Ascendance of a Bookworm

Everyone else, including Filine and Rezelator, returned to the castle, but I returned directly from Haldenzel to the Temple with Angelica on the Lesser Bus. Because I can't help but take Gutenberg to the castle.

When I went down to the main entrance to the temple, a carriage had already come to pick me up from the Plantan Chamber of Commerce. Lower the Gutenbergs from the horseman and face Benno.

"We'll be in touch when Gutenberg is ready to accept and we have a place to head next"

"Thanks to Master Rosemaine, this job was really smooth. We look forward to hearing from you next."

Compared to last year's trip, he was out of step in terms of the number of days he traveled and the time it took him to work. Benno gives a satisfying grin. Zach and Johan also seemed satisfied that they had something to gain from serious interaction with the craftsmen.

"By the next time, I will be practicing so that I can explain to the artisans how to view the blueprints"

"I'll do my best to have some more between Johann and the craftsmen,"

When I dropped the Gutenbergs off and turned back towards the temple, there was the figure of the clergyman who laid his hand on the flanks and temples.

"Welcome back, Master Rosemaine"

"I'm back now"

"... well back, Rosemaine. You're gonna have to report it to me, aren't you? Geebe Haldenzel, Elvira and Calstead are flying the Ordnants. Strangely enough, I haven't heard from you, the party."

The clergyman stared at me, and I took a breath. As for me, pointing out that it's a little different from what's in the Bible, I have the impression that the goddess worked hard for me when I tried to follow the Bible, but apparently it wasn't for the surroundings. It seemed like the kind of thing everyone would report in Ordonanz.

"I will call you to my room when I finish dressing"

"Right. Your room would be better off because it will be about the temple chief's scripture."

When the Chief Cleric says so, he turns his heel back and returns. And I entrusted Zahm and Fran with the unpacking, and went back with Monica to my chambers, and changed into the temple chief's clothes. Angelica sends Ordnants to Dermuel to take up escort duties at the temple.

Leaving Nicola to prepare her sweets and tea, she dropped her shoulders and exhaled.

"I feel heavy, but please call the Chief Cleric"

"Yes, sir."

Before Zahm brought back the clergyman, he prepared on the table the scriptures that Fran would pass on to the temple chief. It opens a decorative and great scripture, and I open the page in question.

"Well, Rosemaine. You want me to talk to you?

"What am I supposed to talk about, no matter what they say? I just pointed out that the song that was sung by a man at Haldenzel's prayer ceremony was sung by the family of the goddess of earth, according to this scripture."

I defend myself as I show the Scriptures. It was Ghibe Haldenzel who decided to let the woman sing, it was your father who put me on stage, and it was the goddess who brought spring to Haldenzel. I haven't done anything in particular this time.

"... was there such a statement? You've never heard a temple chief's scripture say anything different."

"Didn't the chief cleric read this scripture? Sure, I thought the Chief Cleric read it to me the first time..."

"That was with the forgiveness of the former temple chief, and he told me to read this, so I just read it to you. Without forgiveness, I can't see the description."

According to the Chief Cleric, the scripture passed down to the Temple Chief seems to be a form of magic equipment. They're not decorated with gems, they're protected with demonic stones. That, he says, is linked to the keys that the temple chief keeps for generations.

They didn't have any particular unusual descriptions because the only Bible they read to me in the first person was really the first part.

"It's often the case that in the process of writing, things change, like making old rhetoric easier to say, rewriting to understand unused words, or slightly rewriting under political pressure. I don't know unless I compare it carefully."

"I mean, you compared it carefully, didn't you?

"... we looked into where the difference was because the number of pages was obviously different between the old and the new scriptures"

The scriptures passed down from generation to generation to the temple chief are large and thick. The Bible in the library has different body thicknesses, except for jewellery. It also increases and decreases from year to year.

"It's a free time crush from the Blue Witch era when there weren't many new books. So, I looked into the graffiti of the eulogy that the former temple chief was writing."

"You think it's a graffiti of a eulogy?

"The congratulations are written so you don't have to remember. After checking to see if there was anything else, I found that there was a lot of graffiti on pages with differences compared to the Bible"

"… submit the results of the research. It's about you. Memorandum of Understanding, what do you have left?

It's a little regrettable that it's completely grasped, but you're right. I have written down a few things that I noticed.

"Isn't the chief cleric going to study the scriptures himself? If you need my permission, I will."

"... I will if I have time. Because of someone, there's a lot to be studied."

It is a bewitching but unknown gesture. If you only know what you need to do then, it would be hard for anyone who wants to think deeply, if only to flush it gently later.

"This discovery may save Aerenfest. Many lands would be very helpful if we could advance the spring visit with prayer ceremonies"

Aerenfest is a land with harsh overall cold, deep snow and long winters. If we can regulate spring visits at prayer ceremonies, it will often be helpful to peasants and to the nobles who collect taxes, the chief cleric said.

"Right. Geebe Haldenzel was very pleased. I brought spring, so I brought the fruit of Brenrews as a souvenir."

"You think it's the fruit of Brenrews? That's a pretty rare material."

The Chief Cleric opened his eyes wide. It seems to be a demonic tree rarely seen in relation to the attributes of the land.

"That's what Geebe Haldenzel said. I got two, so how about one?

When I take the golden fruit out of the luggage I bring back from Haldenzel, I compare myself to the fruit of Brenreuse with the eyes of the clergyman who sees a very frigid object.

"... what are you up to?

"Seems like a good material for your recovery pills, so can't you use it to improve your pills? I just thought."

"The Zilvesters will also need healing pills in Entovickern. Because of this, let me use it."

I'm glad you added a little more kindness, though I didn't say so, but they conveyed what I wanted to say. The clergyman promised me an improvement on the medicine with the fruit of Brenrews.

They say the Lords must be magical while we are all drugged from now on in order to accumulate the magic needed by Entovickern in the magic of the foundations.

"As soon as we can improve the medicine, we head to the castle. By then, you will have as much magic in the Stone as you can."

I was given an empty demon stone and restorative medicine by the Chief Cleric, and I was to accumulate magic at best until the medicine was improved.

... Blah, it's tougher than a service or prayer ceremony!

They were able to improve the medicine in a few days. The chief cleric came out of the workshop and said, "We're going to the castle". Put the improved medicine on my Lesser Bus and head to the castle. I have a bag full of demon stones with me.

Immediately called to the Lords' office, there will be a discussion about Entovickern.

"You're accumulating a lot unexpectedly. With this, if we build up our magic in about two days, we'll be able to do Entovickern."

That's what my adoptive father said, looking at the magical stones I brought in. While the children were circling the territory at prayer ceremonies, the lords and their wives apparently accumulated their magic while being forced to restore their magic with the chief cleric's very muzzle pills.

"Please also inform downtown of the exact date and time of doing Entovickern. Please contact the commercial guild with the soldiers at each gate and ask the civilians to turn around. Still, it's going to take a while for everyone to get around to it."

"Hmm. Let's decide to do it on the 5 bells in three days. Calstead, I asked you to contact the soldiers. Elvira will contact the commercial guild."

"Yes, sir."

Then we were to head between the offerings and put our magic into the magic of the foundation. Grab your own cup and go between supplies so each one can take recovery pills.

A large demonic stone floated, and I saw the chief priest watering down and preparing his cup in the corner of the strange room where the magic formation was turning with light like a celestial globe.

Demon stones in leather bags are also placed, and Vilfleet and Charlotte are supposed to use demon stones to provide magic supplies.

"First of all, it's Vilfried and Charlotte. And Ferdinand and Rosemaine, me, Florencia and Bonifatius do"

Teaming up with one another with similar amounts of magic and magic, because if we gather for the same purpose and release magic with the same prayer, the synergy makes magic flow easier, so the unwittingly threatens to spill out enough to feel dangerous.

Once a day, if we make supplies to suit the less magical, we don't need this kind of team splitting, but if we try to put as much magic into it as possible, it seems more efficient to keep the teams apart.

"I am the one who created and paid the world and prayed and thanked the gods."

Wilfried and Charlotte kneel on the formations and pray with the demonic stones caged in my magic. For the two years I slept, the two of them using demon stones to provide for the duration of the Lords' Council look used to it.

This is the first time I have ever watched others pray. I stood on the wall and watched the magic shake thinly as the hot air rose slightly from the two bodies.

Thin green from Vilfleet and thin red from Charlotte are visible. Is this the same color as when I dyed the demon stone? With that said, when my magic ran wild, I saw something like yellow hot air, Lutz and his family said.

"That's it."

Charlotte's voice goes up and the two of them take their hands off the demon stone. Slowly rising from the spot, Charlotte came to the wall, exhaling in a rough breath as she moved her shoulders wide. Wilfried still looks a little spare.

"Have a cup, both of you."

That's what the clergyman said with the water drained. I need to take a healing pill and get him to recover. I guess it's because I've had a drink at a prayer ceremony, the two of them offered me a cup, pulling their faces together. The Chief Cleric will pour medicine into the cup.

Wilfried took a gook breath and cupped him with a face that desperately consolidated his determination.

"... That's a lot sweet. This would not be too painful to drink."

"It was improved with the fruit of Brenrews. You should thank Rosemaine for providing valuable materials"

"Rosemaine, you're amazing! Uncle, I'll give you my Brenrews too, so I'm gonna need some sweet medicine next time."

They were so easy to drink. Wilfried took his medicine with a glowing smile. Charlotte also puts her mouth on the cup, rounds her eyes and drinks cocky.

"With this, we're going to be able to work hard on the magic supply."

My adoptive father and adoptive mother also loosened their expressions to the two who were happy to improve their medications. Even for the two of them, who were apparently recovering and instilling their magic with the sheriff's very muzzle pills, the flavor improvement seemed to be good news.

"Rosemaine, let's go."

"Yes."

I had a magic supply with the Chief Cleric and took an improved version of the recovery pill. There is a mixture of the bitter taste of medicine in the sweetness of the children's syrup of the Reino era, but compared to the bitterness and firstness that I have always wanted to have, it tastes perfectly fine to take a sip.

... Brenrews fruit, awesome! Geebe Haldenzel, thanks!

While I was taking my medicine, my adoptive father and adoptive mother, and then my uncle began to supply me with magic.

As such, he pours out his magic as he turns the order around. At the end of the third magic supply I felt my eyes turn. As he could not stand up and held his head as he sat down, the chief cleric offered me a cup.

"Given your strength, I thought it was time to limit yourself. Better keep it that way today."

I snort cocklessly, taking my medicine. Whatever your magic powers are, you're not following your strength. How much better is Wilfried and Charlotte dealing with demonic stones.

"Is Rosemayne okay, Ferdinand?

"No problem if you take your pills and rest"

Even though the Chief Cleric said he was fine, his uncle looked at me worried about the grate.

After comparing me and my uncle several times, the chief priest took the empty cup from me and put it down. And all of a sudden I thought you had me in your princess's arms, and you showed me to your uncle, who lifted his eyes.

"Dear Bonifatius, put your hands in this shape. I'll give you Rosemaine."

"Nano!?... Here, here?

The uncle stretches his face, looking at the shape of the clergyman's arm, making a circle. In the arms of such an uncle, the chief cleric laid me unconstitutional. My uncle's arm moves in a freak.

"Dear Bonifatius, be careful not to move your hands and get out first between supplies. I have other things to take home, so I'll leave Rosemaine to you. Give it to Richarda and you'll be fine."

"Ugh, um. All right. We'll pay close attention. Let's go, Rosemaine."

I was either not dropped or I nodded thrilled at the movement of my uncle, who moves step by step with Kakukaku.

... So, are you okay?

As we stepped out of the supply, each side was waiting for us. Everyone turns a surprise to me, held by my uncle.

"Dear Bonifatius!?

"Princess Rosemaine!?

My uncle offered me to Richarda, who came with the impetus to push away the others. When Richard lifts me up, he exhales with a grin that his uncle has done as if he had finished his great work.

"Richarda, Rosemaine is not feeling well. Ferdinand said to give him a break in his room already today because he is giving him medication. I asked for the rest."

He was freaking out until he replaced him with Richarda, but he never got dropped, never got thrown away.

"Thank you, Master Bonifatius, I know."

"Mm-hmm. Rest well."

My uncle, who laughed once, coughed up with Cohon and got a stern face, and went in between the supplies again. I return to my room, held by Richarda, and go straight to my bedroom.

And the day Entovickern was due to take place, enough magic accumulated, so it would be done with 5 bells as planned, my adoptive father said at the lunch table.

Towards the bell of 5, I will restore my strength and magic properly with medicine and rest, and I will go to the Lord's office.

"Apparently the contact with soldiers and commercial guilds was done properly. According to a few knights who have seen what's going on in Lower Town with a horse beast, there seems to be no sign of a person at once from after 4 bells, and they are closed tightly to the windows of the house"

There are reports of such fathers, only senior nobles who draw the blood of their lords are allowed to enter the office, which is dropped off by Richarda, Florencia, Bonifatius, the clergyman, Vilfleet, Charlotte, and I enter between the provisions.

My adoptive father, the lord, apparently heads to a place where there is basic sorcery on his own. They're going to do Entovickern there. Our role is to provide magic to the magic of the foundations that will be almost empty in Entovickern.

"Are you ready?

As she followed her adoptive mother's instructions and waited on her knees over the magic formation, the bell lowered to her adorable noise with Lynn Lynn Lynn. It's a sign that my adoptive father is ready.

"I am the one who created and paid the world and prayed and thanked the gods."

Following our adoptive mother's words of prayer, we also offer our prayers. It's probably because the underlying magic is almost empty, I can see the magic getting sucked away more and more.

"That's it!

Everyone simultaneously stops providing magic to Charlotte's screaming voice. From now on, they just need to instill some magic again.

When I got out of the supply, my adoptive father came looking neat.

"Thank you for your cooperation. Entovickern succeeded. And then there's what people do in the lower town."

"It's okay. It keeps you properly beautiful."

I can still afford my magic and strength today.

"My adoptive father, I want to go see how Lower Town has changed"

"The Knights are supposed to head to the gate to get in touch with the end. If you go with it, you'll have enough escorts."

My adoptive father gave me permission to go out with the Knights while I took the priest's medicine.

"You just have to leave the vice president here. Calstead, look around and ask for Rosemaine's escort."

"Yes, sir."

With Darmuel and Angelica, and with all the ten or so knights, I quickly rolled out to the lower city. The Chief Cleric is with us because we don't know what to do.

Though windows and doors are completely closed and I can see under my eyes what's happening in Lower Town, where there's not a single person, I don't see how it's getting much cleaner.

"... but it doesn't seem to change at all."

"The basement just changed, and the table barely makes a difference. Keep your eyes peeled and you'll see where you can get rid of the filth."

If the clergyman tells you to gaze closely with physical strengthening, there is a lidded part at the end of the road, like a manhole. Only that part is white and beautiful.

"You're in trouble with this."

"After all, should I have changed everything..."

"This doesn't make sense," the chief cleric murmured. It is difficult to be judged that all previous magic supplies and cooperation with the Lower Town are in vain. I hastily stopped the Chief Cleric.

"No, no, wait a minute. You just have to clean up Lower Town, right? Let's wash every city."

"... what are you talking about?

"Look, there's nobody here right now. Like this...... Vashen!

I put out a stamp and dropped a water polo in a part of the lower city. Only that part was washed and cleaned. Seeing how it is, turn your eyes to me to see what the Chief Cleric cannot believe.

"Rosemaine, are you going to wash everything downtown in Vashen? Are you an idiot?

"With the Entvikkern redo, you'll have more trouble getting the whole Lower Town turned upside down! Then I'll do my best to clean up the city."

Both the soldiers and the commercial guild promised to keep the downtown clean, so I intend to do everything in my power to dine for it.

When I begin to cast my magic into Stalp, the Chief Cleric stops me from "waiting".

"There's a lot of waste in your way"

"Huh?"

"It's more efficient to use magic formations to extend magic to a wide area. Calstead, report to Aub Aerenfest on the use of wide-area magic. Rosemaine can put magic into this....... Stillo"

The chief cleric took out the stamp and began drawing magic formations in the air.

Although it has been improved over a long history so that we can do the least with a short chant, it seems that magical efficiency is better to use magic formations to use magic to a large extent in the wider area.

A magic formation is drawn in Starp while I am pouring magic into the five demonic stones I have been handed. It's not that big of a demonic stone, so it doesn't take that long to dye it with magic.

"Rosemaine, are you ready for the Demon Stone?

"Yes."

When I gave the magic stone to the chief priest, the chief priest threw one demon stone after another toward the magic formation. Eight more demonic stones can be thrown, not just the five that I have dyed now. The demonic stone flew to a specific position in the magic formation so that the magnet could be attracted, and began to shine.

"Fruitraine, the goddess of water who makes healing and difference, the twelve goddesses of kinship who serve on your side, the song of joy and joy dedicated to your life, prayer and gratitude, to restore to this land the pure flow that should not be given the blessing of sobriety."

The Demon Stone increases its light with the prayer of the Chief Cleric, and the magic circles with the green light. Shortly afterwards, the magic formation split around 13 demonic stones.

Thirteen magic formations then fly over the lower town, each of which releases water at once. Waterfall-like water pours all the way down to the lower town and runs through the alley showing a twist that I think will cause a major flood.

However, that meant less than ten seconds.

The water disappeared and the lower town regained its brilliance. Until the second floor, the same white as the aristocratic district has been restored, and the wooden areas being built are also out of thin dirt.

"Wow! Wow, Master Ferdinand!

"It was your magic that used it."

"But if you're not Master Ferdinand, you can't do this! Right, Father?

Your father laughs bitterly when he says so with excitement at the lower town where I have become beautiful.

"I was wondering if you were running out of magic in Entvikkern, etc., you could afford a lot."

"Master Ferdinand's medicine is amazing. It's easier to drink with the fruit of Brenrews, and it's even more amazing. Ugh."

"But it's hard with your lack of strength. I'm excited and unconscious right now, but you better get some rest as soon as you can."

Reporting to the soldiers at the gate the end of Entovickern, I returned to the castle.

After all, I seem to have overdone it a little bit. As the chief cleric said, the moment I returned to my chamber and was horrified, I fell.

It was on the same day that the Lord and his wife would go to the Lords' Council that I would be given permission to fully revive and move around freely.