Ascendance of a Bookworm

After our contract witchcraft was dissolved, new contract witchcraft was exchanged to allow Aub Aerenfest to lead the way in expanding the paper and printing industries.

Contract as Aub Aerenfest, not Zilvester, so that the Lords can handle the business related to paper making and printing even if it is replaced. Likewise, Benno will contract as the Plantan Chamber of Commerce, with a view to replacing it. Being the adoptive daughter of a lord and going to expand the printing industry substantially, I have named the contract in my personal name, so that profits can be made in expanding my business, but Lutz, who is only the Dapra of the Plantan Chamber of Commerce, does not give his name to this contract.

The new contract will take the form of Aub Aerenfest's purchase of the right to determine the paper mill I had so far and the right to sell that Lutz had, a contract that will continue to flow to the Plantan Chamber of Commerce some of the profits related to paper making and printing. Of course, it's not the same percentage as before, and buying and selling can now be handled by other chambers of commerce.

"... Plantain Chamber of Commerce, now you have no problem?

Benno nodded as he stared at the new contract magic paper offered.

"I know how honorable it is to take care of Aub Aerenfest and treat the Plantan Chamber of Commerce."

Benno expresses his gratitude to the Plantain Chamber of Commerce and to me for taking the utmost account of the new contract.

... he said it was a broken deal.

At a time when Lutz is being removed from his new covenant, it is neither broken nor anything to me.

After Benno signs and pushes his blood sentence, I also sign indicating my consent, signed by Aub Aerenfest, who finally received a contract magic paper from a civilian.

Contract magic wrapped in a golden flame led to a new contract.

There's no name for Lutz there. Mother said I should make a new connection with a new contract, but I couldn't make a new connection. I've been here with you the whole time, but it seems like I've been poked in front of you that my distance from Rutz has been so far away that my heart gets cold.

...... I'd like to give Lutz a goo.

I want the peace of mind that it won't change. I want the touch, the warmth, what I can't get now that I've become a nobleman, for real.

... I want to go home.

After the contract witchcraft, a civil servant talked to me about the development of the Lower Town, and said in roundabout terms that it was the quickest way to change it with creative witchcraft at once, but because the Lower Town had no room to turn that much witchcraft around, so that I could do something with my manpower.

To the statement of creating and changing the city at once: "There is nothing absurd about annoying the hands of Aub Aerenfest. We'll make all the arrangements we can here," the guild chief and Benno dismiss as bright blue.

That would be so. Guild chiefs and Benno watch as Hasse's little temple is built in magic. It's just horrible to think that you can mess with Lower Town at that rate.

And I went in between the civil servants and the merchants, and opened my mouth.

"I will arrange the organization of the budget for the development of the Lower Town by order of the Civilian, but it is in fact the Lower Town who will be in charge, leaving it to Gustav, the head of the Commercial Alliance, to take control. It will be a big business. If possible, start around the boulevard from the crowded West Gate to the East Gate. We'll discuss how we can beautify the city later."

"Whatever Rosemayne says."

The merchants hang their necks in my words. He had a horrible voice.

And he tells them to disperse, and the merchants are let out of the room by a civilian. I was not lost in the motion to leave the lookout room, and I watched everyone's motion, but Lutz never saw this one.

At the end of my discussions with the merchants, I was immediately summoned to the Lord's office. Surrounded by the leadership and a number of civilians, a civilian will report on the outcome of today's discussion to the clergymen and mothers who were not there on the spot.

"As requested, the new contract gives the Plantan Chamber of Commerce the utmost consideration"

It seems normal to treat buying rights and ending them. Although only a fraction of it, we will continue to make profits. to an emerging chamber of commerce that has only been able to do so for a few years.

I would not have included such a contract unless it was the Chamber of Commerce that Lady Rosemaine was putting in, and I was frustrated with the clerk who said farther away. I did not know the hardships of creating new technologies, nor did I know much of the assistance Benno had given us, and I narrowed my eyes unintentionally to the manner in which they were said to be merely dependent.

"Rosemaine"

Instruct the clergyman to move his hand gently and suppress it, as if it were hazy. I breathed slowly, exhaled, and I had a nickel and a superb loving laugh.

"The contract I just had with the Plantain Chamber of Commerce is for the paper and printing industries, manufacturing and sales, so it doesn't include the technical offering, does it?

"... Rosemaine?

"From now on, the workshop will be opened by me sending a teacher role from the Rosemaine Workshop and asking the Plantain Chamber of Commerce to set up the Aerenfest Paper Association and Printing Association, but I will decide on the amount of money in terms of technical contributions to recover it from the Guibe of the land. And I will pay the corresponding amount to Ilkner who will work with me as a Plantan Chamber of Commerce and teacher from the amount I have recovered"

Everyone turned their eyes round to my sudden remarks. My adoptive father blinks wonderfully.

"What happened all of a sudden? Why the hell would you do that?

"Thinking about the circumstances of previous discussions, moving plantain chambers of commerce and craftsmen here and there on the grounds that they are not in the content of the contract is unlikely to pay the corresponding thanks or technical fees. I can't imagine how hard it would be for a noble civilian to understand the hardship of merchants and craftsmen who have to do just as much work as before while participating in a new business that has to divide many employees from spring to fall."

It's not a charity, it's supposed to be a big business ordered from a lord. But I don't think that would create a situation in which that would be a decent budget and the Gutenbergs would be able to do a good job. All we see is a future in which noble craftsmen will be crushed by the unscrupulous gestures characteristic of nobility.

"Because civilians and nobles are different."

He interpreted my words a little deviantly as not enough to leave you to understand the business. [M] I branded myself "utterly disqualified" in my heart.

"Right. I cannot entrust my important cause to anyone who is unwilling to understand from the edge. I will raise a civilian who can be involved in the printing and paper industry."

The clergyman peeled his eyes at my smiling proclamation.

"Rosemaine, calm down a little. That's not up to you to decide."

My words would only be transcendent and disrespectful because it became a business that Aub Aerenfest would take the initiative. But, disrespectfully, I don't know what, but things like the Plantan Chamber of Commerce and Gutenberg being crushed are unacceptable.

"If I do not decide, who will, Master Ferdinand? How many civil servants can get to know the paper industry and the printing industry, align themselves with craftsmen and chambers of commerce, and further develop the business that grew up to this point? Did Master Ferdinand raise you while I slept for two years? Or is there an Aub Aerenfest? If you're going to develop as a new business, are you capable enough to raise a civilian? If you're here, I don't have to raise you."

... If you look at the level of the civilian here, it's easy to observe.

The voice of my heart seemed to be a daddy-leak. The adoptive father, who had left it to the chief cleric for two years and had not got his hands on the paper and printing industries, strayed his gaze and made a roaring voice as the chief cleric held his temples.

"... Yustox should have some idea over the last two years"

"Now I will raise a civilian around Justkus"

Justkus is a freak who puts his life at risk in gathering information, but he may be highly suited to the new business because he has less aversion to the lower town and likes new things. When I smiled and nodded that he might be a surprisingly good person, the chief cleric shook his head, "No."

"That's user-friendly. I have trouble getting taken by you."

"Rosemaine, Justkus is near Ferdinand's side. Don't use it on your own. You can use a civilian here for your business."

You can use it as you like, my adoptive father said, but I refuse. I don't need incompetence. I immediately shook my head and said no.

"Aub Aerenfest, the paper industry and the printing industry are important businesses that I have always been involved in and nurtured. Making paper, printing and making tools for it are the work of a large number of civilians, rather, until now they have not had to be involved in nobility or anything else. You can't see things like getting your hands on nobles who don't know anything here and crushing the Chamber of Commerce and craftsmen. I don't understand the importance of the Plantain Chamber of Commerce or the preciousness of craftsmen, and I don't think I'm going to leave it to a civilian who seems to have no choice but to shake the blame and crush it."

"You mean you can't be a civilian here?

"Yes, I am well aware of the shortage of talent, but at least I want someone with a little more sight"

My adoptive father held his head as I described the qualities I needed: those who would not shun entry into and exit from the temple, those who could normally talk to the civilian population, those who were interested in a new cause.

"That has absolutely nothing to do with the abilities that have ever been required of a civilian."

"Naturally. There's no way a civilian can ever do business with a civilian."

"I see," the adoptive father nodded, saying that competence for the adoptive father and competence for me are separate.

"... ok. Leave the development of human resources involved in the paper and printing industries to Rosemaine. I'm pretty sure they're the most familiar in Aerenfest, and I don't understand the qualities they want."

"I'm afraid so."

My mother, who was listening to me, put her hand on her cheek and opened her mouth.

"Wouldn't it be nice to raise the lower and intermediate aristocratic civilians that the landowners use as deputies?

"Elvira?"

Everyone turned to their mother in unison. Most of us here are nobles born and raised in aristocratic neighborhoods. It is no mistake to say that there is no nobleman with land except his mother, who grew up as the daughter of Geebe Haldenzel.

"Compared to the aristocrats who grew up in noble neighborhoods, there are many opportunities to deal with civilians, and if we can moisturize our land with new businesses, I think we'll learn more about them seriously."

"... that's a good idea. We will use it as a consideration material."

It may be a good idea, but it may make it harder to take money for technology offerings from Geebe everywhere. It may be good for civilian qualities, so it needs to be considered. Let's talk to Benno.

I had a dream that night.

Walk down the road. I dream of walking on a long, long, flat road that I can't see ahead of me. There are stars shining like the North Star, and I'm walking for it.

At first I was alone. There's more families there, more ruts, more Benno and more Marc, and more and more busy.

Lutz carried me on my back, my father carried me on my shoulder, Benno or Marc held me up, and I was walking with everyone, too, slow-legged. Everyone is smiling and talking crap and laughing.

There were more francs and gills along the way, and the clergyman was there at some point. By then, there was a little grass growing at my feet. It's a soft grass to walk on. He's connecting with his family and Lutz's substitute hands, but the grass keeps growing and it's getting harder to walk.

That's a disturbing grass, and I looked at my feet pointing my lips, and somehow the road was divided with my family and the Lutz.

Still, I walk in the same direction as I walk, but I can walk as I speak with you, so I walk for the stars unchanged.

... It's a little too far.

The hands are still connected, but little by little, little by little, the distance is away, and everyone walks faster and faster. I move my feet desperately as I am about to be taken by the grass.

... Wait. Wait. Don't leave me!

The more you walk, the farther off the road you go. Everyone seems to smile and have fun, yet you don't realize I'm behind. Soon my hands were away, and I was alone.

... Father, Mother, Thuri, wait! Lutz, Lutz, don't leave me!

Someone called me a "princess" as I scratched the grass that was about my back length, searching for everyone and crying down the road.

"... Richarda?

When I woke up shaken and hazy, I saw Richarda peeking in worried. He seemed to be crying, dreaming. The pillow is cold.

Wake up slowly and wipe your eyes. I want to shake off a dream scene and shake my head several times. Still, the dream scene doesn't disappear, like it's burning in the back of my brain.

"Princess, it's been a long time, are you okay?

... It's not all right at all.

It stings like the back of my head is paralyzed, and I feel like the magic inside me is boiling hot.

"Richarda, tell Master Ferdinand I want to go home"

"... Yes, sir."

Without worrying about it early in the morning, Richarda immediately flew me the Ordnants.

I wash my face, let me change, and get breakfast. On the way to breakfast, the Ordnants return from the Cleric Chief. The white bird repeated the same contents three times in the voice of the chief cleric.

"Rosemaine, I heard a request from Richarda, but I have a meeting scheduled with Geebe Haldenzel today. Do you think I can stand it until after the interview?

I don't think I can stand it. Geebe Haldenzel is the one who couldn't make a paper mill out of contract magic as he expanded his printing business. If they say "I'm glad the contract magic was dissolved" in my current state, I'm not sure I can contain my emotions anymore.

"It's Rosemaine. I'm going home alone before things go wrong."

When I flew the Ordnants, now the Cleric Chief immediately received a sighing reply.

"Put in a rejection of the meeting, and then I'll pick you up. Don't act unsolicited and wait."

"Yes, sir."

Still waiting, I bite my back teeth. Richarda gently pounds my shoulder like that.

"Come on, come on, princess. Hurry up and finish your breakfast. In that way, Ferdinand Fang, you'll pick me up right away. You don't want to be scolded for calling in early in the morning and not being ready, do you?

I nodded and reached for the continuation of my breakfast to the words of Richarda, who was trying to make the atmosphere a little brighter.

In the meantime Otilier is preparing me for my return to the temple. I gathered all the cold gear and saw him contacting the escort knights in Ordnants.

"Your face is even worse today than usual. Will the princess be calmer in the temple? Please take your time."

"Richarda......"

Richarda laughed a little sadly.

"Rosemaine, are you ready?

The chief cleric picked me up, as Richarda said, right away. Had I had blurry breakfast, I might have been scolded.

"Made"

When it comes to preparation, there is not so much luggage I carry to travel with me, because each one has its own household goods. This time the phosphor paper I gave to Geebe Ilkner is the biggest package.

Okay, let's go.

"Welcome, Princess Rosemaine"

My Lesser Bus continues, led by the Cleric Chief and Brother Eckhardt, with Darmuel and Angelica at the rear escort.

When I got back to the temple with my speed up in a hurry, Fran was picking me up.

"Welcome back, Master Rosemaine"

Faster than I descend from the mounted beast, the chief priest who cleaned up his mounted beast approaches Fran.

"Fran, have you heard from him?

"We're already done. The other side went to set up the orphan director's office."

"Right. Looks a lot like it's hoarding up. Save the extra greetings and show them directly to the hidden room."

"Yes, sir."

When I came down from the horseman, the chief cleric offered me one leather bag.

"Rosemaine, get your hands in this and keep as much magic out of it as you can. You wouldn't want to blow up your magic and hurt it while you're still emotional, would you?

"I'm afraid so."

I go directly to the Office of the Orphan Dean with a leather bag that I have kept from the Cleric Chief.

"I received a letter from the Chief Cleric early in the morning, and I was truly surprised to serve him."

That's what Fran said to make me laugh bitterly. I can't use Ordnants on someone who doesn't have a stamp. In a letter of magic equipment that flies like a bird, he was ordered to call the Plantan Chamber of Commerce.

"Gil, who saw the letter, jumped out in a big panic. Isn't it time to bring Lutz back?

I guess the fireplace just got set on fire. The orphan dean's office, which I don't normally use, was still cold out.

"It's still cold in here, so don't remove the cold gear"

That's what Fran tells me, and I go into the orphan dean's office without taking off my cold gear. I was half relieved of the room, which was no different than when I was a civilian blue witch, and the other half was anxious to feel like that dream was going to be a true dream, showing off the distance that I was sure had been able to make.

"Lady Rosemaine and Lady Dermuel please wait in the hidden room. Angelica will need an escort in front of the door."

"I'll take care of it. Fran's extraction is perfect."

Angelica stood gladly at the door of the orphan dean's office, as the difficult place for discussion with the merchant was more certain to be left to Dermuel. To Angelica's appeal, "You can't use your head," Fran, who is very similar to the chief cleric, held his head, but he didn't.

I deal with Angelica without showing so much nervousness about who she is easier to hang out with than Brigitte for Fran.

Ignoring Darmuel going up the stairs whining, "Is it going to be the first time you've seen that sight in a long time," I enter the hidden room. My side of the service seemed to have been rushed to clean the hidden room, which was already in place.

So that Lutz may come in, the door of the concealed room shall remain wide open, and Fran shall recommend to me a chair.

"Dear Rosemaine, why don't you use the leather bag that the clergyman gave you? The color of your eyes becomes unstable."

Fran looked into my face worried and suggested so. Changing the color of your eyes is when magic runs wild. I rush to stick my hand in the leather bag that the clergyman gave me.

I could tell by the feel that there was a lot of little round stuff in there. It sucks without magic.

... What's in it?

As I peered through the contents of the leather bag, I saw some black demon stones, some of them golden powder. Apparently, he intends to retrieve the material while suppressing my rampage. Am I the only one angry at the uselessness of this clergyman's readiness?

"I brought Lutz!

That's what Gil said, he jumped into the orphan dean's office. You've been running at full speed, and Gil has a broken voice by the way.

"Gil, Master Rosemayne is in the hidden room. Show Lutz here."

"Yes, sir."

I can hear the footsteps of you two coming up the stairs. The two footsteps, which had shown a calm movement here recently, were fast and slightly disturbed.

"Lutz, thank you for your time early in the morning. Thank you for your time."

Fran says so, closing the door. I could not wait to close completely, and I rose up gutted.

I guess Gil and Lutz have been running at full speed, moving their shoulders up and down a lot, exhaling roughly.

There I ran out to jump.

"Lutz, lutz, lutz!

The moment I tried to jump, he grabbed me by the shoulder and stopped me.

"Why are you stopping!? You can't!?

"No. My breath is still painful. At least don't let the momentum hit you so well."

I stopped my leg once so Lutz could hug me and "calm down" and slap me gently on the back. My anxiety dissolves in that accustomed trick, and my body loses its strength.

I turned my arm around Rutz's back and, ho, exhaled slowly.

"Hey, Lutz. No more contract magic, it doesn't change?

"Are you going to change?

I shook my head instantly as I was slapped on the head and asked the other way around.

"I'm with you. Contract magic has disappeared because I think I'm a little lonely, but what's important to me is that you thought I'd make it. Nothing changes."

"Oh well. That's right. Good. I had a terrible dream today. I couldn't stand it, I came back to the temple."

Lutz sighed tirelessly in my words ha.

"Dude, I was called out early this morning because of your bad dreams... Is there anybody there that can handle that?

"If I were you, this wouldn't be happening. Anxiety and work get me on top of it, but there's no one to relieve me."

"... right"

You're still going to swing, and Lutz's face, which I said, also looked reassuring somewhere.