Ascendance of a Bookworm

While my consciousness was sinking deep, I heard a voice calling me slightly. I don't want to wake up yet. I want to be sinking into the sea of sleep like this.

If you think so, you will not stop calling me.

Rosemaine, wake up.

"Ugh..."

I have no choice but to open my eyes slowly, shaken by my sagginess and my body. My eyelids feel swollen and heavy. Because I cried too much, the area around my temples ginned and I still seem to have a fever.

"Dear Chief Cleric, Justkus and Brother Eckhardt......?

I didn't know how the faces in my sight were close to me, and I looked around and remembered that I was in a hidden room.

Apparently he fell asleep crying after reading the letter. I slowly wake up the body that remained on my desk, looking at the chief priest and the two who refrain behind him. You fell asleep in a weird position, it hurts like this one over there.

"There he is..."

"Damn, what a terrible face."

At the same time as I got up, the clergyman carved a wrinkle between my brows and said so. "It's a lamentable sight," he chased me further, and I pointed my lips.

It's a terrible thing to say to a girl.

"Isn't it true"

...... extra bad.

"On top of crying and swelling, it would be because I fell asleep on the letter. I have ink on my cheek. It's hard enough to read the letters on your face."

I gently touched the chief cleric's point on my cheek, and I looked at the desk I was sleeping at, hi-ha! and breathed.

"Hey, hey! The letters have seeped in!

"Do something about that miserable face more than a finished letter."

"Letters are more important than faces!

Ink seeps in tears, and I hold my head with a letter that was wet and dry once, or shiny and squeaky.

"Chief Cleric, isn't there a nice magic trick to get this letter back to normal!?

"If it's magic equipment that removes ink beautifully, do you know it?

"You're going to disappear completely!

"Exactly," the clergyman nodded facelessly, putting his hand on his mouth so that Justkus could laugh. The chief priest sighs troublesome as he looks down at me, ha.

"... you look better than I thought"

He said it was time to prepare for the castle, and even though Fran shined his magic equipment for contact, I didn't realize I was asleep at all. He said that Fran, worried that he might be falling in the concealed room, had contacted the clergyman and that the clergyman, who could enter the concealed room, was to come and see what was going on.

"When I went into the stash room, I was surprised to find the unconscious princess lying on my desk. I stroked my chest down when I realized I was just asleep."

He looked at me after the clergyman had glimpsed Justkus, who put aside a beat and added, "Master Ferdinand," "don't say anything unnecessary."

"I just remembered one thing about the reflection room. It doesn't make any particular sense."

"Dear Ferdinand, what is the matter with the reflection room? What happened?

When I lift up my hand gently to control Justkus, who shines his eyes, wanting to know, the chief priest touches my forehead and touches my neck muscle.

"The fever is not up. Normal pulse. Sounds like the magic is stabilizing."

"Regardless of your health, you're not well at all. It's a sizzling garlic. But the goal is set, so it's okay. We can work towards that."

When I proclaimed that I would do everything in my power to establish and enrich the library, the chief cleric looked so disgusted.

"It doesn't look cheerful, but, well, good. Let's do something about that unseen face first."

"Chief Cleric's terrible words are the best you can do. It's demeaning and it's too rich."

Turning again to the chief cleric as I complained, he abruptly told the chief cleric who had put out the stamp to "hold his breath".

I didn't know what that meant, and I said, "Huh?" and lean his neck, while the balls of water fly out of nowhere, looking at his face and hitting him.

"Boop!?

When I realized before that it was the magic of washing my father's cloak in the small temple of Hasse, I drowned in a ball of water, and shortly afterwards it was gone.

I accidentally drank the water that hit my face, but there is already no water at all, and only the feeling of the water refluxing my nose remains.

"Ho ho! Oh, my nose hurts."

"Fool, why didn't you hold your breath!?

If the Chief Cleric had said as a surprise, but not just "hold your breath," but gave me a reason "because I will use the magic of cleansing," I would have been properly held my breath. I stare at the clergyman as Yustox rubs my back.

"Chief Cleric is too short of an explanation"

To my point, the chief cleric rattled his nose with Hun, and now he told me, including why, "Close your eyes, for I will give you healing".

When I close my eyes as they say, the hand of the chief priest covers my eyes. The swelling feeling in his eyes disappeared softly, filled with a gentle green light along with a grunt of "healing Lung Sumerian".

"Thank you, Chief Cleric"

"Now you can see some. Really, you're a handful."

The sight of the chief cleric, who seemed troublesome, stopped with a letter in my hand. I can see my eyes slowly narrowing and staring. When I wondered what it was, the hand of the clergyman, which had spread much wider than a rinse, had reached out.

... to be forfeited!?

I hastily hid the letter behind my back.

Immediately thereafter, the hand of the chief priest is put on my head, and my head is moved to turn. He shook his head left and right silently and endured for a few seconds, but his eyes turned. I make my eyes black and white at the swinging scenery, and put a stop to it.

"Wait. What is it, the hell!?

"... so I thought I wasn't complimenting you."

Is swinging your head around a bit a compliment to the clergyman? I'm starting to feel like I don't have to be praised by the chief cleric.

"Did I do anything to be praised?

"Would you have taken the best? I didn't praise you for your position as guardian, and now I see your letter."

"Maybe the Cleric Chief also received praise when he took the best?

My eyes narrowed to my question, making my face bite off important memories. I look at it in a strange mood with a sentiment of admiration like I've never seen before.

Speaking of which, I also apologized for not being able to attend the award ceremony. Taking the best may be a very pleasant and important memory for the Chief Cleric.

"... by whom was the Chief Cleric praised?

"Father."

The chief cleric, who was brought to the castle on the occasion of the baptism ceremony, was given a room from the beginning to the north away. Different places to live, so it's only dinner time that you can have a conversation with your father, your predecessor lord. Veronica is present at that time, so the clergyman who wants to refrain from any contact at all eats silently unless questioned. He said that life lasted until he entered the House of Lords.

The night he took the best in his first year in the House of Lords, the chief cleric was first called to his room by his father, apparently. Veronica does not come in because the dormitories in the House of Lords are divided upstairs and on the third floor, and the lords and their wives have different rooms. He said he had time for his first father and son.

There was also Zilvester on the spot, and the chief cleric was praised for taking the best from the two of them. Gilvester eloquently reports that it was the House of Lords, and with a calm expression his father listens with his eyes narrowed. My father, who usually doesn't try to look me in the eye, also turned his gaze to himself and listened to me. Says it was a precious time we talked about it with three other men who couldn't get in the way.

Then again, when the Lords and their wives came to the House of Lords, they set aside some time for us to talk at night. He wants to be praised for his time with his rarely taken father, and the result of throwing all he can is the Ferdinand legend.

"Is this how the Chief Cleric was praised by your father then?

Come up with some more compliments, predecessors! If I thought so, the chief cleric shook his head softly, "No, you're not. The way the eyes turned to praise seemed to be the clergyman's own. I thought it was a praise that lacked kindness in reason.

"Well, praise me as the Chief Cleric did."

"Like I had my father do?

Come on, praise me! and when I spread my hands, the chief cleric sat in the chair where I was sitting. And draw me in, and hold me gently. I did not think I would do such a thing with the flurries of the aristocratic parents and children. I opened my eyes wide.

Unexpectedly "Wow!?" And it was no bother for me to raise my voice of surprise, and the chief clergyman uttered such a gentle voice as he had never heard before.

"Well done, Ferdinand. As a Lord's Candidate at Aerenfest, you've done enough. I'm proud of you."

"... I know the clergyman's father was kind, but replace him there with Rosemaine"

It's time to start over because you haven't praised me, and I exhaled softly as I swelled. Though I thought I was a person who had a weak relationship with family and people and was clumsy about relationships, I think it's worse than expected that this is all I interact with my father for a few days a year.

"Well done, Rosemaine. As a Lord's Candidate at Aerenfest, you've done enough. You're my pride."

Now he praised me properly, but because of the fading remembrance correction in the chief cleric, it was a pretty bar-reading compliment, and as soon as I finished, he pushed me away.

I'm sure the chief cleric wouldn't have been treated like this by his father. I think you treat me a little badly, even though you're a guardian and a substitute for me.

"... Chief Cleric, I'll do my best, so praise me like this a few times a year"

"If only I could get the best out of it."

As I peeled my eyes at the height of the hurdle requested by the Chief Cleric, Justkus sighed and shook his head.

"Dear Ferdinand, that much is needed by the princess as well. As I reported earlier, the princess is equal to losing her hidden room and bedroom, so isn't it the duty of her guardian to prepare a replacement? We've been throwing the princess's heart stability all the way down town, so we should take responsibility for more than we've covered."

The clergyman, said in a tone very similar to that of Richarda, became an indescribably complicated face. Look at me as I gently slap a ton of temples.

"Even if they say it's a responsibility, Rosemaine will already have a new family.... Rosemayne, if for you the lower town family is the hidden room and the Plantan Chamber of Commerce is the bedroom, then what is Calstead or Zilvester?

And when he was questioned, behold, I thought, Hmm.

"Your father and adoptive father... that's a door. A door to prevent others from entering from the outside, to protect me, and at the same time to keep me out…"

"I see."

"That's an interesting analogy. So what will Elvira and my mother be like?

Yustokus sparkled his eyes with pleasure, citing: As I think of the furniture that is in my room, I will compare it.

"Mothers and Richardas are fireplaces. It's bright, warm, absolutely necessary for life, but you can't lean on it, and if it gets too close, it burns."

"Hmm, that's interesting."

The chief clergyman lifts the edges of his lips just a little fun, one after the other raising the surrounding figures. And I answered it one by one.

"Angelica, Brother Cornelius, are the escort knights bookshelves? It protects my precious things.... Thinking about it, Darmuel is a locked bookcase. Because you know my secret and you keep your mouth shut."

"You're putting more emphasis on Darmuel than we expected."

"Frans, the side service of the temple is the executive desk, isn't it? It's where I work, it's where I spread the book and read it. It feels like both public and private are included and have to be in my life."

"Isn't the princess the only one who puts public and private me in the executive desk?

That's what Justkus said and flaunted his shoulder. It's a place where I enjoy reading my hobbies carefully, so I don't think I'm wrong in a private place.

After a number of names were mentioned, the clergyman narrowed his eyes just a little.

"Rosemayne, what you're going to have to rely on is an engaged Vilfleet, but what is Vilfleet like to you now?

"Are you Brother Wilfried? Hmmm...... You're a chair with no back. You can sit and take a breath, but you can't lean on it."

The clergyman raised one eyebrow lightly to my perception that he had grown over the course of two years and although I think he was working very hard, he had no peace of mind to lean on.

"You sure don't rely on it. You have to teach them to stick to their backs."

Raise the hurdle while sending Yale "Good luck" in your heart to Wilfried, who is educated by the clergyman.

"Hopefully, I want to feel safe enough to have an elbow hanging"

"Hmm, let's think about it"

...... Clap hands with Brother Wilfried.

"Princess, what do you think of the former Count Risegang?

"Is that your great-grandfather?

The name of a less familiar person emerges from the mouth of Justkus, and I tilt my neck slowly.

"A fine finely crafted figurine placed on a fireplace or shelf...... one way or another, if you poke it a little like it's made of sand, it's going to collapse. It's harrowing to just watch from afar."

Cool little brother Eckhardt laughed and said, "I do think my great-grandfather should not touch it, too". I was happy to empathize with you, and when I looked up at Brother Eckhardt and laughed, he gave me a slightly harsh look.

"But its brittle finishes are surprisingly rugged and dangerous, Rosemaine."

The former Count of Risegang was treated unharmed by his beloved daughter, who went to his daughter-in-law in the hope of a lord candidate who was seen as his next lord. Even though he was married as First Lady, he was made Second Lady by the princess of Arlensbach. Later, that lord candidate was removed from the candidacy of the next lord when he created a turmoil in the territory by marrying the princess of Arlensbach.

At the same time, the then lord tells Uncle Bonifatius to have his last daughter daughter-in-law daughter-in-law in order to strike a balance in the territory, and although he makes his daughter-in-law daughter-in-law, his uncle gives way to his brother without paying attention to the status of lord.

The rightful wife was Veronica, born to the princess of Arlensbach, and even her beloved daughter's sons and grandchildren were to be made to be evil by Veronica.

He was a senior aristocrat with the largest land, but it was only a very long time before he realized that he would be removed from the center of power one by one, and Elvira, he could only protect his mother by marrying her father, and he had no apologies for her ancestors, a life of remorse.

"With enough magic and track record to become the adoptive daughter of a lord and a candidate for the next lord, Rosemaine is a ray of hope for Risegang and a gift that the gods have given me at the end of my life," he said.

"... you have heavy expectations. I'm not going to be a lord, I'm not kidding, I'm dying of despair, are you okay?

"My great-grandfather has already moved to be his next lord. Around Risegang, we're starting to bring together Irkner, which is the best way to incorporate Haldenzel, Grechel, and the paper industry."

I am not the kind of person who could originally be a civilian and lord. The person my adoptive father named the most who tried to keep me engaged and tied me to the territory was the Cleric Chief, and since he wasn't a vilfried who wanted to be my next lord, he really shouldn't have wanted to make me his rightful wife.

"How do I deal with this? I'm not going to be a lord, am I?

"I'm not going to make you lord either. I think getting him engaged to Wilfried will fit in somewhat, but the former Count Risegang, who has lived for years, is old. It will be easy enough to roll a simple, manly child like you in the palm of your hand. Stay as close as you can."

Listening to the chief cleric, it's like a mastermind to have a grandfather who's going to be up far higher now. Whatever Count Risegang is right now, I don't think Grandpa Hii is that dangerous.

... Though I intend to do as the Chief Cleric tells me because my judgment is more wrong.

"From now on, related to the printing industry may increase contact with Count Risegang, but as much as possible, so as to rely on Elvira. You should refrain from appearing on the table. Then, you can swing it at first. Try to rely on Wilfried. It will be necessary to show an attitude of support for the next lord."

"Okay."

When I nodded, the chief cleric said, "OK," then shut his mouth once. Try to think a little, lay your eyes down, then look at me.

"Rosemaine, you live with a secret. A secret with very few people to talk to. Because of this, Justkus pointed out that he was not well acquainted with the aristocratic society. Those who know the secret must help them more carefully."

And I looked up to Justkus in astonishment. Yustox exhales lightly.

"It's hard to get used to common sense you don't know. That doesn't delude the temp either, you have to live there, so you don't just ban it, you just have to be polite about why, too. That's what Lutz said."

"What did you talk to Lutz about?

"It's one of those public stories while working in the workshop. There's very little in common between me and the workshop, so the princess was the only one who talked a lot about it."

The stories about the Plantan Chamber of Commerce and Gutenberg were mixed up in a mess with the gray clerics in the temple, and it was going to be very interesting, Yustox laughed.

"I don't know this common sense because I'm a virgin who has always tended to be sick and couldn't go outside, who talked to God in the world of dreams and saved the orphans with that knowledge. In response to the rumors in the workshop, Lutz said he was a business partner who had to point out one thing at a time about the princess, where she was different, how she was different, and what she was going to do."

I kind of feel that the legend of the Virgin has been served in great measure at some point. In the mood for other personnel, the clergyman clasped his shoulders as he heard, heh.

"Because Justkus told me to do this, I'm going to take a closer look at your behavior and point it out. It's urgent that you become familiar with the aristocratic community, and it's best not to divulge secrets."

...... I'd appreciate it a lot in knowing common sense, but I'm not at all happy that you seem to be being watched all the time.

"... Rosemaine, I know it's not easy to live with secrets. But given the ripples when that secret leaked, you can understand that it shouldn't be leaked easily, right?

"Does the Chief Cleric also have any secrets?

Remembering only a few hooks to the word knowing, when I asked, the chief cleric glanced at me.

"It's a secret because we can't divulge it easily. Don't ask me what I know I can't answer, fool."

"Sorry"

... Is there a secret in itself?

"The territory moves again in the announcement of his engagement to Wilfried. I intend to move to be able to bring the whole nobility together as much as possible. Be careful what you say and do. [M] Talk to me before anything happens. All right?"

"Yes."

So the story seemed to be over, and the clergyman stood up and headed to the door, saying that perhaps it was past time to head to the castle.

Chasing that back, Justkus called out "princess".

"What is it, Justkus?

"Earlier, I likened various people, but I remembered that I hadn't asked about Master Ferdinand. What does Master Ferdinand look like to the princess?

I looked up to the chief priest. The Chief Cleric is waiting for my answer with only a few narrow eyes.

"... that's a bench. You can read books, you can relax, but when you leave your body completely and fall asleep, it hurts all over your body, catches a cold, and you're in pain."