Ascendance of a Bookworm

The lecture begins as soon as possible the day after the rapprochement. Everyone in Aerenfest's dorm was ready right after breakfast to study until critical. The winning conditions being put out by the Performance Improvement Commission are "Aim, fastest passing! Or many of the best!" and for the same reason as last year.

The freshman year opened his eyes to the appearance of an upper classmate who threw all he could from the start date of the lecture and rushed to start opening the reference book. Charlotte is leading the freshman year in the struggle, but I don't know the House of Lords last year, so I'm really one step behind.

Seeing how such a freshman is, I give Richarda a letter.

"Richarda, please submit this request for an interview to Dr. Solange while you are taking your morning lecture. We have to go to freshman year registration"

"Yes, Princess."

Charlotte swells her cheeks slightly and looks at me as she glances over a review note for herself that summarizes only the forgettable part after giving her a request to meet.

"... you can afford your sister"

"Because I had a one-year prep period.... Charlotte and the others mourn the short prep period, but after studying geography and history in last year's and this year's children's rooms, they also give you a good reference book, don't they? It should be a lot easier than last year's freshman year, even if everyone wants to pass the fastest shot."

Last year's freshman year was slapped in the middle of little time after he arrived at the House of Lords dormitory, so I say that a couple of intermediate, lower aristocratic sophomores who struggled with last year's geography and history nod. Last year even the Dead Minister was floating around, but his sophomore complexion isn't bad this year because he's pre-prepared.

Incidentally, this year's sophomore goal is to "all pass one shot with a high score".

"It's time. Ladies and gentlemen, please exit the entrance hall."

We have to move to match two and a half bells. Clean up your study tools on Richarda's voice, and everyone gathers in the front hall with a confident, but nervous face.

After checking the cape and brooch and stating the precautions to the first year, the first and second graders began walking to the central building and the specialist building over the third year.

This year, freshmen perform practical skills in the morning and have seating in the afternoon. The sophomore is in seating in the morning, just like last year, and he's in practice in the afternoon. Morning sitting is history and law.

"Charlotte and the other freshmen are your first practical moves. Good luck with your magic."

"Yes. Your sister and brother will be looking to pass their first day of seating, won't they? You're all looking forward to reporting your acceptance."

We sophomores headed to the auditorium, snorting heavily at Charlotte's encouragement.

"Never leave the auditorium until we come to pick you up."

After being pushed into the auditorium by the sidekicks, look for seat number 10, just like last year. There is no mistake, as desks and seating places are determined for each territory.

"Dear Rosemayne, Dear Wilfried. Good afternoon."

As the students continued to gather from each territory, they heard familiar voices. The soft sound of still young belongs to Hannelore.

Looking back, there was a group of Dunkelfergers wearing blue capes. Leading the way is Hannelore the Lordship Candidate, but rather than leading, he looks disappointed and protected.

"Good day, Master Hannelore"

"Is Aerenfest all looking to pass again this year?

I smiled softly as Hannelore saw something smiling in a situation where everyone was pushing with their own notes in their hands. "I was amazed at last year's Aerenfest when they all passed on their first day," Wilfried replies, "I hope we can do it again this year".

I also laughed and added words with a nickel.

"I was embarrassed at last year's awards ceremony to hear your teachers say that you passed quickly but didn't come with grades, so I thought we had to make as much effort as we could this year... We've all decided to aim to pass our first day at high scores."

Starting with Hannelore, Dunkelferger's students circled their eyes. And Hannelore looked at me and smiled after slowly handing out her gaze to all of Aerenfest with a surprised look.

"... Lady Rosemaine, you're going to accomplish it. We look forward to working with Aerenfest this year"

... I am expected by Master Hannelore!? As someone to do the librarian with, I need to get an unashamed grade on Master Hannelore!

As soon as I tried to live up to Hannelore's expectations, my motivation grew more gushing than ever.

"We will do our best to meet Master Hannelore's expectations. I wish Dunkelferger every success."

"Thank you, Master Rosemaine."

I missed the blue cloak moving toward my seat, and I began to review my weakness notes in a focused manner.

First, history. History is even more detailed and deeper than what it was last year. Although I remember a lot, it's not that hard because it's last year's ride up.

They learn the rough flow in first and second graders, and when they become specialized courses in third grades or higher, they will learn about people who worked in their respective perspectives, their accomplishments, etc.

"I will be nervous. I was the only one in history who passed last year."

That's what Filine said as she prepared the stationery. He remembered that only one teacher called me in last year's history and told me I was critical in passing.

"I also studied Philine well this year, so it's okay. Hey, Brother Wilfried."

"Don't talk to me, Rosemaine. The names of the kings of history are going to go from ear to ear."

"They all have long, similar names."

The history of Jürgenschmitt is said to be the age of the ○ ○ king, distinguished by the name of the king. I remembered, thinking that it somehow resembled the original. There is no fine year, it is a lump sum in the days of King O.

Compared to the original name of the Reino period, it was easier because the king's name was long and difficult to remember, but there were no other fine years. We just need to keep the flow in check.

"Now, one from each territory, come and get the test form"

Filine will pick it up on her behalf and the paper will be handed out. This moment is the most exciting and fun. Come on, call me from anywhere! You feel like a brave man in the face of an enemy called

... When you're not sure, don't come! I feel like it.

It was a ready and confident exam, so it was done quickly. Everyone in Aerenfest seems to have solved it without so much difficulty. Compared to last year, Filine and Lauderich look exceptionally different.

"Done"

Everyone finished their exams to the voice of Filine, who had been carefully and seriously reviewing them, so I decided to ask my teacher to grade them.

If you submit all the exam forms, you may study for the next exam. As I was reviewing the law, the voice "Aerenfest, we're all passing," echoed the auditorium.

I looked up from the reference books and notes and said, "You did it," "Yikes!" and gaze at each other. At this rate, we all want to pass next time.

Aerenfest was the first, although there were other territories where everyone passed.

... the law is next!

Although studying history wasn't so hard, the law was pretty hard for me. It wasn't hard to remember, it was hard to understand.

The law applies to all the nobles of Jürgenschmitt, including the royal family, and it seems to be stated in the "Book of Law". They say what we learn is written down, and the Book of Laws is a magic tool in the center.

The law only determines what is done across territories and what is common to all territories. In terms of content, most arrangements are made when moving to another territory in a marriage or when the successor prescribes them. In particular, it is determined in detail when the lord dies without stipulating a successor.

But to be honest, Jürgenschmidt's laws are pretty vague and messy. There are a lot of items like asking for the King's judgment and making decisions in the Lords' Council. "I mean, you haven't decided on anything! The law for what? I don't understand existential significance!" There were many things that made me want to scream.

According to the clergyman who taught me, even laws that have been around for a long time are very difficult to remove once they have been decided and filled out in the Book of Laws. For that reason, they say there are quite a few parts of it that are obscured.

Once upon a time, there was a king who was dissatisfied with being asked to judge the king on anything, and he increased the number of fine laws one after the other in order to reduce the number of consultations at all. That era worked fine with it.

However, as times changed, the law gradually became less circumstantial. Still, it must be obeyed that it is determined as law. Some nobles, though the king of the new age cannot help but want to erase that law, because it is customary, and do not want to erase it, have become contentious.

Then, over the decades, he said, trivial interregional inquiries had always developed into a matter of questioning the merits of deleting the law, and the Lords' Council had become extremely confused every year.

In the end, the law itself was vaguely decided, and each time, it took less effort to decide in detail in the discussion, which erased the overly detailed law. Since then, those who want to make fine laws have been asked, "Don't you know the uproar of deleting laws?" They're able to speak now.

If the confusion persisted for decades, I wish it had just been new, but it didn't seem easy to think about which items to leave behind and which to erase, because more waiting for the king's discretion would take time, and the king's work would be enormous.

... the vague law that I was able to do that with my hands.

When I murmured my thoughts on Jürgenschmidt's law, "though obscured, it is going to take extra time," the chief clergyman groaned, "It is said of various things, but, on the contrary, I guess it would be more convenient for those in power to have fewer parts that are clearly cultured". I see.

A law that I don't understand the significance of being, but it's a big mess, so it was relatively easy to remember. It will be fine if we remember that it is universally decided that will never change and that it will be somewhat wide at the discretion of the king, that it will be decided between the lords, and that the lords will decide on their own.

... light, light, given the Reino era, which has dived through library and patent law exams.

As they all submitted and waited to score while studying seating tomorrow, I saw the teachers contending in the front. Flaurelm, a law teacher, is complaining about "it's strange that everyone can answer so quickly and score so high," and the other teachers who score are praised for "there's nothing particularly strange about it".

Even though Aerenfest submitted the most, and the territory submitted the second and third got the pass, Aerenfest's pass still hasn't come. I guess I'm getting anxious gradually. Filine opened her mouth small.

"Dear Rosemaine, Dear Wilfried..."

"You don't have to look anxious like that, Philine. We did not do anything wrong. You should be grand."

"That's right. Philine and everyone worked hard for a year. Isn't that a good grade and a natural?"

When I said that, the voice, "Aerenfest, they're all passed," echoed the auditorium.

It took me a while to get the results, but naturally they were all passed. He also did well this year because Flaurelm was screaming "high score". I was a little happy to know that everyone had a high score because they weren't supposed to be informed of the fine grades.

Everyone passes, so I clean up and take a seat trying to get back to the dorm. A Drevanhell organization stopped there with a slightly lighter shade of green cloak like emerald green.

"Isn't this year amazing, Wilfried?"

"Oltveen. I'm glad you compliment me, but isn't Drevanhel all passed too"

Watch from a step back as Wilfried and Oltveen honor each other for their good fight. Is it because we hear that Drevanhel is a land that produces many good civilians, and everyone looked smart?

"I've never given up the top of my class in the last twenty years or so. Even though Aerenfest is getting better grades in seating, Drevanhell can't beat you that easily."

... He didn't seem smart, he seemed really smart.

If we want to defend our first place for about twenty years, we should have to work together as a territory. With a confident grin backed by history, Oltveen begins to talk about his own territory.

"Dear Oltveen, it's time to go..."

"Oh, okay. Wilfried, let's keep up the good work."

Speaking to a student who was gently holding back behind him, Oltveen stopped talking like a hack. And then he flips the Emerald Green cape and leads the Drevanhell organization away.

"It's good to have someone to incite."

That's what Wilfried, who was dropping off Drevanhell with a sunny face, said, rocking his mountain-blown cloak.

Returning to the dorm for lunch, the Knight Apprentice and the Civilian Apprentice had already returned. They both won passes in the school year they had seating in the morning.

"You can afford this year"

"Yeah, I don't feel like losing"

As much as I'm happy as a performance improvement committee, the stakeout for each team is amazing.

"Princess, I've handed Dr. Solange a request to see you. He was surprised to see that this was the first time he had requested a simultaneous interview when the lecture began. They say the first year registration date is lunch break the day after tomorrow."

"Could I change my costume then?

I'd like to put on a new costume for you as soon as possible, but Richarda thought a little.

"... you must also speak to Dr. Hirschühl when changing your costume, and Dr. Solange will be busy with your freshman registration, right? I know lunch break isn't enough time. I think it's better to stop at the magic supply and change after the princess has free time."

"Okay."

As Richarda put it, dressing itself is not something that has to be in a big hurry. Let's just give it a magic supply and have the sheriff's demon stone returned.

When everyone discusses their achievements and finishes a cheerful lunch, in the afternoon Charlotte and the others are encouraged to send them to the exam, and we sophomores head to practical skills.

Classes will be divided into classes and practical skills will take place, just like last year, so the number of people is much smaller.

"Long time no see."

Seeing Wilfried reunite with senior aristocrats of other realms and say "Say hello again this year," I realized my lack of interaction. I don't remember everyone's face and name because I finished it as fast as I could with only one face in class. Maybe no one will remember my face either.

... I guess you should have some more AC. Interact with the library?

This year, I am forbidden from entering the library until I finish my lecture. If you ask me which I choose to interact with the library and the other students, I will not hesitate to choose the library.

... I am a book reader in the library. Brother Wilfried is a person who makes friends full of interactions. Yeah, that's a perfect division of roles.

This is the right material.

Besides, I don't have any interaction at all. I have a wonderful friend named Hannelore. It is my important mission to deepen my interaction with Hannelore and make friends who love books.

... I had one friend in freshman year who liked books, so I wish I had two more in sophomore year.

"Well, today is a freshman review"

Four people stood forward and said so: Hirschühl, Fraurelm, Primvale and Rufen.

There was to be a confirmation that what we did in last year's practical moves, including the treatment of the horseman, the deformation of the starp and the launching of the rot, was properly acquired.

"Now, let the horseman out"

Everyone rides beasts simultaneously in the voice of Flaurelm. The difference in time to make is whether or not you're still used to it. Some kids can get it out softly, others are taking a little while to make a shape.

Although my Lesser Bus is a little special, I put out a similar ride-in type of beast and had a number of female students on board. Mostly Schmir shaped would be due to the Schmir shaped Hillsur horseman who set an example. They all share a common thread, not a steering wheel.

"Done."

Huh, and the lightly exhaled Hannelore rider is also Schmir's ride. I'm small for myself, but Schmir's face is so cute. Maybe you must really like Schmir.

... Dear Hannelore, I think I can talk to Lieselator.

We both like Schmir and the cute stuff suits us well. I'm sure Hannelore must also be a girl who's good at embroidering and sewing.

Confirming that everyone had built a horseman, the next thing I knew, I was going to do a deformation of the Starp. The other teachers scatter their eyes so that Rufen can stand in front and see how the students are doing.

"Come on, let's get Starp out!

Loufen's loud voice echoed in the small hall. At the same time, Ba and everyone puts out a stamp.

... with a crest, many!

I thought Wilfried was the only one happy to make an unusual stamp with a crest, but it seems to be fashionable for boys to have a crest. Some stamps stick like pictures on tactile stamps, while others are just as stereoscopic as Wilfried.

"You look a lot surprised, but what's wrong, Rosemaine?

"I was surprised that the stampeded stampede seemed a lot more popular"

"You didn't know that because you just finished your lecture, did you? I made it popular."

That's what Wilfried said as he seemed to be good at. I somehow knew what Vilfleet's Starp was doing and made the crested Starp popular, but I didn't know it had a wide impact so far.

"You don't have many women."

"Oh. Some women were trying, but Hannelore might marry her to another territory, so I said," I won't put it on. It's the Lords' candidates and senior aristocrats who are here, and would often be married to other realms, wouldn't they? Everyone else seems to have stopped thinking about the future. "

... I wish it was like a mother's tattoo of a kimono.

In the Reino era, the mother line was inherited even when the surname changed when she married "mother to daughter, daughter to granddaughter". If you accept it like that, I think even women can put a crest on it.

... I don't care because I'm not going to put it on.

Maybe I could teach Charlotte about maternal marks so she can advise me when I'm a freshman starter and a woman looks like she wants to put a crest on it.

"Rot!"

Everyone strikes out a red light to match Rufen's voice.

It is understandable that deformation will be necessary for the practice of formulation. But I was wondering why I could be the first to teach Rot.

... 'Cause rescue signals aren't something you use that often, are they?

For the sake of when it becomes dangerous, I think it's enough to have one piece of magic equipment to send out a rescue signal. The clergyman gave me a light answer to my question like that. "If you don't know Rot, treasure stealing ditters will be even more dangerous things," he said.

It just didn't seem to occur to me that I had a starter since freshman year and that treasure stealing ditter was gone recently. In the third grade, divided into specialist courses, he was given a stamp, and not just a knight apprentice, but also a civilian apprentice. In the days when he was in treasure theft ditters where he made or activated magic equipment, he said Rot was a must.

"Messer"

In line with Rufen's hanging, everyone also chants "Messer" to deform the Starp. When the deformation is lifted by saying "Leuken," then the pen is called "Stilo" and the mixing stick is made by saying "Vimeen".

Everyone was able to do it safely, although there was some variation in time with regard to deformation.

"Mm-hmm. You all seemed to be practicing seriously. No problem. I think I'm gonna be in the next phase."

As Rufen said that and looked around at the students with a satisfied smile, Hirschühl slowly moved forward. Then start talking about your next internship.

"The next practical skill will be to do the basis of the formulation. Made in sophomore year are restorative drugs, Ordonanz, and then, demon stones for suiting. These are the things everyone needs."

That's what I said, Hirshur laughed cunt.

From now on, they're going to use so much magic that they'll need a healing pill every time they practice, especially after the third grade when they split into specialty courses. If I don't get ready for about my own healing pills, I say I'm the one in trouble.

And Ordonanz is mandatory in communication between nobles. If there's only one thing, I won't be able to get in touch with anyone if they don't get back to me. For this reason, it seems normal to keep a few Ordnants at all times.

"This time I'm just going to teach you how to make it, so I'm going to make it out of scum demon stones, even though it means demon stones for suiting. Prepare yourself with the best demonic stones you can to use for a real engagement."

With that said, Hirshur deepens his grin.

"It may be early for sophomores, but it's not a proposal, it's fine for the amount you use to hang out and sign up for a graduation escort. The first demonic stone I ever made, so some dedicated it to lovers who were opposed by their parents"

Speaking of which, around me remembering that there was such a scene in the love story your mother was writing, a girl shines her eyes on the romantic story of the House of Lords.

The boy's "What's that?" There is a temperature difference from the thin reaction that you said, "which is a bit interesting.

... Mother's love story, seems pretty acceptable to girls.

Looking at the number of potential customers, I laughed a lot.

The material to be prepared was mentioned by Hirschühl and told to prepare each at the collection site around the dorm.

"I'll make a healing pill for the next conditioning. Don't forget."