Ascendance of a Bookworm

There were few sermons that seemed to preach, and the story with tired parents ended with the words "I want you to refrain from making contact with the royal family, so I will return to the House of Lords by the end of the service ceremony". It doesn't mean I want to be pissed off, but it feels very strange.

... what is it? Don't you have to be mad at me? I feel like I want to hear it. You'll definitely piss me off if I ask, so I won't tell you.

Unlike last year, he can return to the House of Lords early to build up his social experience in the House of Lords at a time when Hildebrandt was no longer able to walk. But as far as I'm concerned, I don't think I have to go back to the House of Lords if I'm going to be unable to go to the library because of my social ambiguity.

... If it was a tea party where I would share my book thoughts with Master Hannelore, I'd move on and join in, but I wouldn't have permission for a tea party like that. The world isn't going well.

"Otilier, please send this letter to the House of Lords"

"Yes, sir."

Write a letter to Haltmut asking him to collect material for the regenerated part, and ask Otilier to give it to the knight who is between the transfer formations. As soon as Otilier, Haltmoot's mother, received the letter and saw the destination, she looked anxious.

"How was Haltmoot in the House of Lords? Am I bothering you?

"He has worked hard to gather information and root for all sorts of things, and he has written a serious report to submit to Aub. I was also alive in the report I read today. I'm pretty sure he's having a good time in the House of Lords."

Though I opened my mouth to reassure Otilier, I could say nothing more. "Seeing the regeneration ritual of the gathering place, Master Rosemaine was really excited to say that she was a Virgin and thanked God" is very unspeakable from my mouth.

"Princess, it's time for dinner. Please put your pen down."

That is what Richarda tells me, and I lay down my pen, and stand up. After this, we'll talk to your uncle about his crusade against Turnisbefalen at dinner.

... Me, because of Haltmoot's report. I'm supposed to be very active, what do I do?

I got to my dinner seat, haunting my head. My uncle's seat is next to mine, and the chief cleric is with me. As I ate, I answered as my uncle asked me.

"So I realized from Rhoderich's story that Leonore was Turnisbefalen, and I set out to bless every weapon with the blessing of the Dark God. Brother Wilfried, who was ahead of us, was buying time against a very large turnis befalen. It was bigger than Rhoderich's report because Traugot attacked with all his might."

"There's Traugot? Mmmm..."

Since the atmosphere of my uncle is swordswallowed, I follow in haste. I haven't received any information about Turnisbefalen yet. As an escort knight, he stood behind his adoptive father, and the father of the knight captain, who was listening to the interaction, looked up.

"There's a problem with the narrow horizons that Matthias didn't realize he was buying time without attacking. I'm glad we're all safe, but can Rosemaine say the same, even if there are dead people out there due to the enormity of Turnisbefalen?

I happened to tell your father, the chief of the knighthood, that this time the following around just went well, and I nodded without even being able to say it back.

"Everyone got the blessing of the Dark God, so I started the attack, and I shot a water cannon, but it didn't hit Turnisbefalen at all. Only my attack will spare me..."

"What else?"

The chief priest raised one eyebrow and looked at me.

"As far as the current explanation goes, is your weapon Mizdepou something that shoots out magic? When attacked with a weapon that has the blessing of the Dark God, it can take twice as much magic from the enemy as it has caged. I'm most alert to the attack from you."

"Mm-hmm. Rosemaine was the biggest threat to Turnisbefalen. Besides, Rosemaine said he didn't hit it, but would he have created an opportunity for others to attack by drawing the attention of Turnisbefalen?

I have contributed enough, my uncle praised me. I feel so strong when I am praised by my strong uncle. I was glad to be told that I had contributed even if the attack did not strike, and I embarked on my uncle a little.

"So stopping the movement with the cloak of the Dark God is also a contribution?

"The cloak of the Dark God?

"That's right. Turnis, because Befalen sees me, he can't hit me, so I turned the water cannon into the cloak of the Dark God to cover my head, trying to make it invisible. Then the movement stopped.... even though my weapon was gone and I couldn't hit it in the end"

When I said that, including my own failure, it was your father who reacted the most.

"Didn't you tell me you changed your weapon?

"Yeah, if we don't break the blessing of the Dark God, we can change shape, right?

"No, I can't. Once you turn it into a black weapon, you can't change its shape until you disarm it."

To your father's words I turned my gaze to the chief cleric in search of explanation.

"Maybe that's the difference between a spell and a blessing. I find it interesting to see how many other differences there are, but things rarely happen that would have to change weapons on the way to a trombe crusade. You won't have to re-remember the eulogy now."

It is not useful to fix a spell that has been shortened and simplified to make it easier to fight, just because it can change the shape of a weapon, the clergyman said.

"Rosemaine, do you use artifacts?

"Yes, my uncle. Because it's the closest thing to me growing up in the temple. What's wrong, sir?

"No, I was surprised because I didn't know anyone like Rosemayne who freely handled the artifact. There's a lot of things about growing up in temples."

Apparently my uncle has never seen a knight up a blue cleric deal with a god's artifact. I've been executed, and only Sikikoza knows the knight of the clergyman, so I said, "God's equipment is quite handy, but why didn't you use it? I can only say." When he looked at me with his neck tilted, the chief clergyman placed the cutlery with his smiley face.

"Normal nobles do not come close to the temple, so they neither see nor touch divine objects. Those who grow up in the temple will not think of it as their own weapon, because they consider it a stain. Most importantly, it takes a lot of magic to use it as a god tool, so the load is heavy on a normal clergyman."

"There will also be reasons why it is unsuitable to deform Starp because of its exquisite magic formations and sculptures. I've seen it on the altar, but it's hard to think clearly."

My adoptive father snorted at your father's words as well.

"If I may add further, you are the only one who handles the artifact in a convenient way. It's awe-inspiring to embody the gods' artifacts for their own use."

"I don't want Master Ferdinand alone to say it! Isn't it Master Ferdinand who conveniently uses the artifact!

It is also the chief cleric who brought the spear of the Lydenshaft as my weapon, and who taught me that the cloak of the Dark God can be used to prevent enemy attacks. I don't want you to shelf your business.

"I should have taught you that the cloak of the Dark God should be a last resort or a hidden ball. Don't casually use it for stupid purposes like blindfolding to hit your own attacks, fool"

"Sorry"

The cloak of the Dark God is a divine artifact that can suck the magic of the enemy and make it his own. They did tell me to use magic as a last resort when it was depleted and cornered. A big cloth that prevents vision, I was the only one who came up with the cloak of the Dark God when I thought of it, so I was the one who used it.

... When they say that, I'm the one who does use it conveniently.

"That's why I succeeded in covering Turnisbefalen's sight, crusading with Brother Cornelius and Brother Wilfried in the attack of Traugot. After that, my contribution was not so high, so I left material collection to Brother Cornelius and Roderich to perform the ritual of regenerating the collection place."

Off the subject from the cape, my uncle made a stop with a rugged face as I proceeded to speak.

"Wait a minute, Rosemaine. There is no way that those who give the blessings of darkness to everyone's weapons, draw the attention of Turnisbefalen, and eventually take away their sight and stop moving are less contributing."

I leaned my neck against my uncle's point. I don't think anyone complained at that crime scene. The highest contributor was Brother Cornelius, who should have been Wilfried in the next place. Even considering the demonic stone material I received for Rhoderich, my contribution was not so high.

"Isn't the ranking of contributions the order in which you did the damage?

"Isn't it crucial to be prepared to do damage? From what I've heard, Leonore, who was able to instantly determine the black warcraft that attacked him as Turnis Befalen, and Rosemaine, who gave him the art of fighting, have the highest contribution. It's the kind of thinking that determines the contribution in the order in which it's done a lot of damage, so there are idiots like Traugot who rush into merit."

According to my uncle, the contribution is misranked. I turn my gaze to my adoptive father and your father for other opinions. Everyone held their mouths together and said the contribution was determined incorrectly.

"If I taught you how much collaboration, and only those who attacked can count as contributions, fundamentally everyone will only think about going in for an attack. I don't care how much you teach me to collaborate."

"It would be a harm that only a ditter competing for speed has done. You need to be educated about your contribution. What the hell are you teaching in the House of Lords?

That is what I am told in exasperation to everyone who is training the knights, and I recall the Knight Apprenticeship. There should have been precautions to determine the contribution.

"I learn it in seating. But there's a divergence between seating and practice, and I can't seem to feel it. That's what Leonore said last year."

"It was Cornelius who made the decision on this contribution, and where there was no disagreement from the others is the biggest problem. Everyone needs an education."

Apparently, special training for the knight apprentices is still likely to continue.

And I spent a few days reading a book I borrowed from Hannelore, which became a tea party day with my mother and adoptive mother. There are only three of us today. My foster mother and mother are social teachers to me, so in a way, it's a very nervous tea party.

"I'm sorry you forced me to return. I would have looked forward to interacting with your friends."

... No problem because your friend is only about Hannelore, I can't say anything! Finally, if I could be caged in a library, I wouldn't be able to say anything more about interacting!

Feeling the cold sweat about to come out, I leaned down just a little so that I could look as special a victory as possible.

"I can't help it because I seem to have failed so much against Prince Hildebrandt"

"I told Master Zilvester not to scold Rosemaine harshly, but did he scold you harshly?

If you don't get mad at me this year, what a gutsy sermon my adoptive mother scolded my adopted father for planning to give. It's not good for a child's education to push the House of Lords' grades up at once, to disseminate the epidemic and just scold them without even seeing merit with unprecedented interaction with the upper realms, he said.

"Of course, I'm not saying that Rosemaine doesn't have a problem socializing. There's a lot to learn. But apart from not acknowledging Rosemaine's hard work. I know Rosemaine grew up in a temple and didn't have enough common sense among the aristocrats, so I told her that rubbing would come first."

That's what my adoptive mother smiles gently. What a priest. "If you haven't been able to teach, you should scold me. But if it was caused by a difference in common sense that we put out in our mouths and didn't teach properly, don't reflect that we didn't have enough education," he stabbed me with a big nail.

"Compared to this time last year, socializing is also better. I'm not so worried because Rosemayne is a child who can work hard for Aerenfest."

... oh my adoptive mother looks like the Virgin Mary!

Touched by the words of encouragement that were not from the parents, I saw my adoptive mother. The adoptive mother deepens her laughter with a smile that really looks like the Virgin Mary.

"You make a lot of friends in the House of Lords, too. Friends can be an irreplaceable treasure."

"Yes, sir"

... adoptive mother, that, for me, is quite a challenge.

It's hard to say that I would rather read a book than a friend, because I find that the word "make friends" is also good intentions, saving parents from their anger-filled sermons.

... Oh, my adoptive mother's smile and expectations are heavy!

I try to delude myself by drinking tea, but in my heart it is an annoying cry.

My mother, who watched me and my adoptive mother interact quietly, put the cup down and exhaled, ha, ha. Looks like some foolishness is about to start. It is a mother's habit that she learned when she was attached to tea before the christening ceremony.

... Well, is today's stupidity my husband or my son?

"Rosemaine is still good because you can see the effort. The problem is our daughters."

... was my wife!

Mother looks up at Angelica standing behind me as an escort knight and opens her mouth.

"Angelica is all about getting stronger, she doesn't think about marriage any more than that Eckhardt, and in a social setting she basically just smiles and doesn't try to have active interaction. Do you think getting married would change things a little?

"I don't think Angelica will change at all. I can't think of anything like Angelica actively socializing and partitioning the scene. Because we know that, Angelica's parents wanted to decline to marry Brother Eckhardt, didn't they? I think it's more wrong to expect it."

To my answer, Mother exhaled a nasty sigh, "I know," she said. Angelica, who is on the subject, makes a voice bounced with a delightful face on the contrary.

"That's Master Rosemaine, isn't it? You understand me very well. As Lady Rosemaine said, I cannot change myself so easily."

"You don't have to answer all this, Angelica."

I can't tell Angelica that I'm willing to marry her at all, so she said her mother told Brother Eckhardt to marry the First Lady first, but she said, "It's not good to hear about getting another fiancée while you have a fiancée named Angelica. The First Lady will think after her wedding with Angelica, after about three years," she said no.

... Brother Eckhardt is not willing to marry the First Lady when he plans to marry Angelica at the age of twenty, who is said to be late for marriage, and "think" three years later.

"Eckhardt would be giving his name to Master Ferdinand, wouldn't he? So you can't be the Knights Commander, and I'm not going to be our home trail. It just made me feel like getting married, but I still think it's good... and Aurelia, too."

Mother shook her head slowly.

"I'm Aub Ahrensbach's niece, so it's not like I can't socialize, but I have a hard time putting it in a social setting. Well, I can't help but give up for a while to come."

"Um, Mother. Did something happen to Aurelia?

When I was worried about Aurelia, my mother, after having exchanged her gaze with her adoptive mother, laughed softly and small, whispered to me and told me.

"I'm pregnant."

"Huh?"

"I had a baby, Rosemaine."

I keep my eyes open to surprise and snort silently and repeatedly.

"Is it a boy? Is it a girl? You have to prepare a book to celebrate. Toys, too. I have made many things before..."

"Rosemaine, please calm down. I just found out, so I don't know if I'm going to be born like this."

"Huh? What do you mean?

Mother's explanation says it's hard to instill magic in your baby. If you don't shed magic on your baby, you'll have a child with low magic. Or so, if you put too much expectation on it and pour too much in the early days, it's easy to abort and it's not good for the mother. I'm stunned by the cultural shock I've had for a long time.

... It's tough until you're born, and I can't believe how much magic changes your treatment even after you're born. Nobility is tough.

"Never mention it because you're not going to be informed much until the christening ceremony."

I nodded slowly when I read Mother's hidden words that she did not know what would happen to the baby due to the amount of magic.

"As a previous issue that kids can and can't do, Aurelia doesn't like to socialize either, so Elvira can only count on Leonore. Leonore will be able to bring the faction together as a successor to Elvira, as he is the senior nobleman of Aerenfest."

My adoptive mother moved the subject from Aurelia to Leonore. I blink my eyes several times because I fail to comprehend the meaning of Leonore's name coming out here.

"Huh? Is that Leonore?

"Cornelius' counterpart must be Leonore, right? I hear you're lying around so you can't be at work, but Rosemaine didn't notice?

"Yes. Absolutely..."

I felt signs that Leonore was giving my thoughts to Brother Cornelius, but I didn't realize that it worked. Neither of us, I don't think we showed that bare gesture at all.

"Oh, but if I recall well, it seems like the two of us had more chances to escort each other these days...? Could I be the only one who didn't know? Does your mother know how tame you two are?

"I don't know the details either. No matter how many stories you listen to, it's straight forward to be made into a book like Lamprecht."

I know how Brother Cornelius feels. But it won't be something you can hide and figure out.

"Don't you even know Leonore's relatives? You need to say hello, don't you?

"It is known at a time when you are dressed to accompany Cornelius to his graduation ceremony. We've already talked to each other a few times. He seems to meet you lightly."

Unexpectedly, Brother Cornelius was firmly rooted. Since I have been in the temple for a long time, there seemed to be plenty of time to move around.

"I heard you were trying to hide it from Rosemaine, but you have a thorough job to do. Isn't he reliable like Elvira's son"

My adoptive mother taught me with a laugh of couscous. Brother Cornelius, who knows his mother who was getting information about the clergyman from Brother Eckhardt, seems to be the boss for both of us and most wary of me in a position to get all sorts of information.

"Cornelius' letter says Leonore's lecture is over and he's going to officially greet Leonore's parents during the period Rosemayne's dedication ceremony, so he's going to hear more about it then. I'm very alert, so it's going to be difficult."

"Why am I so wary?

Isn't it too thorough, though not understandable to be wary of me being in an informed position?

"He said if Rosemayne found out he chose Leonore as his opponent, he was going to be able to take escort duties with him, always be seated next door at meals, put on something and be chilled and teased"

I can't say enough about not doing it. I have myself. I slipped my gaze softly. If Brother Cornelius graduated, he seemed to intend to hide even the critical to graduate, as less than half the ingredients teasing him.

"Cornelius says he's worried that Leonore, who has one more year left, won't be more comfortable than he will be graduating. Please take care of Rosemaine."

"I'll be careful."

When I nodded, the adoptive mother shifted her gaze to her mother.

"So is Elvira. I know the love story in the House of Lords is popular, but isn't it pathetic, at least, to get uncomfortable in a dorm with no escape if you don't do it after they both graduate"

Sooner or later, when the flowers bloom in the memorabilia at the tea party, the day will come to be told from Leonore's own mouth, her adoptive mother smiled gently narrowing her blue eyes.

"Right. There are so many love stories already gathered that you don't need to rush them. Let's wait and see."

If there is a gap while I say wait, my pitch-black eyes are burning to hear it out.

"Speaking of which, the romantic-focused knight story also had a good reputation for Hannelore, Dunkelferger's lord candidate. I recently lent you a love story from the House of Lords at a tea party and advertised it to a civilian apprentice that if Dunkelferger had a love story, I would buy it. You might get a new story."

"It's great, Rosemaine"

Mother rejoiced when her eyes glowed. The House of Lords is still the best way to get the story of other realms. And if we gather stories from different ages, it makes it harder to identify whose story is in the book. Mother said that more anonymity would make it easier to get a story.

"The Love Story in the House of Lords is one of Haldenzel's best sellers, so I write books for Haldenzel."

Apparently Haldenzel is turned into a printing house specializing in love stories. Geebe Haldenzel has a tough face, but he's often given permission. He said it was tough land, so I know it needs to be sold, but it doesn't link Geebe Haldenzel's face to his love story.

"Oh, yeah, yeah. Speaking of Haldenzel, Haldenzel's miracle is on the table this winter in social circles."

My adoptive mother slapped her hand on Pong and said so.

"What is Haldenzel's miracle?

"You revived an old ritual."

... Huh? Topic?