachers and students alternating on a round table, both my neighbors are teachers and there is a cushion between them and the prince.

Head to your seat as you greet the prince or teacher. Eglantine halved up with intricately knotted wavy blonde hair that was also convincing to be likened to the goddess of light, softly narrowing her bright orange eyes.

"You've never talked like this, Master Rosemayne, although you've greeted me at a friendly meeting. I was so excited for your music. It's a pleasure to be with you today."

Eglantine said she was a profound student of art and asked to be present, knowing that I would be invited to a tea party by my music teachers.

"I've wanted to be with you once since I saw Eglantine's dedication dance audition."

"You know Christine, who graduated three years ago, right? She's also a famous Fesspiel, and I've been with you a couple of times at a tea party."

As I can see, you've deliberately brought up the subject of Aerenfest, but I can't even say I don't know Christine.

"As you all know, I slept for two years, so I have little direct knowledge with Christine. But my dedicated musician was very fond of Christine. I've heard that if it wasn't for me, I would have liked to be my own."

"Well, it must be wonderful that Christine wants it for an exclusive musician. Is there a lot of people in Aerenfest who have musical talent? Will you let me listen to it quickly?

Encouraged by Eglantine, Rosina turns her gaze to me as she heads to the prepared chair. And I sat in my seat, which was ready, and smiled and showed Rosina a nickel.

As everyone's gaze drew attention, Rosina took a slow, deep breath and set up a fesh peel.

"I composed the song you're about to play, but it was Master Ferdinand and my dedicated musician Rosina who braided it for ease of playing. Rosina, please play the song dedicated to the god of fire, Rydenshaft, at the beginning."

"Yes, Master Rosemaine."

Not only does Eglantine seem to listen to the fesh peel played by Rosina, but Anastasius as well. The teachers are also staring at Rosina with interest.

... because my Rosina is amazing.

While the gaze gathers in Rosina, the side servants on the spot quickly prepare sweets and tea.

"It's so wonderful. Christine likes you, and you're a good celebrity."

Words of praise pour down Rosina's arms. Praised with the former Lord, Rosina laughed hauntingly.

"Can I leave today's performance to Rosina? I'd love to hear some other songs."

Anastasius and the teacher nodded at Eglantine's suggestion.

It was something Brunhilde and Richarda had taught me beforehand, but by letting Rosina play it this way, they make their musicians remember their new songs by ear. And when I get home, they're gonna make me write a score.

You can also spare the song and hoist its value, but the Aerenfest students are already playing it all over with their practical skills. There are also princes here, so I am told not to spare any effort even in the sense of making connections.

"Rosina, they're all looking forward to it, so please don't play any other songs. Next, I'd like a song dedicated to the goddess of wisdom."

When I said that, I heard Rosina laugh naturally as she played a song that made her mind a little easier and rebuilt her fesh peel.

"Oh, I don't like it. Tea's falling behind."

The teacher laughs embarrassingly, sipping tea and sweets and behaving to everyone. And I took a bite of the cattle curls that I had brought with me, and showed them, and recommended them unto everyone.

"It's a cattle curl with honey. Please include this if you like."

"... that's kind of a poor minister's treat"

Anastasius looked at Katorkar and praised him as such. Although it is true that it is not flashy in the appearance of cattle curls, it is in my opinion tastier than a central treat such as that which is solidifying sugar.

"Oh, it looks rustic, but it's delicious. It's reasonably sweet, very easy to eat… I like it"

"It's unusual for Eglantine to say that."

Anastasius also puts only one bite in his mouth, and whoops, squeals. However, the taste seems to have fallen within the scope of my preferences, given the faster movement of my hands since then.

"I rather liked this one"

Anastasius seemed to like eating on a rum-top. I think maybe you like the fact that the flavour of alcohol beats sweetness.

... Katorkar with Lumtophu may be more acceptable to men, even in central aristocracy.

I use quite a bit of sugar in Lumtophu, and I'm going to need expensive alcohol, so if you explain the area, it's going to be relatively easy to accept.

The honeyed cattle curls were also well received by the teachers. It seems sweet enough.

At Aerenfest, honeyed cattle curls delight children who like sweet things, but adults preferred things with carved ferrigine or tea leaves. There seems to be quite a difference in preference.

"Nevertheless, what beautiful hair. Isn't that the color hair of the night as if it had been blessed by the Dark God"

"Master Eglantine's hair seems to have been blessed by the goddess of light. It's so beautiful when the light shines."

"Oh, you're good. But there is no luster like Rosemayne's hair. What the hell are you using?

The teachers have also done their utmost to devour the shaken topic of Eglantine.

"That's right. Advanced folds were brilliant with all the hair of Aerenfest female students."

"Does Aerenfest have any secrets?

The atmosphere of the Tea Party today is more similar to that of the Mothers Tea Party than that with Solange. The way teachers my mother's age look at me and wait for answers is familiar even with Aerenfest.

"I use a phosphor when washing my hair. We're going to be selling them as Aerenfest specialties in the future."

Is it going to be sold ahead, and unfortunately Eglantine sighed.

"Sell a little first"

"Huh? Um..."

... What should I answer in times like this? Yes, even if I say yes, I don't know how much it is for a little while, and I'm having trouble having money exchanges!

When the exchange of money occurs, the Cleric Chief checks me hard. Even if I give it to you for free, if I promise it in a public place called Tea Party for teachers, it will take the form of dedication to the royal family. Naturally, it needs a lot of quality and quantity. I can't give you the "if this is okay" call to use. It would be horrible to just think about what I would be told if I did that.

"Wow, I can't get back to you in one place. We want to at least get permission from Aub Aerenfest, because there will be money exchanges."

"Dear Anastasius, I'm not saying you can't do this to a freshman. Isn't it decided that buying and selling goes through the Lords' Conference?"

Apparently, it is decided not to be bought or taken up forcefully by the superior.

"But you want it for graduation?

To Anastasius' words Eglantine turned out to be just a little undecided. Apparently it was a star. Apparently Anastasius thought about getting it because Eglantine wants to use a phosphor for her graduation ceremony, which is also an mitzvah.

"... if you will excuse me for what I am using, I will only divide it into a few pieces for you, Master Eglantine. Well, I haven't brought too many, so it's really just a little bit more."

In my words Eglantine shined her face, and Anastasius gave a grumpy look at a glance.

"It's a little Aerenfest. The answer to me is a lot different from the answer to Eglantine."

"Isn't it entirely apart from giving Lady Eglantine just one serving of the phosphor in transit and selling the phosphor at Prince Anastasius's request? If you sell it to the royalty, or offer it, you must align the quality and quantity. There's nothing I can do about it."

"... the contents are appropriate for a habit with small shapes."

What the hell is my assessment like in Anastasius?

"If Linshan can't prepare, there's no choice. Rosemaine, make a song dedicated to the goddess of light by graduation."

"... Huh?

"Then I'll buy you out."

... I don't know, you impotent swing. I don't know why.

What the hell does the composition have to do with the inability to prepare the phosphors? Compare me with Anastasius as the teachers who are looking at me tilting their necks are in trouble.

"I think it's hard to write a new song by graduation, Prince Anastasius"

"If the Virgin of Aerenfest is good at dedicating songs to God, that's how much she should be able to do. Wouldn't you?

Say you can, and the eyes of Gray of Anastasius stare at me.

... a song dedicated to the goddess of light, hey.

I turned my gaze to Eglantine looking at this one worryingly. In me, the image of the Goddess of Light has so far been fixed in Eglantine. If it's the kind of song that suits Eglantine, it might seem like it.

... does the hymn sound like it?

"Doctor, may I borrow that table over there?

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

"Filine, prepare some paper and ink for the table over there. Rosina, write it down."

"Yes, I did!

Having seen my compositional landscape, the servants immediately seemed to wonder what they would do. He moves Rosina's chair and helps her get ready for the filine so she can get the place ready right away.

"You don't have to braid, just write down the main melody"

"Yes, sir."

"La la la la la"

I sing the Lord's Melody and write it down a few bars at a time as Rosina picks up the sound with fesh peel. It's not that long, so if you don't make an arrangement, it'll be over soon.

"How about this? I'm going to need a little more time because I'm going to braid to be a little more glamorous when I play at Feshpeel and I'm going to make a song that the goddess of light deserves."

"Rosemaine, who..."

Unlike Anastasius, who is a pocan, Eglantine let go and praised me for "it's great".

"What a beautiful song. Your heart will be clear and you will likely feel the presence of the gods"

"I made this song thinking of Master Eglantine. Ever since I saw the archery of the service dance, the goddess of light is like Eglantine in me."

Too praised, I told him that I had placed Eglantine on the selection criteria with a little light, and now I dyed my cheeks just as Eglantine did.

"I'm glad Master Rosemaine isn't here. If I had been dedicated to improvising a lovely song like this, I would have been distraught."

Anastasius stood up quietly to the words of Eglantine, who laughed couscous.

"Rosemaine"

"Yes."

"The song is dedicated to Eglantine. I don't want it. Interested."

That said, Anastasius is leaving the room. I was bleeding all at once. When she told me to make it and I was writing a song, she asked me to be interested.

... What shall I do, my social, great failure!

"I've pissed Prince Anastasius off"

As I groaned, staring at the door that Anastasius had left, Eglantine grinned troubled.

"That's a little different. I'll take care of it, so Lady Rosemayne won't feel safe. Teachers, I'm very sorry, but I must apologize."

"Yeah, Master Eglantine. Thank you for your time."

Let Eglantine and her side follow Anastasius and leave the room. "Being a troubled prince," I apologized, turning bright blue to the teachers drinking tea.

"Teachers, I'm sorry I screwed up the tea party"

"You're welcome. Because that attitude of Prince Anastasius was just a little stubborn in the way Rosemaine and Eglantine were getting along."

"It's not what Lady Rosemaine cares about. Let me hear more fesh peel than that."

"But..."

Comparing the doors to the teachers, my teacher glanced lightly over my shoulders.

"Master Eglantine has gone after you, so you'll be fine. Prince Anastasius can't help but want to distract Master Eglantine at all times. Instead, may I thank Master Rosemayne now?

"It may be too early for Rosemayne, but it's a little rush."

Just for the record, the teachers told me that Eglantine is the youngest daughter of a third prince who died in a coup d 'état and is a former princess who adopted her with her grandfather, the lord of the great territory of Classenburg, to become a candidate for the lord. Many do not know she is a former princess because she moved to her grandfather before the christening ceremony.

The current king won the coup d 'état because Aub Krassenburg was on his side, and if he shot his adopted daughter and former princess, Eglantine, he would surely approach the throne. Anastasius and his brother, the First Prince, seem desperate to turn Eglantine around somehow.

"... I do not think that Prince Anastasius' desperation is solely an emotion intended for the throne. Looking at the Prince reminds me of Aub Aerenfest's House of Lords days"

"He was a hard worker."

I've never heard a word about my adoptive father being a hard worker. As I round my eyes, the teachers narrow their eyes as they nostalgic for the old days, laughing joyfully.

"To escort the current First Lady to graduation, I don't care..."

"It was a smile to watch."

"The difference between two years of age in the House of Lords is huge."

... What's that, more details!

It seemed almost at the same time that I embarked on my journey and my closest friends turned to the teachers with intrigue. After the teachers looked at each other, they laughed at each other like pranks.

"If we talk too much, it will be difficult for Aub Aerenfest to get ahead of us, so shall we stop around here? If it's about Aerenfest, shouldn't we talk about Master Ferdinand?

"Right. No one thought it would be a waste of time."

After hearing a little about his adoptive father's past, the topic shifted to the Legend of the Chief Cleric, and the Tea Party ended.