Ascendance of a Bookworm

Decide on details such as setting up a place for discussion after the blizzard has stopped to the extent that the carriage can pass through, my presence, and keeping some dossiers together on current production and its margins.

"The snowstorm is getting stronger"

Everyone shuts their mouths perfectly with Gill's voice looking out the window. If we don't hurry back, we should be getting stronger and stronger snowstorms in the future.

The meeting was hastily dissolved with Benno saying farther away that there was as much to discuss, but it was only helpful to avoid being called out without any preparation.

As the snow and wind grew stronger, I gazed through the window at everyone returning early enough, and I sighed lightly.

I couldn't even sweeten Rutz because there were so many people out there today, and I just feel depressed when I think about cancelling my contract from now on. I drank all the tea I had left, and I returned to the temple chief's office.

After lunch, he decided to prepare to meet Geebe Haldenzel after today's meeting wrap-up and dedication ceremony.

"You have to tell the Chief Cleric what was decided at today's meeting, right, Zahm? May I ask you to keep a request for a visit? And please ask me to lend you the Ordnants."

"Yes, sir."

"Monica would like to summarise the contents of today's meeting before she meets with the Chief Cleric. Fran, bring me the Haldenzel material that Gil is putting together for me."

When I wave my work to the side servants, I glance over Haldenzel's materials, which Fran has prepared for me. I have to wash out what the negotiations I have to make to Geebe Haldenzel as to how far the Gutenbergs work and where they are stuck.

Nevertheless, does Geebe Haldenzel know what the hell kind of book your mother is making? Do some books have been made by other than your mother? I've been so worried.

... Ha, the book your mother made, I want to read it.

I can't help but be concerned about the condition that there are books that I haven't read, even though they are my own. I want to go to the castle's private room just to read those two books, even though it's calmer to be in the temple.

With that in mind, Zahm, who was taking a wooden plaque for a visit to the chief cleric, came back with a slightly troubled face.

"Zahm, is something wrong?

"He said the chief cleric wouldn't come out while he was caged in the workshop. My sidekick told me they haven't had a meal since dinner last night."

He thought if I went to help him with the 3 bells, he would just come out of the workshop, but there was a meeting and he didn't go. For that reason, it's time for the 5 bells to ring, but they don't come out of the workshop.

... I'm sure it's broom research time because there was a souvenir of Dr. Hillsur in the bulk of the luggage to be brought to the temple.

"While I was asleep, did the Cleric Chief keep busy with all your work? Shouldn't I let you like it for a day or so?

"Yesterday, it seems like a cage all the way back to the temple, so another day is up. Besides, the Chief Cleric hasn't eaten meals in the meantime."

If Zahm clouded his face worryingly as he looked at the door, Fran looked just as troubled as Zahm. I always thought, "Fran," "Thurm," "Chief Cleric's ex-side service" was too fond of the Cleric Chief.

"Should we go check on him once?

"It would be very helpful if you could do that. The Chief Cleric is commanded only by the Temple Chief, Lord Rosemaine."

... where I ordered it, I have no desire to be heard.

In the meantime, I sighed wondering if I could reassure the Frans. Then he leads to the clergyman's room, accompanied by a zam and a franc who will open the door.

"Rosemaine, you've come a long way."

That's what he said and welcomed me with a smile was Brother Eckhardt, who encouraged me to do paperwork at the clergyman's desk. As I look at the documents, I look around the room, and realize that there is no sign of Justkus.

"Brother Eckhardt, where is Justkus? Are you pushing Brother Eckhardt to work, and you and the Cleric Chief are caged in the workshop?

"No, Justkus went back to the castle when there was little snow in the morning. The job I was asked to do is done."

I was looking forward to the souvenirs of Hirschühl, but the shrine chief's workshop has specifications that I cannot enter unless I am quite highly magical so that my adoptive father will not disturb me. Because of this, Justkus was unable to enter, and while he looked at the workshop with regret, he quickly returned to the castle after only completing the work he had been asked to do.

"Besides, I work voluntarily. What I'm doing is not what Master Ferdinand ordered me to do."

I hear Brother Eckhardt was moving on and helping with paperwork so that the clergyman could get some longer research time. But they say that's about the limit, too.

"Rosemayne would put you in Master Ferdinand's workshop, too?

"I can let you in, but I can't do it unless the chief cleric opens it for me. We don't register magic."

The chief cleric registered his magic in my workshop in the temple chief's office, so the chief cleric is free to enter and leave, but I am not registered in the chief cleric's workshop, so I cannot enter.

While dropping his disappointing shoulders, Brother Eckhardt turns his gaze to the magic equipment to give voice to the workshop.

"Will you give me a shout? If it means that a guest has arrived, Master Ferdinand might be able to handle it a little. Even if I speak up, you won't even answer me anymore."

I had no choice but to make contact with the workshop. I touched the magic equipment gently and spoke up.

"Chief Cleric, this is Rosemaine."

"You. I'm busy now. Unless it's urgent, come back later."

"It's urgent. Eat rice for your health. I'm worried about your side service and Brother Eckhardt!

"Okay. I'll eat as long as I get to a good cut, so you don't have to worry."

Speaking so succinctly, I looked back at Brother Eckhardt, away from the magic apparatus when I exhaled lightly.

"I'm not dying where I skipped a meal two days a day, and the clergyman says I'll eat if I get to a good cut, and if you come out by the service ceremony, wouldn't that be good?

Immersed in reading in the Reino period and having a similar experience, I know very well the sentiment of a clergyman who can hardly be cut up. Wouldn't it be otherwise good if you would have a service ceremony that would have a great obstacle around you?

When I wanted to leave him alone until I felt better already, the clergyman's side service and Brother Eckhardt knelt before me.

"Rosemayne, Master Ferdinand has been the same answer since this morning, but can we do something about it? If so, is there anything that might interest Mr. Ferdinand?

With such a face that I had nothing else to lose, Brother Eckhardt told me so, and I took my breath away. Brother Eckhardt's plea is going to last forever if we don't manage to get the clergyman out there who has been pulled into a workshop that no one can open, like the heavenly doors of the Great God of Heaven.

"... it's easy for you to come out quickly, but I think I'm going to be pissed off. I don't feel comfortable."

When I shook my head, "I don't want to be angry for a while because I was just scolded during this time," he said, "Did Lord Rosemayne do anything to get scolded by the Chief Cleric?" Fran gives me a sad face, and Zahm encourages me to "scold me too".

... Even if you say that, it's a little bit like throwing a story from yourself that would be deliberately pissed off by a grumpy cleric pulled out of the workshop.

Brother Eckhardt, who had been thinking about it for a while, luminescently blue-eyed and laid Pong and his hand on my shoulder, lurked his voice to secretly tell a secret story.

"You're less of a whisperer if you get angry early on, Rosemaine. Now, if we turn to the results of the study of magic tools, we will be able to relieve some anger and distract ourselves."

"Okay. Let's do it."

If the sheriff's novel decreases, it's not a story. And when I lifted up my face, I spoke again to the magic apparatus.

"Chief Cleric, come out."

"... were you still there?

"We'll have dinner with you. I thought we had to talk about magic compression. Are you interested in four-step magic compression? The temple has the chief clergyman and my escort knights... only those who already know about magic compression, so I don't think it's a problem to talk about meals."

The word of the Chief Cleric stopped. Maybe he's putting on a scale to talk about continuing his research and magic compression.

"Later, we have a consultation. I want to teach the children of the old Veronicans how to compress magic and take it into the faction..."

"What the hell are you thinking!?

Bang! and opened the door wide and the clergyman came out. Advice, the effect of pulling the chief cleric out of the workshop was immense, but I can see at a glance that the blue muscle is flashing. He looked sleepless, but his eyes were glittering because he was immersed in what he liked. Is this an oversized thunder course left to anger?

"I was just scolded for the importance of reporting, contacting and consulting, so I thought I'd talk to you properly. Would you listen to me?

"... you'll have to ask. Totally."

Without concealing the look of reluctance, the clergyman sighed.

"Then when the 6 bells ring, mine..."

"You come to this room. Don't disturb me any more until dinner."

... I'm sure you're going to study even the critical part of dinner.

With my eyes looking at the workshop, I can quickly see what the Chief Cleric is thinking. I've never seen it so easy to understand.

"Yes, I did. So when the 6 bells ring, you come here."

When I laughed nicely, the chief clergyman returned to the workshop with a grumpy face. I take my gaze off the closed door, and I look around the side servants.

"So prepare my share of the meal."

"I'm afraid, Temple Chief. The Chief Cleric is going to be at your table for dinner, and I'm relieved."

Part of the side service begins to move instantly, because my share of dinner must also be prepared.

Coming this way for dinner means that my side service must also prepare dishes and other things, and I need steps such as side service to follow by the 6 bells and splitting by the escort knights whether to finish early dinner or late after the dinner party.

"Dear Rosemaine, let's go back to your room once."

"So, Brother Eckhardt. I come here with six bells."

"Oh, I'm waiting. Perhaps if the promised Rosemayne didn't speak up, Master Ferdinand wouldn't come out. I'm more than happy to move Master Ferdinand."

Brother Eckhardt praised me with a smile similar to that of your father saying "well done," but I'm not too happy to be praised for that.

As I return to my room and make a summary note of my thoughts on the magic compression that I speak to the Cleric Chief, there is a rush of preparation going on around me, six bells ringing.

And I went again to the priest's chamber, and the priest with his face was out of the workshop, waiting.

I have to confront the grumpy clergyman alone while the servants prepare the dishes. I resent Brother Eckhardt's cool face standing behind the clergyman who is fronting about being grumpy.

"Chief Cleric, your emotions are not contained. And nobles shouldn't show their emotions like that, should they?

"Anyway, if I had suppressed my feelings with you, I wouldn't be able to convey anything to you that I'm uncomfortable with, right? I take care to make sure you understand."

He's bothering to look grumpy as I can see, but I don't need that consideration.

"So, what the hell does teaching the old Veronicans magic compression mean? Didn't you say you wouldn't teach anyone hostile to you?

"I'm not going to teach the enemy. It hasn't changed there. However, I did not seem to understand the size of the faction and the availability of information until I met the children of the old Veronicans in the House of Lords."

Because it was the largest faction, there are many former Veronicans. There's no way I can do anything to get rid of it all.

"Besides, there was a child who was told and acted upon by his parents, without information being given, as a result of falling for Brother Wilfried, and who regretted it. Some children are automatically assigned to the faction to which their parents belong, but wonder when they will be able to choose their own faction."

"Don't pick your own faction to act on until you've grown up"

"So you're going to miss the time when magic stretches the most, right? Like Angelica and Brother Cornelius, it seems hopeless to see up close those who have stretched once and for all in a few years that their parents' factions can't get magic just because they're different"

The clergyman tries to close his eyes gently and groans, "Surely the most magical stretch can be made while attending the House of Lords".

"By changing the contract contents of contract magic from those of the same faction, can't we take it in here just for the children's generation?

"It's hard to set terms, even if you change the contract."

"I want to leave the additions and subtractions around there to the clergyman and mother who are familiar with the actual factional relationship. I think we need to be vigilant, but we can't cut this number off."

The chief clergyman, who conceived, glanced at me with his sharp eyes of gold.

"You'd have other aims, wouldn't you? Be honest."

"Ugh...... I wonder, then, if by tying in the contract, if my adoptive fathers could reassure me that I would be able to put the old Veronican child near me."

In my words, the chief priest opened his eyes once. And look at me with a bottom-cold smile, even near the fireplace, and speak somewhat lower.

"You must be really stupid, right? You don't remember what you were done? Even two years ago for us, it shouldn't have changed a single season for you, did it?

"... I may be an idiot, but the old Veronicans have promising talent too. Wouldn't it be a waste if you didn't grow it and use it"

I highly value Rhoderich's ability to collect stories and not remember them well enough to improvise and continue.

"Besides, it's uncomfortable in a dorm with growing discontent and disappointment."

"It's like that in a dorm or something. So much for factional rivalry, right?

Hung and the chief cleric rattled their noses and said so.

"But as a performance improvement committee, we decided to team up for each professional course to pass the course, and reward them all for their speed and grades, so we worked together quite a bit beyond the faction."

The multi-purpose hall where everyone gathered became quite soothing as they taught each other to study to come up with and pass opinions vibrantly, although at first it was a little too creepy.

The chief cleric turns his eyes to the report, and sees me as unbelievable.

"... were you doing that?

"Yes, because my adoptive father ordered me to improve my grades. Setting up rewards and competing to improve overall grades is the same as in a children's room in winter.... Is that it? Brother Wilfried was getting a report from the House of Lords, wasn't he?

I thought it was something I knew, I lean my neck. I can't believe you haven't reported something so important, I still think Brother Wilfried should study how to write a report.

"It was a questionnaire about you that was reaching me. There's a lot of important information hidden in the information that Vilfreet decided wasn't enough to ask."

I look at this one with suspicion. From the chief cleric, I gently take my gaze off. Is it my fault that I feel kind of scolded?

"In the meantime, I found that there was enough interaction in the dorm to allow for an exchange of views with the children of the old Veronicans. Let's see if we can't take it into the faction at all by dividing the contract contents. If we succeed in capturing the adult children from now on, the force map will change dramatically.... of course, prudence becomes more important than anything because it also leads to taking risks. Do not inadvertently move on this matter until a clear conclusion has been reached"

"Yes."

Talking about eating dinner is about a souvenir from Hillsur. I asked Hirschühl what kind of magic equipment he wanted me to fix.

"It's a magic trick used for lectures. I didn't think you were still using it. I thought I'd just made some new magic equipment..."

After my own interpretation of what the chief cleric explained to me, I found it to be a magic instrument like a projector. They say if you put magic into the Demon Stone, in the meantime, you can keep the letters written on the paper in a white cloth like a slide.

"Hirschühl is right, anything but research is a very troublesome character. I have to give the same explanation over and over again in my lecture, which seems frustrating, but if the students can't hear it, I just have to ask questions. If the school year progresses and there are more procedures, it becomes harder and harder to remember everything. For this reason, in a lecture on formula, we created a magic tool that can be reflected without having to explain the procedure again and again."

He created Hirshur's bad mood for coming back from the lecture because it was a hassle for the chief cleric. Hirshur was thrilled that once he had written the procedure, it was an excellent one that could be used for years.

"From what I hear about you, Hirschühl doesn't seem to have changed at all."

"... If the chief cleric says he still feels bad about magic compression, I'm sure Dr. Hirschle will say the same thing. You must have done quite a bit of impossibility in the House of Lords, too, huh?

"I'm not particularly imposing. So, what is the fourth stage of magic compression?

It seems to me that the old Veronicans occupied their heads and remembered that they had not yet heard about the magic compression at the heart, and the Chief Cleric sees me.

Explaining what I had done with my magic compression skills, the Chief Cleric shook his head, "I don't understand only your thoughts at all". After all, they don't normally think about those who are already compressed trying to compress even more.

When the chief cleric learned magic compression, he was compressing it thinking of what Hirschühl said about "simmering magic," but he changed the way he compressed it, realizing that he could fold it up and pack it in more.

"I see. Do you combine, not change the way you do it? You seem to have uncompressed the magic once you've freed it, but if you try to simmer the stuffed magic and reduce the scratch, it won't be a problem. Why bother to increase the first stage? Turn it at the end."

"... because it was the easiest for me to imagine"

The third stage in me is a futon compression bag. I just couldn't imagine boiling that. If you want to drain the moisture and make it crisp instead of boiling it, you might be able to imagine it.

As I was trying to close my eyes gently to see if the magic could compress, I heard a sound from Fran.

"Dear Rosemaine, Chief Cleric, your hands on the meal have stopped. Why don't you think about it after a meal with a difficult face?

It seems that not only I, but the clergyman and the escort knight standing behind me were all trying to compress magic. When I glanced over and gently clasped my shoulders, I continued my meal.

"That's your idea of combining compression methods. Does this fourth phase teach everyone?

"... is to be taught near my side. I think it would be nice to have taught the leaders as well, other than that...... would it be a chase? I'd like to keep it as a trump card."

After I resumed my meal, I also asked about Schwartz and Weiss' magic formation. The Chief Cleric nodded several times when he reported that the two guards had objects that reflected attacks from the enemy.

"I've never seen a magic team give back to more than one, although there are similar performance objects in the magic fixtures of defense that I let you have. However, with the amount of magic you need, it's worth the research, but it's not for your everyday use."

It seems the chief priest will study the protection of Schwartz and the others to strengthen my protection as well. Apparently, you're going to experiment with me.

"If I didn't have as much extra magic as you, I wouldn't be able to shed magic on my magic equipment while I was taking lectures, would I?... By the way, how much health and muscle strength have you recovered?

...... I haven't recovered much because reading books in the library was my top priority.

To a question angry and filled with elements, I laugh with nicole and go off the record as Brother Eckhardt taught me.

"It will be hard to shed magic on the Schwartz and the others, Dr. Solange also said. Me, I've never been compared to anyone else, so I don't know how much magic I have, but it's pretty much, isn't it?

"... compression is done without bitterness, and it's going through more and more stages. I can't even compare it to my age."

The chief cleric said that if the body were to grow from now on, it would be more.

"We also needed magic to protect the Schwartz, and Dr. Hirschühl didn't seem to be close because Dr. Solange was spreading magic to protect the Schwartz. I was overjoyed to write down the magic formation when I measured it. But what did you find out from the magic team? Chief Cleric, have you found anything new?

"Oh, it's really interesting"

Off topic seems to have succeeded. The chief cleric speaks slightly quicker than usual and tells us about the beauty of the magic formations that were embroidered in his stomach. It's a fairly complex magic formation, and they say a number of attributes are superimposed in perfect balance.

"You said Dr. Hillsur was full of holes, didn't you? Can the Chief Cleric fill a hole?

"I haven't fully done it yet. But I want to try. If you're in Aerenfest, such as this opportunity to see the research results of a royal individual, it's not the first time."

If I could have gone to the center, I would have had a chance to touch it, but the chief cleric shrugs. Even if I wanted to go to the center, I somehow found out that the title Lords Candidate couldn't get in the way. Just as I cannot transfer my domicile to the centre, and I cannot get a job in the library of the House of Lords.

... Then I think I should take this opportunity to wave my arms as the Cleric Chief likes.

"Chief Cleric, I, as Lord of Schwartz and Weiss, must make a new costume. According to Dr. Hillsur, it will be a challenge that must be addressed throughout Aerenfest so as not to be embarrassed in the House of Lords. I heard you need a lot of valuable material to add a new magic formation of protection. Is it possible for the Clerical Chief to help you create a costume that is not embarrassing to put out in the center?

"... Hmm. A challenge to your ancestors and future generations? Funny."

Firstly, the chief clergyman begins to whine as he drools over his thoughts about where it would be better to improve, if it was from an improvement in the magic formation. Leave it to the chief cleric, he might be able to do an amazing costume.

Chief Cleric, seriously all-purpose! and as I admired it in my heart, Fran sighed with a very troubled face.

"Both of you, your hands are stopped again. This won't get you around to the orphanage."

... Ooh, sorry.

In the meantime, catch the clergyman who immediately tried to cage him in the workshop after the meal with Brother Eckhardt.

"Chief Cleric, if you are called, choose either to come out on your own or to register my magic so that you can enter and leave the workshop. It's hard to be begged to summon the Chief Cleric like this every day."

"... ha, if it's enough for you to get in and out freely, it's better to come out. Still, you're starting to look like Richarda."

"They pulled me out of the library every day in the House of Lords."

Hands on his hips so that Richarda would do well, and let him preach, the chief cleric shook his head slowly, with a deep sigh.

"Rosemaine, don't take too much care of Richarda."

"Replace that word, side service, with a return to the Chief Cleric. Don't take too much trouble serving."

Shortly afterwards, Darmuel held her mouth down for a long time and laughed, and the clergyman stared at her.

Lesson of the day, if you don't even squeal, you'll be shot.