Ascendance of a Bookworm

Having completed my service ceremony, I was to return to the castle in a blizzard with the Cleric Chief. The snowstorm is getting a lot stronger. It will be a little more this year until the Lord of Winter observes.

"As soon as I get back to the castle, can I go back to the House of Lords? I would like to have a tea party with Master Hannelore. I want to share my thoughts on the book."

The Chief Cleric looked so disgusted with my appeal.

"Not that I don't know how you feel, but I feel it's not enough no matter how many demon stones there are"

"You've got an empty demon stone full of dedication ceremonies, so it's just fine"

"... at all, you are. It will not be decided. Think of all the hard work around you."

After a deep sigh, the Chief Cleric said, "Either way, there are a number of things we need to discuss before we go back to the House of Lords. I can't go back to the House of Lords right away," he said. That being said, I talked to the Chief Cleric a lot during lunch at the temple, so I can't think of anything that I need to talk about again.

... I told you about Turnisbefalen, and about the material research sent by Haltmoot, he said something bumpy all by himself, did something happen?

"Um, what are you talking about?

The clergyman stared at me. He sees the power of water cannons, talks about the information on Rhoderich collected by Justkus and the prayer ceremony stage his adoptive father was looking into, and confirmation that he can't do without a castle.

Back in the midst of the blizzard, at the head of the clergy, I saw Norberto and Richarda opening the door. There is also the appearance of Brother Cornelius and Leonore.

Seeing the two of them lined up after hearing the story, it's weird because they look like lovers. I must have finished my lecture in the House of Lords and the two of us must have greeted Leonore's family.

"Welcome back, Master Rosemaine"

"I'm back now.... Cornelius' counterpart was Leonore, wasn't he? Didn't I know?

"I know it's not just Rosemayne."

It was an answer and the look on Brother Cornelius's face that most people must know for sure. Leonore has refrained from taking a step back and is just smiling quietly.

"So did you finish greeting Leonore's family? Didn't you disagree?

"Nothing's wrong."

I was told to take it. Am I the only one who feels a little frustrated that I can do this? I'm sure I'm the only one left out. If I thought so, Dermuel's smile would have caught a bit of a pull, too. Seeing it, my frustrated heart flashes.

... Darmuel also has a hard time finding someone, so if you have a colleague's lover who matches his identity and magic with his rather younger brother Cornelius, you'll feel subtle, right? I get it. I get it.

"Now, change the escort knight."

In response to Norberto's voice, the escort knight takes turns. Angelica and Dermuel, who have been escorting me in the temple for a long time, are supposed to get a few days off and prepare for the Lord in winter. Brother Cornelius and Leonore will escort you to the castle.

I missed Angelica and Darmuel returning to the Cavalier dormitory, and I turned to Brother Cornelius and Leonore. The moment my eyes met, I could see that Brother Cornelius was only slightly fit.

... I don't have to make fun of you or bully you so much.

"Will you let me talk to you about the House of Lords? I was in the temple, so I looked through the questionnaire that I needed to answer, but I had no idea."

"Yes, sir."

I heard a report in the House of Lords from both of them on my way back to my room. Unlike last year, tea parties have been held several times, mainly in Charlotte, and spinning readings of love stories in the House of Lords are beginning to be quite popular among female students in the upper realms.

"I want to go back to the House of Lords and talk to you right now."

"Please stop because you will fall again. I want you to think about the hard work."

I was stopped when they said the same thing to me as the chief cleric. I will read the book, watching sideways as the luggage brought back from the temple is brought into the room and cleaned up at the hands of Richarda and Otilier.

Dinner that day was with the Lord and his wife and the Cleric Chief. Melchior's baptismal meeting is the main topic of the day. They say that the baptism ceremony in Merhior is best held before the nobility returns to each territory, so it will be with a feast that will last for spring.

"The baptism itself is the same as in winter, just because you don't have the revelation to dedicate yourself to playing fesh peel"

"Right."

"My adoptive father. Speaking of which, did you find the stage material?

For the Geebes, who want to recreate the stage for a prayer ceremony just like Haldenzel, the adoptive father should have fished the library where only the lord can enter. According to my adoptive father, only the description of the magic formation was found. But they haven't found any material about the stage yet.

"There's too much material. It's too hard to look alone. If I could find out the official name of the stage, or at least when it was made, it would be pretty easy to find it..."

They have too much stuff about rituals, too much stuff about magic formations, and they don't know which is the key material. To my adoptive father, who was tired of looking for things in the day after day, I found a good opportunity to enter the library and raised my hand bah.

"My adoptive father. I'm here to help!

"No. Lords are the only ones who can get in there."

I smiled and offered to help, but my adoptive father instantly shook my head and rejected me. Too careless.

"I just want to help you purely, can't I?

"Ah."

"Can't you even ask your foster mother to help you?

"Ah."

... the dossier room I cannot enter. I can't even let the Lady Lords in, the dossier room I'd let in if I were a Lords. If only the lord can get in...

"Rosemaine, if you can only let a lord in, you can be a lord, and so on, right?

Words like tracing the perfect and thought came out of the clergyman's mouth, and I giggle! and shook my body.

"What are you saying, Master Ferdinand? That's not true...... Ho, ho, ho."

Though I laughed and tried to delude myself, the Cleric Chief's eyes are still harsh.

... I know you don't have to stare like that to be a lord. Because the sheriff won't do anything that's going to kill me.

At the end of the dinner, whilst the clergyman stared at me, seeing that Melchior had come to greet me to bed, I shall also greet everyone and return to my room. The chief cleric called me to stop trying to get out of the dining room.

"Rosemaine, tomorrow after three bells ring, like we're going to the Knights' training ground. By the time I get back to the House of Lords, I want to confirm the power of the new weapons you've made."

"Okay."

As the chief priest told me, three bells rang, so I went to the knight's training ground. Radio gymnastics first. As I was building strength, the Chief Cleric came. My curious uncle and father are with me, and some adoptive fathers like new things. With its proximity together, it is a tremendous great place.

"Come on, show me Rosemaine's new weapon"

"Yes, uncle."

In response to my uncle's urging, when I put out the stamp, I changed-it by chanting "water cannon".

"A spell you've never heard of, a weapon you've never seen"

With his adoptive father saying so, he turns his gaze to the chief cleric for his opinion. The chief clergyman shook his head slowly, keeping his arms together. And stare still at the water cannon I hold.

"I've never heard of it either, and I've never seen it. Did I mention Mizdepow? How do you use this?

"Maybe it's magic in here."

I shake a translucent water cannon to show the liquid inside. The chief cleric carved a wrinkle between his eyebrows and brought his face closer together.

"If you don't think about it as a weapon, it won't be a weapon."

"What do you mean?

"It's originally a toy. So if you just shoot, you won't be a weapon."

I will shoot a water cannon with a pish to show. I made a noise with the pictures and saw the liquid pour down on the nearby ground, and suddenly disappeared, and the chief cleric nodded one thing, "Hmm." My adoptive father, who sees a toy water cannon, shines his eyes and points at something like a practice mannequin.

"Try it as a weapon, Rosemaine. I want to see you. Could it be used like a Ferdinand bow?

When I snorted one, I decided to shoot an arrow out of the water cannon, as my adoptive father had requested. Set up a water cannon for a mannequin a little far away. Once I gently closed my eyes, I imagined the arrow of the chief cleric and pulled the trigger.

Shh. As the popped liquid splits into numerous pieces, it takes the shape of an arrow, makes a noise and pierces the human form.

"Ooh!"

"Fantastic!"

Your father and uncle raised their exclamation, and your adoptive father rounded his dark green eyes and murmured, "That's a big difference from earlier." Each with a surprised face, but only the chief cleric comes close with a straight face, takes my hand, and starts staring at the water cannon. Seems to have gotten into the research object more than surprised.

"I see. This part is moving and shooting out magic, isn't it?

The Chief Cleric looks closely at the structure inside to gaze at me as I twist my wrists and elbows as I would like to see them. Maybe you haven't noticed at all that you're twisting my arm.

... I was just there!

"Dear Ferdinand, do not twist your wrists or arms. It hurts."

"Oh, I'm sorry. If that makes a difference in the amount of liquid we have here that we can shoot out, if we take a bigger form, can we increase our power?

... I'm not listening! I haven't heard anything about you, this guy!

My arm ached was flushed with "such things," and I began to say bumps about how to increase my power as a weapon, how much magic I would need, etc. I know I've been attached to research rigging at the temple lunch. When this happens, the chief clergyman barely sees around. It stays like this until you come to a certain conclusion in yourself.

"Luken!"

I will put an immediate end to the change in the water cannon. When the subject of the study disappeared from sight, the clergyman looked up as if he had been hacked and looked at me dissatisfied, "I haven't finished looking at it yet," he said. I look back unbeaten, too.

"... aren't you saying your arm hurts? Please don't even listen to these words for a second. If you apologize, you can't keep twisting."

Beyond where we stared, my uncle suddenly stepped out and said, "Meez Dippo! shouted." Surprised by the sudden shout, I stopped staring at the chief cleric and turned to his uncle. Apparently, he thought of trying a new weapon quickly. But Sturp didn't change. My uncle tilted his neck as he looked at his starp.

"Hmm? It's the same."

"Isn't it pronounced differently? Water cannon."

"Mizdippo?"

"That's a little different. Water cannon."

Is it difficult to pronounce Japanese? As my uncle and I practiced pronunciation, the clergyman muttered my pronounced "water cannon" on the scale as he put his arms together and rhythmed with a ton at his fingertips. Then, roughly, take out the staples.

"Water cannon"

A translucent cheap water cannon appeared in the clergyman's hand. It doesn't look great. As much as I want to blame myself for creating a water cannon, the almost feeling of a water cannon doesn't suit a faceless cleric. It feels like the main character comes out with a water cannon in a hardboiled movie. Too surreal.

"You should just shoot it, just like you did when you shot the arrow out, right?

But the chief clergyman, without mentioning anything in his appearance, fired a cheap water cannon at the mannequin. The solidification of the magic that flew shrugged out of the chief priest's water cannon is greater than mine, and the number of arrows that divide is greater than mine, and the speed is incomparable.

"Hmm, this is pretty user-friendly"

The clergyman, who wore out the human form brilliantly, began to think of something by staring at the water cannon he was holding. Do you intend to make it your favorite weapon? Sure, it's easy to shoot with one hand, so it's good for shooting from above a horseman.

I just gave up Eudit because I need a lot of magic, and the sheikh rich in magic has no obstacle whatsoever. The only biggest obstacle to it is that it doesn't look cool. I shook my head unintentionally, thinking of the sheikh's regular use of water cannons.

"Master Ferdinand doesn't look good on water cannons, so don't use them"

"What do you mean?

"It's not cool. I don't like it unless it's a cooler weapon, not a kid's toy like this. The bow was much nicer."

... I wish I had enough power to recreate a cool gun! That way, this wouldn't have happened.

The chief cleric sighed lightly when he said I had his head.

"Rosemaine, effectiveness and user-friendliness are more important than appearance."

"It looks important! At the very least, as I was saying earlier, come up with something to make it bigger or make it black and invisible to the contents. Otherwise, I don't like it."

My uncle said to my theory of power, "Well, should Rosemaine be cool?" He asked me if my weapon was cool.

... Anything would be cool if it wasn't a water cannon at this time, Uncle.

At the end of the revelation of the power of the water cannon, we were to discuss how to create a water cannon that would not be uncomfortable for the chief cleric to have in his steward's office. "Because cool is important," says my adoptive father. Apparently, my adoptive father wants to use it too.

When I was being paid and sighed across from the three guardians, the clergyman accidentally got a serious look.

"Rosemaine, where did you learn the water cannon? You have said many times that you are a child's toy, but I have never seen or heard of such a toy. It's not a toy here, is it?

"Yes."

I will explain again how I built the water cannon. At the same time, he also reported that he had tried various things.

"That's just how I groaned at first with little consciousness. When I whined in 'Japanese', which is not this one's word, it became 'water cannon'. But the printing press, the photocopier, the scissors didn't change."

"Copies or scissors?

The chief cleric asks back with a strange face. Although the copier is hard to explain, scissors are still used here, so it's easy.

"Uh, 'photocopier' is something we don't have here, but 'scissors' means scissors. It's normal, isn't it? Yet it didn't seem to be a spell..."

"Shale"

That's what the chief cleric said, turning the starp into scissors, he showed me. Apparently, there already exists a spell that changes to scissors. Because of that, it may not have changed in Japanese.

"If it's scissors, I'll say shale. If a copy doesn't exist here, isn't your imagination sweet? I can't reproduce it in Starp unless I think exactly of what it is, the structure and how it works. Just like I saw the structure of the water cannon earlier."

The Chief Cleric said it could not be reproduced unless it was something that clearly came to mind. I mean, you can't make easy copiers or printers with a stamp.

... ooh! I can't exactly picture the copier. If I could, I would have thought it would be very convenient, but I'm disappointed!

The parents were struggling to change the appearance of the water cannon, leaving me alone in depression, knowing that Starp was not that convenient. Seeing him like this, I think his adoptive father and Wilfried are really parents and kids.

Ultimately, the chief cleric was able to build a slightly larger, black, properly gun-like water cannon. Unfortunately, however, it seemed that the shape of the water cannon had already been fixed in my brain, and I could not change it from a translucent water cannon.

... not me, but the chief cleric has gone hard boiled.

From then on, life in the castle continued. Requests for visits related to Haldenzel are basically declined, and efforts will be made to make as many printing workshops as possible with mothers and Henrik and others for requests for visits to the paper industry and printing relations.

It is also the norm in the morning to go around and see how the children's room is doing and to do radio gymnastics in the Knights' training area. So, look for a kid who seems to be compatible with you even though you're close. Occasionally, Nicolaus and I have our sights on each other, but we don't speak from Nicolaus, and I can see Brother Cornelius on guard, so I don't speak from this one either.

Discussions were also held on receiving Rhoderich's name. According to information gathered by Justkus, Rhoderich has not had a good relationship with his parents since one of the white towers that became a stain on Vilfried.

"If Roderich himself wants it, please let him go with his parents, princess"

Yustox said that quietly. They say it is better to leave my family, and I blink a few times.

"Why?

"To elaborate, Master Ferdinand has stopped you when the princess could be furious"

For I am sweet unto him that hath put him within me, and not to him that is hostile to it, because he is tough.

"If you really think it's the information you need, you should let your own civilian check it out. Because it's easy to force a princess to hear from us after she's given her name."

"... I don't want to do that"

When I pointed my lips, Justkus laughed small and said, "I thought the princess would say so".

"Princess, at the point of giving our names, we are determined to take precedence over our parents over ourselves. It is intolerable for your own family to be in such a situation that it carries a predominantly disadvantage. If you're interested in Roderich, keep your distance and keep an eye on what's going on."

"Okay. Thanks for taking the time, Justkus. Thanks for your help."

After discussing it with his adoptive father as well, he decided to give Rhoderich a room in the knight's dorm after being given his name. If it were a girl, I could have given her a side serving room north, just like Filine, but Rhoderich is a boy. I can't get into a side service room. Since there are no dormitories for civilian use and they are already to be used jointly with the Cavalier dormitories, Rhoderich's residence becomes the Cavalier dormitory.

The Lord of winter appeared the day before I was to return to the House of Lords, and I had to cage myself in the northern detachment. Grant the Knights the blessing of Angrief, the god of martial arts, and cage them in the room. I'm the only one away from the north, so I miss my mealtime a little.

I somehow asked about Haltmoot's opponent because Otilier, who serves me, looks down worried.

"Are you with Haltmoot? I don't know."

That's what Otilier said like he was in trouble.

"Huh? But this is graduation, and you need someone to escort you, right?

"I hear you're going out with other people to gather all kinds of information. However, this year, there were more than one name for the girl I named before I left for the House of Lords, and she said I would decide in the House of Lords, so I still don't know who I would end up with..."

"Is Haltmoot dating more than one woman!?

... Please, put him on Dermuel for about one!

While screaming in my heart, as I am solidified, Otilier adds an explanation, denying it as if he had panicked, "No, Master Rosemaine".

"As of last year, I didn't seem to have gotten to the point of dating you yet. Since Haltmoot was originally a child with little interest in anything, and is now in a state of all interest to Master Rosemayne, aren't you worried about shallow and broad relationships to gather information?

... Is that possible that the girl is going out with you, but Hartmoot wasn't going to, what a deal!? That's terrible. Haltmut's gonna get stabbed in there!

"I have trouble resembling my father in places like that, but I'm not so worried because we'll find kids whose mutual advantages mesh. I'm looking forward to introducing you to the Territorial Match."

That's what Otilier said, laughing furiously. I'm looking forward to my child introducing her, and I said to my laughing mother, "Let's worry! You could be blade wounded sharp in the House of Lords as it is! I couldn't say." It is better for me to return to the House of Lords as soon as possible so that this does not happen. We have to keep an eye on Haltmoot so he doesn't pose a danger.

It seems that the winter Lord's crusade is over and a well sunny day returns as he puts his energy into reading, praying that Haltmoot is not caught up in the blade wound shack. After a few obscure days of reading, it had already been a hundred million robberies for me to return to the House of Lords.

Prepare to be rushed back to the House of Lords by Richarda, with a bright loess cloak and brooch, and move itself into the room of the transfer formation. Lesser bus movement is also dull, reflecting my mood.

"Hurry up, Rosemaine. Cornelius and Leonore are back."

The chief cleric stands in front of the Transfer Regiment room and waits.

"Can't we stay in the castle until the territorial rivalry? I'd like to do some more reading."

"What are you talking about, fool!? There will be plenty of plans for the Tarnisbefalen interrogation, such as Drevanhell's Tea Party."

"Isn't Drevanhell's Tea Party since the Gilberta Chamber of Commerce hair decorations arrived? I don't think we have to go back yet."

As I return to the House of Lords early this year, the hair decorations of the Guilberta Chamber of Commerce are to be delivered to the castle and transferred in the transfer formation as soon as possible. For this reason, the tea party with Drevanhell is scheduled to take place after hair decorations have been made.

"I thought you wanted to go to the library in the House of Lords."

"But didn't Master Ferdinand say that this time of year there are already a lot of library carrels, and the only way I'm going in and out of the way that I'm finishing my lecture"

I can't go to the library, the tea party with Hannelore was banned because it would definitely fall, and I don't have a single pleasure going back to the House of Lords. I think it would be more fun to draw cages in the castle and read.

... I don't want to go to a tea party with Drevanhell that is sure to connect with the Royal Family with the Inquisition in Turnisbefalen. Anyway, it's gonna piss me off again.

Ha, and as he sighed and dropped his shoulder, he was held up by the clergyman and placed on a sledge transition formation. A clergyman with a deep wrinkle between his eyebrows stares at me.

"The period of royalty wandering around already is over. Now go back to the House of Lords and gain experience in socializing. Even though you have little social experience. I would have enjoyed enough reading this year. Bad foreboding."

The chief priest scolded me, and I had no choice but to nod.

"... I'm coming"