Ascendance of a Bookworm

After flying the Ordnants, I was thinking of an excuse not to be offended by the Cleric Chief, and the Ordnants flew in saying, "I'll be on my way to the temple soon, so be waiting in my room".

Having heard its contents, Fran and Zahm begin to move butterflies to welcome the Cleric Chief. I was calculating the priest's anger from the tone of Ordonanz's voice as I watched him go to contact the priest's side of the service or head to the kitchen to prepare tea.

"... hmm, maybe a little more surprise and impatience than anger? It still seems like anger is bigger, and that's the subtle part. What do you think, Dermuel?

"Wouldn't it be nice if we didn't raise evil and Master Ferdinand scolded us?

... Not good at all!

"This time, I didn't do anything wrong. There's no reason to be scolded."

"Then I don't think there's any reason to avoid Master Ferdinand."

For God's sake, that is what Darmuel said with his shoulders flaunted, and I pointed my lips.

"I'm not doing anything wrong, but they're scolding me, so I'm trying to avoid it."

"Good luck, Master Rosemaine. We're here for you."

Angelica clenched her fist. Only support? And when I accidentally put it in my mouth, Angelica frowned sadly.

"Unfortunately, I have no teeth in Master Ferdinand's sermon, which is smart. If we're going to fight with Stynrook, we'll do our best not to be enemies, and if we just listen to your sermon together next door, which would Master Rosemayne like?

... I don't need either!

While we were talking about that that didn't matter, the bell sounded to inform us of our arrival. From the door opened by Fran and Zahm, the Chief Cleric brings Brother Eckhardt and Justkus in and leads the side services of the Temple.

"Me, it's not bad!

"The most open, what are you talking about? You must say hello first.

"I'm sorry"

... I'm supposed to avoid preaching, but I was scolded for the most open-minded, completely irrelevant thing. This is crazy. This is not how it should be.

Exchange greetings of the chief nobleman who holds his temples and sighs, and I recommend a seat to the chief priest.

"I'll say it again..."

"Enough. I trusted you and asked for surveillance. I was stupid. You're simple and gullible, and if you can hang the book in front of you, you'll jump completely oblivious to all the circumstances before and after."

... Ah, I think I totally lost my credibility.

"Um, I knew you could be angry, right?

Feeling abandoned by the clergyman with an exhausted expression, when I offered, the clergyman looked like a great pain in the ass.

"It's a waste of time. More than that, what's a hell of a new fact? In your case, I can't read ahead."

"What do you mean?

The chief cleric tells me that I can't read ahead, even though I feel like everything has been read, and I lean my neck.

"Sometimes it's a hell of a new fact for you, but if you're referring to nothing for others, then you've stuck your neck in something the rest of us haven't imagined. It's completely unpredictable. Which one is it this time?

"Either way, there's no way you can judge that. It's all new to me."

As he complained to the chief cleric, I opened the scriptures. It's not just the chief clergyman, it's even Justkus. He looks interesting close to his face.

"It's blank."

"Does the Chief Cleric see the content?

"There's no way I can see you, the temple chief, not giving me permission."

"Princess, I need your permission, too"

I made sure that the Cleric Chief would not see the Scriptures either unless I gave him permission, and I gave him permission, keeping an eye on the Cleric Chief.

"I will give permission to Chief Cleric and Yustox to view it."

The next moment, I could see that the Chief Cleric shook his eyebrows pickly just for a moment. I can barely change my expression, so I can't tell if I see the magic formation.

"Hum, is this the scripture that the temple chief alone was allowed to view?... What makes it different from other scriptures?

Justkus wraps his scriptures around in excitement, but he seems indistinguishable from the rest. At least, it's not a reaction you're seeing floating magic formations and letters.

"The full version, or more detailed than any scripture in the Temple Library,"

There are several copies of the Bible in the Temple Library, but there are quite a few differences in the number of pages. As I explained to Justkus the difference from the scriptures in the Temple Library, the Chief Cleric called me.

"Rosemaine"

Called fame with a voice that had abolished my emotions even more, I looked back to Ba and looked up at the chief cleric. Thin gold eyes stare down at me without any expression. The chief cleric took the scripture in his hand after meditating on his tight eyes once.

"It's not about talking big. You know that, right?

... you look like a clergyman.

No one nearby is given permission to enter the workshop with a stern face, and the clergyman enters the workshop in my hidden room. "What the hell..." I followed after the chief cleric, putting the proximities on the spot with a surprise look on their face.

When the scriptures were opened and placed on a larger table to be used during conditioning, the chief cleric just sat in a chair. As I pinch the scriptures and face them, I also move my chair around and twist and climb.

"Rosemaine, what do you see?

"Maybe it's the same thing the chief cleric is seeing. We see the magic formations and the letters that come up."

The chief cleric held the eyebrows between my words.

"It shouldn't have happened before when we opened the Bible."

"I also opened the scriptures for a long time on orders from Aub and was surprised to find this magic formation for the first time today. You didn't look like Angelica, Dermuel, or Justkus, but you look like a clergyman, don't you? I was wondering if maybe it would only look like me, the temple chief. What are the conditions? Suddenly I could see something..."

I turn my gaze to the clergyman, who is silent without even a gavel, as I say so pointing to an unusual magic formation.

……

It was terribly quiet, and a faceless clergyman who completely quenched his emotions looked to me. Shut your mouth unintentionally. One cold gaze pointed straight at me was the scariest thing I've ever seen, and I got goosebumps all over my body.

"... Um, Chief Cleric?

"Thou wilt be king... wilt thou be king?

I breathe in the cold, bottom-cold voice that drifts from my feet. Quietly asked, but I don't know what will happen to me depending on that answer. I felt like I was standing on such a cliff.

"I don't want that. All I want is to read a book."

"Then forget it. You haven't seen anything. There is nothing written in this scripture about the magic formations, letters, or anything that floats. That's how you pretend. All right?"

When he heard my answer, he said so to cut off the story, though the tense air around the chief cleric was a little loose. I take a seat with Katari, and I don't seem to see the magic formation in the eyes of the clergyman trying to close the Scriptures.

"I don't mind forgetting..."

"What?"

I lean my neck, wondering at the clergyman, who is not even oriented towards a magical formation that seems complex and research-oriented. I did a magic team report to deflect my anger, and this magic team isn't doing much good.

"Won't the Chief Cleric study this magic formation? Though I think it's very well researched and worth it, with a complex and strange magic formation that contains all attributes."

"Rosemaine, there are many things in the world that you should do without knowing. If you don't want to die, don't stick your neck in it."

"... death?

Seeing me with no connection between the study of the magic formations and death, I sat back after the clergyman exhaled slowly.

"You don't seem to understand, so I'll explain, but now the king doesn't meet the conditions to be king"

"Huh?"

"It doesn't meet the conditions written in the Bible."

As the Bible also states, the throne is given to those who photographed the first generation of Gluthrithheit. According to the chief cleric's explanation, over the years the copies copied by the king changed so that they would be inherited by the next king. Gluthrithheit, who was ceded from the previous king to the next king, was the testimony of the king. The coup d 'état, however, resulted in the loss of the copy the former king had and made it a matter of having to copy the first generation of Gluthrithheit. But now I don't know where the first Gluthris Height is. It may have been passed on to the royal family by oral transmission, but it seems likely that it was interrupted by a coup d 'état.

"Originally, the king today was raised as subordinate as possible until a coup d 'état took place. You are unlikely to be educated to be king and not know the oral biography. Lords also have things to tell in their mouths. There will be one in the king."

Apparently there is a past in which the current king took office because of his victory over the coup d 'état, but the biblical fundamentalists of the central temple refused to take up the reign of the king on the grounds that there was no gluthrithheit.

"Nearly half of the important magic equipment could not be kept by the state with the royalty and nobility drastically reduced, and the central temple reluctantly recognized the throne. In the meantime, can't you imagine a little bit what would happen if you spoke of the conditions under which you would be rightful king and publicly declared that you were in the Bible?

The king will want to annihilate me, who will incite the biblical fundamentalists of the central temple and become disturbing elements. I tremble in noisy anticipation.

"Chief Cleric, does the appearance of such wording in the Bible satisfy the condition that I, and possibly I, become king?

That's why when asked if he was so vigilant, the chief cleric immediately shook his head to the side.

"No, that's not it. You have a lot of magic in all attributes. [M] I pray often as it is in the Bible, so I guess I have the qualities to be king, but the key conditions are not fulfilled"

"Is that the key condition?

"It's an easy thing," said the Chief Cleric, turning his gaze to the Bible if anything happened.

"You are originally a civilian and have not drawn the king's blood. Therefore, you cannot be king."

"The king's blood, is it? I don't think the phrase" draw the king's blood "was in the Bible..."

I slapped my temples at my fingertips so that the clergyman would only think a little into my doubts, exhaling slowly.

"There is only a royal family… precisely a library that only those who draw the blood of the first king can enter. It was written in the old literature that, like this hidden room, the conditions of entry are set as those who draw the king's blood…. Therefore, you cannot be king, no matter how qualitative, without being in the library and without being able to photograph Gluthris Heights."

"Yeah!? Is that, possibly, an open library that only royalty can enter!? I was going to get along with Prince Hildebrandt and ask him to let me in, but if there is royal blood in the terms of entry, wouldn't I be in the library if I found it!

Unexpected. And when I mourned that I was going to find it while I was in the House of Lords, the chief priest glanced at me with such eyes as to see a frigid thing.

"Didn't you just say you didn't want a king?

"I don't want a king, but I want a book! Isn't it natural that you want to read Gluthris Height! Me, why haven't you drawn the blood of the first king!?

"Because I'm a former civilian. I'm just really glad you didn't draw royal blood, and now I sincerely do. By and large, Gluthrithheit in the library is also a copy of the First King anyway, so it's not so different from this scripture. Give it up."

That's what the clergyman said as he shook his head when he said it was ridiculous. The Cleric Chief's words are too mild for the despair of having a library but not letting it in.

"That's a terrible way to say it to me when I can't read the book and I'm moaning!

"It's in your head that's terrible.

... it's getting worse!

No matter if you complain of any more grief, the ramblings just come back. And I whisper, and behold the chief priest. I looked back and said, "Do you have any complaints?" And I turned away. Also off topic with gaze.

"Nevertheless, why did these letters and magic formations come up in the scriptures?

"I don't know what you fulfilled the only condition, but I don't know why it came up. I've never been a temple chief, and I've never owned a scripture. … but I think I've figured out the existential significance of this scripture"

The chief cleric exhaled softly as he touched the scriptures.

"The magic formations and letters of this Scripture show the way to the king. Perhaps to choose the right king."

"I don't know. What do you mean?

When I ask the question, "This is just a hypothesis," the chief cleric explains, having prefaced it.

"The first king was also the head of the temple serving God in piety. Would you have learned that in history?

"Yes. Next to the first king, the king's son was doing the divine work in the temple, wasn't he? That is why in other territories the temple chief was entrusted to the son of the lord"

As Eglantine said it was an old way for the Son of the Lords to head the Temple, that was the case in every territory a long time ago. The temple was equal to kings and lords, and the king's son was concurrently head of the temple.

"Even if there were more coups d 'état and strife than the King's Son was temple chief, and if the oral tradition passed on to the royal family was interrupted, the path leading to Gluthrithheit would have been paved if we had seen the scriptures. The first king must not have thought of a situation in which the temple would thus lose its power and turn against the king. … the possibility that you, from the civilian population, will be the head of the temple, and that you may have the qualities to be king."

Yes, the clergyman added. Doesn't it seem as though I am out of standard when you say it that way? No, it might be out of standard. Just a little.

"And the early lords are married to royalty. In other words, the descendants of every lord will largely be drawing the blood of the king. … thinking so, he may have distributed the scriptures to the temples everywhere in order to choose a king who draws his own blood and is a little more powerful"

The fact that scriptures were distributed to lords everywhere is valid from the point of view of preserving information. Maybe the first king was a pretty smart guy.

"Speaking of which, it was a long time ago, but the king also stood from Dunkelferger, right? Dunkelferger's history books had such descriptions. I wondered why the king stood from Dunkelferger, not the king's son."

"Ho, Dunkelferger's history book?... Surely you would have let your own civilian photograph it? Can you lend it to me next time?

Seeing the Chief Cleric shine his eyes intriguing, I immediately said, "Fine. Let's trade it for a new book," he nodded. The Chief Cleric makes his cheeks snap.

"I should have already lent you many books, though?

"I am greedy for new books. I won't miss a small opportunity."

"I know."

The clergyman slowly changed his expression after laughing small and promising to exchange a new book for Dunkelferger's history book. Suddenly I am followed by a clergyman with a true face, and I also shut my mouth and stretched out my spine.

"There's no point in saying anything else about what we've talked about here, anything that comes up in the Bible. Never leak anything else. I forget too. Forget you, too."

Make it something you didn't know, the chief cleric says. He decides he didn't even see it.

I was forbidden to use and turned my gaze to the ink kettle that remained on the workshop shelf. How many secrets does the Chief Cleric have that he has thus forgotten or decided not to know?

"This case won't be a busy one if you get involved. If you do poorly, a storm of solemnity, like after the coup d 'état, will blow to Aerenfest"

"Huh?"

Hearing noisy words, I return my gaze to the chief cleric. With a serious and serious look, with a harsh eye, the Chief Cleric looked to me.

"He is a lord candidate with information that makes him a true king chosen by God, and from all around him he only looks like a usurper, such as the Virgin and the famous Temple Chief. It can only be a source of contention. Now that the First Prince has been ordained the next king, do you want to be a new source of conflict?

"No."

I don't even want that kind of thing. And I answered with certainty, All I need is a book.

The chief priest rises up, saying, "If only I knew," and walks toward me. I wonder, looking up, he gently stroked my head after a few seconds of hesitation.

"... Rosemaine, even read a new book and forget about this scripture. That's for you."

Aware of the clergy's clumsy care for fear of getting into conflict, I giggle and undertake to ease the occasion.

"I'm good at that. I'll take care of it! Actually, I called the chief cleric to say it was an emergency, but I just didn't like being pissed off, and I was actually going to do plenty of reading before I reported it."

It's easy to forget, the next moment I said, there was a gutsy force caged in my hand placed over my head. Huh? And I looked up, and I saw the clergyman smiling scared. It's faceless and scary, but it's scary to smile.

"Ho ho. How angry you wanted to self-declare it."

"Chi, no. That little joke or wanted to soothe the pressing atmosphere, the..."

The force cages at the fingertips placed on his head and tightens critically. Ouch. It hurts so bad. Tears creep up carefully as I look up to the chief cleric. Looking down at me half crying, the chief cleric hoisted the edge of his lips nigga.

"If being angry is your hope, you have to respond as best you can. Fix it there."

"Ah, ah. I'm sorry! I'm sorry!

... I, seriously fail.

After preaching to you, he said that he would also be angry about his adoptive father, and he was the chief cleric who returned to the castle, but in the end, it turned out that I was the only one angry with the chief cleric.

By disappearing for a long time, he was considered a savory by me and by the clergyman, but in fact, for the reason that "if I were there, I would definitely want to come in and be troublesome", he had discharged me as a watchman and looked for material about the ceremonial stage in a library where only the lord could enter.

... Ugh, if I had known, I wouldn't have gone back to the temple and stuck with my adoptive father!