Ascendance of a Bookworm

"Attributes will be examined in this magic tool"

The clergyman brought something like a round basin. It has a plate of wonder metal glowing in seven colors, about 5 cm in diameter, in a radial split into seven colors. Since the lines are drawn at intervals of about 3 cm from the edge of the dish, the slightest feeling I've seen is a disc that resembles a dartboard.

"You just have to put the material here"

And he said, Try, I will break the tip of the roots of the dried trees small, and put them on a plate of sorcery.

"Wow!?

As soon as I placed the root shard on the central plate, the light began to grow long in the yellow area. At the same time, the short, blue part glows.

"Does this mean that the wind attributes are strong and there are just a few fire attributes?

"That's right. And we can measure quality with this way of stretching light"

If the light stops in the smallest circle, the quality is poor, and the more light the better. The roots of this tree stretched out so much light that it was likely to touch the outer circle that the quality is pretty good.

"That's interesting. So this is..."

The next time I reach out to examine the attributes of powder, the clergyman grabs my hand and stops me.

"Wait, Rosemaine. Once the dishes are not washed, they cannot be accurately measured. You have a big mess, so be very careful."

"Yes."

Justkus, who served the stapes, washes the plates immediately. The cleaned plate was placed in the center again.

"Chief Cleric, I would also like to learn the magic of that cleansing. Because it's very convenient."

"You can let it serve you. You move too much yourself. Don't take away the human work around you."

"... isn't the chief cleric washing himself when he's caged in the workshop to experiment?

I thought you said you couldn't let Justkus in. When he protested by swelling his cheeks softly, the clergyman waved at him like he was a terrible pain in the ass.

"The knight knows, so tell Darmuel later. It's a waste of time now."

"Um, Master Ferdinand. Is that what I teach you?

The clergyman nodded in his natural face at the bewildered Darmuel.

"With only two escort knights, considering which one is good at teaching others, you'd get an easy answer, wouldn't you?

"Dermel is amazing. He taught me how to sit down."

Praise Dermel as Angelica dyed her cheeks a little and lit up. It's like the look of a maiden who taught me to study and accidentally stumbled upon me, but don't be fooled. Angelica is just avoiding all the work that's not right for her.

Darmuel sighed lightly and murmured, "Don't worry, I won't leave Angelica to you," as she was no longer fooled by Angelica's expression in the process of teaching seating.

"Dear Ferdinand, what is this liquid? Is it oil?

When I waved the bottle, it was a thick moving liquid, so I asked somehow. If it's good quality oil, can you turn the information around to the ink workshop? I thought so.

"Oh, it's the oil you can take from a demon tree called Kruize."

"... What is kuruaise, possibly not the top species of aise?

"Yeah, but you know what?

One of the oils used to make the color ink was Ise. If Khuraize is a superior species, it should have similar properties, even if it is of poor quality.

"Ise has a strong wind attribute, doesn't she?

"... but"

"Does that mean linseed oil is a fire attribute, mish is a water attribute, and pede is a strong earthly attribute?

"I don't understand what you're talking about. If you ask questions, explain them to me so I can understand them."

Surprised by the Chief Cleric, I talked about the color ink being made at the Gutenberg Ink Workshop. It didn't get the color I thought it was, and in a very hard time, I kind of caught the trend.

"I guess that definitely depends on the attributes. It is high in magic, and what demonic stones can take is called demons, but it has magic, whatever the difference in quantity, for those who live in a land filled with magic. With civilians, no exception. That's why contract magic can be used by using the most magical blood."

"Did you?"

In other words, if the magic equipment that examines this attribute were in the ink workshop, would the ink research be more advanced?

"Chief Cleric, how much is this magic equipment?

"It's not for sale. Make your own if you want."

"Are you making this yourself too!? … make my share too"

"No. This is very difficult to align the quality of the Demon Stone to react to trace amounts of magic, take out only pure attributes, and prepare for all attributes. I'll teach you how to make it, so make it yourself."

If the Chief Cleric says it's very hard, it must be really hard. I decided to give up before I tried. If there is, it is convenient, but ink research can be done without it.

... I'm sorry, Heidi. I can't afford to make such a tough piece of magic.

"Nevertheless, despite all the poor quality materials, we were able to study them until the civilians often put all that together and had enough results to be sure."

"Ugh, my Gutenberg is excellent."

As I stretched my chest and boasted of Gutenberg, Justkus shrugged his shoulders with a small laugh.

"We hear that ink for Heidi is the same as a book for Master Rosemaine. The Gutenberg grown by Rosemayne is a gathering of people specialized in each skill."

"Does that mean there are many rosemaines with different directions? Convinced."

... Convinced!?

"We're gonna start making ink in this mess."

"Yes."

"What we're going to make is ink containing magic. Used in contract magic to slightly alter what is being sold to civilian merchants"

It seems that the contract magic ink that Benno had would once transfer the creator's magic power to the Demon Stone, so that it would react even with trace amounts of magic contained in civilian blood, and would be made with magic excluding attributes and individual shades.

"You're made using surprisingly cumbersome procedures,"

I was heartened to say that this ink was not particularly necessary, because the nobles write with their own magic powers using a pen of magic equipment.

"... With a magic pen, if you draw it directly on the cloth, don't you need to make anything else ink?

"No. I'm going to include your magic in the cloth, too. They're both the same magic, so they mix up, and they don't make sense of the magic formation."

I wasn't sure, but they need viscous ink to keep the magic from mixing up, not the magic itself. And they need to keep their magic levels up, too.

"I'm not sure, but I'll do as I'm told"

Ink making of magic equipment is the same fundamentals as when making Jurevé. You just need to put the material in order and keep scratching it around with a stick for the preparation. Unlike the previous one, this time, the preparation tool is made of starp.

"Carve this in detail. I have to deform the Starp into a knife, remember how to do it?

I put out a stamp, admired by the chief cleric, that there would be nothing like having already forgotten what I had done in the House of Lords.

"Messer"

I deform the starp into a knife and finely chop the roots of the tree as I was told. I was anxious to see if such a dry root could be cut with a knife, but I cut it with magic, so I don't have to put much effort into it to cut it.

"You're new to conditioning, but you're a lot used to it," Angelica told me.

"is not the first time. I have helped Master Ferdinand."

"Were you also helping me formulate? Amazing."

...... I also made Yulei Ve, but minced it is a culinary experience from the Reino and Lower Town periods.

Ugh, laughing and deluding, everyone else but Angelica, who knows I'm from Lower Town, sighs all together. I thought I heard the chief cleric called "Fool."

After finishing the mincing, chant "Lewken" and release the deformation of the stamp once. Then, we measure the amount in the balance and when we have all the ingredients, we begin to formulate.

"The first thing to put in is the most high-quality, basic material"

"Yes."

"This pan will be enough for today"

What the clergyman put out was a cooking pan like a small one-handed pan.

In the mixing pan, first add the minced root. Next, say "Vimeen" and deform the starp into a mixing rod. Seeing me make a mixing rod that exceeded my height in my previous habits, the chief cleric held his temple.

"Fool. There's no way such a large mixing stick could be used in this little pan. Think of a shorter, easier size to use."

"Yes."

It is a refresher and a redo. Once I chanted "Leuken" and deformed it, I chanted "Vimeen" and turned it into a mixing rod the size of a pulverized wood (rind) to match the size of the pan.

Grrrrrr...... Grrrrrr......

"Like before, when it comes down to unwinding, can I put the next one in?

"Ah. Next add this powder and add your oil. I'll put this in at the end to increase your magic concentration."

Materials are arranged in the order in which they are placed on the workbench by the Chief Cleric. After adding the basic roots, add the oil of the kuruaise and tame it. On top of that, add the powder of the blue attribute to increase the magic power contained in the ink and add a little liquid of the red attribute to settle the ink in the cloth. The last thing you put in is the golden powder you can do when you put too much magic into the Demon Stone.

Grrrrrr...... Grrrrrr......

Whether it was a question of quality or whether the mixing rod deformed the starp was more efficient, the mincing began to unravel unexpectedly quickly.

Place the cruise oil in the termite and keep mixing.

Grrrrrr...... Grrrrrr......

Add the powder to pieces and mix further. The liquid was added with Basha and even mixed.

I feel quite a bit of magic being taken.

Grrrrrr...... Grrrrrr......

"Chief Cleric, I'm getting tired even when I'm strengthening my body..."

"I can wait. You're the one who makes ink, so bear with me."

When the chief cleric said so, for a moment, the surface of the frigid liquid glowed.

"Did you do it?

"No, that's the last of it. Your magic hardening. [M] Magic concentrations will rise."

As the chief priest tells me, I mix the golden powder in pieces and whirl. After mixing slightly, the surface glowed again.

"You got it. Take care not to scratch it and transfer it to this bottle."

And the chief priest saith unto me, I will transfer the ink that hath been made into a bottle. I had the same blue ink as the contract magic ink I used at Benno's.

My tension rises on my own ink.

"Chief Cleric, may I try and write? I want to know how much seepage there is going to be."

When I got out of the workshop, I asked Fran if he had any cloths I didn't need because I wanted to do a test and write of ink. Basically, I don't have any unnecessary cloth, but I want one because it's good like a rag, and Fran brings it right away.

Back in the workshop, when I spread the cloth over the workbench, I drew a line with freshly made blue ink on it. I can draw lines softly. Amazingly, I got a beautiful line.

It won't seep after watching for a while. Instead, the ink has twitched and flourished. This pen is similar to the one I used during Reino.

"What is this?

"... you don't seep"

There are no signs of seeping, even without anti-fouling agents. This doesn't have to be stain proof.

From the results I was experimenting with when I was asking Lutz to make the raw Rowe paper, I was thinking in my head whether to have a flexible and hard to crack wax ready to start with wax making or develop something that would likely replace rice paste...... is going to be misty all at once.

"It's too early to be relieved. If you don't try it with a cloth containing magic, I don't know if it really seeps"

The chief cleric engraved a wrinkle firmly between his eyebrows, staring at a slightly swollen line of ink with a difficult face.

"... why do you seem so dissatisfied?

"I'm not dissatisfied. I'm just confused because I seem to have something different to what I expected."

As far as I'm concerned, I think it would be a success if both the new and the ink didn't come off over time, but the Chief Cleric isn't convinced at all.

"Rosemaine, dye this cloth with magic. I want to see if even a cloth dyed with magic will be in this state."

"Chief Cleric, I also used magic to make ink, and I'm quite tired."

I guess the thought has come to my face that it's already good to succeed. The clergyman, looking at my complexion just a little worried, raised one brow lightly.

"Then take your medicine. You'll recover soon enough."

"I'll do it"

If it's enough to force you to take a hot muzzle pill, you should try harder.

Grrrrrr...... Grrrrrr......

I kept mixing the ingredients all the while the clergyman threw them into the pan one after the other.

The surface glows, and the red liquid that is raised is put into the pan with a cloth half the size of the part where the trial and writing were cut. In an instant, the cloth sucked the liquid out of the pan.

"Hih!?

The cloth in the pan should have smoked the liquid red, but if the color isn't changing, it's not wet. It looked exactly the same as the cloth with the trial writing left on the workbench.

"It doesn't look like it's changing at all, but is this magically stained?

"That's right. Touch it and you'll see."

When I grabbed the cloth and tried to take it out, the whole thing glowed pale.

"Wow!"

"It's dyed with your magic, so it reacts most to your magic. Of course, I react to the magic of others. If you dye it with magic, it will be easier to get through and more effective when you embroider the magic formations."

"Heh..."

They say dyeing the cloth with magic is not so difficult in itself. Both Angelica and Darmuel seem to be dyeing their cloaks with their own magic.

"See if you can use that ink."

"Yes."

I tried this ink both ways. The feeling of drawing the line is no different from that of a normal cloth, and it's the same where time comes up.

"... it looks fine."

"Why?

The clergyman inexplicably takes the pen I had and draws the line. It just seemed a little out of contour. Little excitement either.

"When the Chief Cleric drew the line, you seeped just a little bit"

"You seeped in."

"... why?

"I don't know. Eckhardt, write it."

"Ha!"

When Brother Eckhardt drew the line, it seeped clearly. There is no uplifting part at all. Yustox wanted to write it funny too, so I gave him the pen. The drawn line was seeping. I think it seeps more than Brother Eckhardt.

The Chief Cleric has finally made a difficult face.

"Angelica, Darmuel. Try them too."

"Yes."

Angelica, Darmuel and the seepage is getting worse and worse. Darmuel is the worst. There is a difference between the pen and ink written on the cloth.

"Could this be the difference in the amount of magic a writer has, is it?

"Or magic attributes and qualities…. I don't know unless I look into it in detail. Rosemaine, can I keep this ink?

Looks like the sheriff's Mad Scientist switch is on. The material belonged to the Chief Cleric, and unless there was harm in the daily life of the Temple, it would be fine to be caged in a separate workshop.

"If you promise to eat and then cage in the workshop and be out of the workshop by tomorrow's 3 bells, you'll be fine."

Trouble, he said, but it's flat to be mobilized just to call the chief cleric out of the workshop. I want to keep my reading time steadfast.

"I have no choice. Justkus, let the sidekicks prepare their meals. In the meantime I get as much work done as I can.... Darmuel, I'll take care of the cleanup here"

"Ha!?

Leaving Dermuel a little on the sudden nomination, the chief cleric took Justkus and Brother Eckhardt out in a rush when he held an inked bottle.

"... why me?

"Maybe they think Angelica treats tools coarsely."

"Sure, even in the House of Lords, Dr. Hillsur scolded me a lot, but how does Master Ferdinand know that?

Exactly. "If you've been watching Angelica for a while, does anyone know?" I could not speak, and I bowed my shoulders lightly.

"As you teach me the magic of washing."

"Speaking of which, that's what you said"

I had Darmuel teach me the magic of washing as it were in the workshop. It's nothing difficult because you just put out a stamp and chant "Vashen" with magic.

"Without the attributes of water, we need a lot of magic, but Master Rosemaine has no connection."

Darmuel said so and shook his head gently. Magic compression has increased magic. Now it's better, but it hasn't been easy to clean before.

"So let's wash the tools around here all at once"

As I look at the workbench, I cast my magic into Starp.

"Vashen!"

In the meantime, waters like waterfalls descended, filling the entire workshop in an instant.

My body floats like I'm caught in a sudden stream of water and my body dances like I don't even know up or down. The water disappeared while I opened my eyes wide and drowned gabbling without knowing why.

My body, which was floating in the universe, is pulled by gravity and falls. There was just Darmuel there. Darmuel also seems to have been swallowed by the current, falling on his back.

"Gu Hu!"

Darmuel, who took me in his stomach, groans. While coughing, he said, "Are you hurt?" Darmuel, who can be heard, is a book of escort knights.

"Keho! Dude!"

Angelica is also coughing as she blacks and whites her eyes at the unexpected water attack. There is no water already, so my clothes and hair are not wet, but only the feeling of drowning in the water remains. I also experienced it during this time.

"Dear Rosemaine, what amount of water do you call?

As he was pressed against me, he said so to the mundane Darmuel, and looked away gently, and I turned away.

"I've never known anything like how much water we call it in magical amounts changes. I'll be careful."

... The magic of washing, don't be afraid.

"Rosemaine, I'm sorry, but if you don't have plans this afternoon, can you put me in the workshop?

"Yes?"

That's what the clergyman told me the next day while I was on my way to help.

I tried to experiment with all sorts of ink I brought back to the workshop, and the clergyman, who was caged in the workshop overnight last night, tried and wrote on various papers, cloths, and wooden plaques, and when I woke up with a hypnotic sleep, he said all the lines had disappeared.

He wanted to know what was going on with the cloth he left in my workshop, and he waited. It fades that I was impressed with being out of the workshop by keeping my promises properly.

"Does the ink disappear? I don't mind going into the workshop... but if the ink is gone, you can't use it, can you?

"If we can't use this ink, we just need to quietly embroider it without doing anything extra. Nothing wrong with that."

... even though I made ink because I don't like that! It's terrible!

Reading time is still taken away today, and it is once again a workshop from this afternoon. I'm just wondering what happened to the ink too, so I'm headed to the workshop with you.

The inside of the workshop I cleaned up yesterday is clean, and Darmuel comes out of the crate with the cloth he tried and wrote. The cloth that Darmuel took out with a light eye was left unwritten. I don't see many lines that everyone has tried and written and seeped at all.

"You're really disappearing"

Ah, embroidery, or dropping my shoulders, the moment I touched the cloth, the cloth glowed pale and the lines rose. I can see the lines exactly as I tried and wrote them yesterday, including seepage for everyone.

"What is this?

As I do not know, I shook my head slowly as I spread the cloth and showed it to the clergyman, who narrowed his eyes and gazed at the cloth.

"I don't think the Chief Cleric knows what I don't."

I nod as my surroundings agree. Yustox opened his mouth looking at the cloth with the same intriguing expression as the chief cleric.

"The fact that Master Ferdinand didn't change when he touched it seems to float only in response to Master Rosemayne's magic. Dear Rosemaine, may I borrow it from you?

Pass the cloth to Justkus and the line disappears. And when I had it again, the line came up again.

"If your magic is caged in demonic stones, will you react? That would work with the ink as it is. If you want to paint a magic formation with this ink, there seems to be no doubt that you can't do it other than you... Still, what the hell happened..."

"Chief Cleric, why don't you make your own ink for further reflection and experimentation? It would be a hassle to ask me to help, right?

It was the Chief Cleric who prepared the ingredients for the formula and weighed the portions. You can make your own ink and experiment as much as you like. If the magic team works with this ink, I don't care about anything more.

"So is that. I interrupted."

... Honestly, I can't hang out with Mad Scientists.

I started reading as planned.

Because I remember Yuzen Dyeing, I'm going to tell the Guilberta Chamber of Commerce tomorrow. I'm going to end up without using it, but if I can do a new dye, it might help my mother a little.