Ascendance of a Bookworm

"What the hell does that mean? I grew up in a temple, and I'm going to be familiar with it."

Apparently my words were interpreted as spitting poison, as Hirschühl said. Immanuel said that quietly. An emotionally scarce gray eye looks straight at me.

... Oh, I said "I don't know too much about the temple" to grow up in the temple. When they did say that, my words were really disgusting.

"I said the words earlier to the teachers. In your case, it's not a temple, you don't know anything about nobility."

I glanced around at Imanuel, who frowned a lot, and the teachers who looked at me like I didn't know why.

"Do you seriously think you can talk in the same line about my magic power, the best gained lord candidate in the House of Lords, with blue clerics and blue witches who can't enter the House of Lords, don't have a stamp and don't even know about magic compression?

Starting with Rufen, the teachers opened their eyes wide. There is a lot of convincing light in those eyes.

Imanuel wanted to argue with something, but after opening and closing his mouth several times with a face he couldn't, he found himself biting off his back teeth.

"You said there were many, many days, many blue clerics to perform the ritual, but how many blue clerics would Dr. Rufen's magic amount be for?

"I can't say exactly how many people, but I think we can be in charge of the magic supply for multiple people"

That would be so. Rufen is a brilliant nobleman who can move to the center and serve as a teacher. It's also ugly to compare it to a blue cleric.

Nodding several times as I was convinced by Rufen's words, Gundorf embarked on a little bit of himself and looked at me.

"I have found that we can also be in charge of some magic power for some blue clerics, not just Master Rosemaine...... what does it mean to be able to perform a ritual that takes days in a short time?

"The aristocracy has a lot of things the clergy doesn't have. That's all. Of course, there are some simple differences in magic power, but more than that is the availability of restorative drugs."

To my answer, Gundorf stroked the belt on his hips and the medicine holder that was being lowered there, whining, "Oh, healing pills?" Sometimes I use too much magic in lectures if I'm bad, so nobility basically has a healing pill.

The priests of the Temple don't get lectures from the House of Lords, so they can't make their own recovery pills. Just wait to recover naturally. This difference is huge.

My recovery pills are made by the Cleric Chief, so they are completely different in potency from the recovery pills I learn in the House of Lords, but I don't need to say that. The point is, unlike clerics who wait for natural recovery, it is only good to know that nobility has the means to recover.

"I mean, Master Rosemaine is a lord candidate, so he has a lot of magic and healing pills. There is no need to wait for recovery over the days, or to put in alternate personnel so as not to interrupt the ritual. That's all we're talking about, right?

When Gundorf summed it up briefly, I see, the air filled the teachers like he was convinced. This is a good flow. You should keep it flowing.

"As Dr. Gundorf said, it's just special that I, the Lord's Candidate, hold the position of Temple Chief. It's nothing special at all, because regeneration of the gathering place is divine and even the celebrations can be done by the teachers,"

Beautifully put together, the moment I exhaled softly, Rufen raised his face.

"Dear Rosemaine, I have heard that you have made the artifact to be used in the ritual of regeneration, but please also explain it in detail"

"It's disrespectful to create fake artifacts!

Flaurelm pinches his mouth, but everyone is getting used to it already, and just shifting his gaze is greatly unresponsive. After I turned my gaze in the same way once, I shifted my gaze to Rufen.

"As you all know, I grew up in a temple, so all I know is what the altar gods possess: weapons and shields. Master Ferdinand easily creates both ordinary weapons and divine objects, but shamefully, I am not clever compared to Master Ferdinand. So it can only be transformed into the most used artifact."

If I had a stamp, I would also think it would be a god's object that a blue cleric could create, I would add. For ordinary aristocrats, I can't imagine divine objects because they have no edge. That's why it's hard to change Starp.

Where the teachers were convinced of my claim, Hildebrandt, who had listened quietly until then, sparkled bright purple eyes.

"Rosemaine, what kind of artifact is it? I've never seen it, so I'd like to see it."

"... Huh?

There was a sudden remark from the royal family who was supposed to be quietly watching what was going on, and the scene quieted for a moment sin. Artur gently holds Hildebrandt's shoulder and holds his mouth like Hildebrandt has gone.

"Is this the artifact that Master Rosemaine creates? If it's something you can see, I'd love to see it too."

"The spear of the Ryden shaft, made by Master Rosemayne into the fold of the lecture, was a blue and glowing beauty."

That's what Gundorf and Rufen said to fix Hildebrandt's rudeness. I look softly at Hirschühl next door. Hirshur advised me in a small voice after a few thoughts.

"Wouldn't you mind if I showed you? Some teachers are suspicious of the very word of creating divine objects. If you create the artifact, you can claim the legitimacy of Lord Rosemaine's words."

From Hirschühl's gaze, I found that it was Fraurelm who doubted my words from his head. According to the words added to whisper, by following Hildebrandt's rudeness, sell favors to the royalty, precisely to its side.

"Okay. Let me show you the artifact that deforms the starp. Given what we are going to put out here, the spears on the Rydenshaft are dangerous, so I will turn them into Fruitraine canes to be used for the ritual of reclamation of the land, but is Prince Hildebrandt still OK with that?

"Thank you. Glad to hear it, Rosemaine."

I laugh like Hildebrandt who was grated by his own rudeness.

When I also laughed back at Nicoli and Hildebrandt, I then offered my hand toward Hillsur next door. I can't stand up gracefully without your help.

After a few seconds of silence, Hirshur offers me his hand for realizing my intentions. When I stood up to look as graceful as I could, I put out a stamp.

Sturp itself is a simple thing. Unlike Wilfried, it's not elaborate. But I saw that stamp so that everyone would ride themselves out at once. Even if my expression doesn't change so much, I can see my eyes getting serious and looking at this one so I can eat in. The most intriguing person to look at this one is the Knights Commander.

With many gazes I swallowed cockroaches and breath. If you don't think of it properly in the back of your brain, Sturp won't change. It would be difficult if we failed on this occasion. And I closed my eyes lightly once, and thought of the staff of Fruitraine.

"Straitkolben"

In the next moment, in my hand was the staff of the Fruitraine as I had thought. Fine and intricate goldsmiths like small demonic stones that sloppily line long, finely decorated patterns, wrapping large green demonic stones. My magical artifacts are always full of magic. The large green demon stone was in all its swinging light.

Make a rattle noise and suddenly Immanuel rises. A ray of amazement and intoxication dwelt in the gray eyes of Immanuel, who lacked emotion. My head moves loosely as if I were drunk, I ride myself out and stare at my wand as if I were eating in.

"Fruitraine's wand......"

With a snarling, plundering Immanuel groan, I told everyone that the wand I was holding was definitely the wand of Fruitraine.

The occasion turns purposefully into a look of surprise and excitement. In the meantime, only one Hildebrand has turned his innocent sigh of admiration and admiration to me.

"You're a very beautiful thing to be a god's fixture. I've never seen it before. Thanks for hanging out with me so much, Rosemaine."

"I'll come, Prince Hildebrandt.... Leuken"

Upon Hildebrandt's satisfaction I deformed. In an instant, the wand disappears. Correct the attitude that the teachers were embarking on like a hack. Immanuel opened his eyes and, after staring at me for a while, slowly sat in his chair. And he slowly closed his eyes and murmured, "You can really make a god's fixture out of a stamp.

"Now I know better. There's a big difference between Lady Rosemaine's magic power and that of the Blue Cleric."

Feeling the air of circumstances hearing converge on Rufen's words, I held my fist in a good way on my lap.

... All right, I convinced you. Rounded up. Now we can go home!

"I'm not convinced yet," Imanuel said as he slowly opened his eyes. Until then, it is a quiet voice, a polite thing, but unlike earlier, my eyes are only glitched if I do it.

"Certainly there will be a huge difference in magic power when it comes to rituals. You will be able to shorten your time if you do it while taking medicines that only the nobles can use. But I'm not convinced when it comes to the blessings of the Dark God"

To Immanuel's words, the teachers raised their faces so that they could move their pickles and ears. The argument that was thus over is yet another resurgence. I was already in the mood to go home, and I wanted to hold my temples like a clergyman and say, "Do something extra".

"Master Rosemaine said the Bible of the Central Temple was wrong. There can be no such thing as a defect in the sacrament of the central temple entrusted to it by the first king and which has upheld it. Isn't it the Ehrenfest Scriptures that make the right addition?

Imanuel's accusations are silenced by my inability to respond. Indeed, there is the Kampe-like graffiti of the former temple chief, so there is no mistake in my scriptures being added. Though, of course, the congratulations are not added.

... Kuh! Long live the temple!

"It adds that you don't have an answer!? Mmm-hmm! Mmm-hmm! How insane!

In my heart I shouted to Flaurelm, "Because you're the previous temple chief!" Rufen stared at Fraurelm.

"Flaurelm, I need you to be a little quiet. Now that we're talking about the temple side, it's not where the House of Lords teachers pinch their mouths. You're lacking in character."

When the pointed out flaurelm said, "Mm-hmm!," he shouted again, then missed his face with a tung. I could see Hildebrandt on the front looking at me like he was harrassed.

... Well, I know you don't want to admit defects because the Bible is also a symbol of the temple chief's authority. That's crazy.

And I exhaled slowly, and laid my hand upon my cheek, and leaned my neck, and looked upon Immanuel.

"That's a very novel opinion. Does that mean that in Aerenfest, once you have added the proper congratulations, you can now grant the blessings of the Dark God?

"Well, in that sense..."

Now Immanuel gets stuck in words. In the meantime, Kuck leaked a laugh that the Knights Commander couldn't bear. I distort my mouth as the Knights Commander, who never spoke before, looks at Immanuel next door.

"Isn't the temple of Aerenfest better than the central temple if we just arrange proper congratulations and get blessings from God"

I sit side by side with the same central person, so in my head I was somehow grouping into the same group, but it didn't seem to be a very friendly relationship. The Knights chief looks at Immanuel with a challenging laugh.

"Is there a possible defect in the sacrament of the central temple that claims to be the righteous king by Scripture? So does a king chosen in such a scripture really get orthodox or something?

... Is that it? Could this Knight Commander be someone who's upset with Biblical fundamentalists?

"It is the Bible of the Central Temple that is right. I want you to be careful what you say."

"Well, how about that. Didn't the Virgin of Aerenfest say so?"

Apparently, my remarks were scattering sparks in outrageous places. The lack of Scripture resulted in the fuel being thrown down while the Kings and Scriptural fundamentalism were now scattering sparks. Now, if you ask me, now, but in my heart, I sit down to the Chief Cleric.

... I'm sorry, Chief Cleric! It could have been a big deal! But I'm not that bad. You were the first to say that you got the blessing of the Dark God, because you can't lie in the presence of a celebration, and there's nothing missing in our scripture!

Watching the Knights Commander and Immanuel stare at each other, thinking of an excuse to the Clerical Chief, Gundorf said, "Why don't you both calm down a little?," he called out. He was arbitrated by his grandfather and teacher with a soft smile, and the two turned forward when they shut their mouths. In other words, it is mine.

Immanuel stared at me with all his words, and the chief of the knights saw me with funny eyes, and I wanted to flee immediately. Gundorf strokes his moustache lightly as he compares me to those two.

"Hmm, isn't this a good place to bring in the central temple and Aerenfest, both scriptures, and compare them? We can't tell which one of us is right if we haven't seen either of the scriptures without being associated with the temple."

I have brought the arbitration before the building, but Gundorf's eyes rather want to actually look at the Bible, it is. I think the research soul just caught fire. He seemed uninterested in biblical fundamentalism, in the legitimacy of the king, and in my statement.

"That's a good idea, Dr. Gundorf. If you put the two scriptures side by side, you can certainly tell which one is right."

Hirshur standing next to me sparkled his eyes in favor of Gundorf. Interesting, I can tell from the voices that I played what I consider to be. This is a temple side story, so I want the Mad Scientists to keep their mouths shut for a moment without saying anything extra.

Because that suggestion is very bad. There are strange magic formations and letters in our scriptures. To pretend you can't see, the clergyman told me, but it's going to give me a strange borough, and if anyone else sees it, it's going to be a challenge to the king now. What to do.

"It's hard to bring up the Aerenfest scriptures. Isn't that what they put in each temple? If it's a copy, I can bring it up."

"Oh?... well. Then you should thoroughly find out if the Aerenfest scripture is an added one. Rosemayne's reaction right now is like there's something behind it!

"Ugh, there's nothing backwards!

As soon as he disputed Flaurelm's voice, Immanuel glanced at Guillari.

"It sounds better to bring each other's temple chief scriptures and compare them. Let's ask the temple chief."

Although his expression has hardly changed, Immanuel has become motivated. Very bad. This is undoubtedly becoming a development that pisses off the clergyman. That's all I know. We have to avoid it somehow. If I don't end up in peace without bringing the scriptures here, there's a good chance my reading time will be reduced.

... er, how about here saying, "We can't bring up our Bible, so let's make sure you're right even if there's no celebration on it"?... No. It makes me feel like I'm selling more fights, so it's a trend they tell me to definitely bring it. Oh! Good idea, good idea, come out!

While I was desperately thinking, Rufen opened his mouth, thinking a little.

"The Sacred Scriptures of the Central Temple will be brought to the House of Lords with the Temple Chief during the ritual of star knots and royal revelations. It won't mean you can't get it out of your territory at all."

You're right.

... No, no, he said if I could bring it up, I'd be in trouble. I'm going to be pissed off at the sheriff.

Think of a means to avoid it, but it doesn't come to mind right away. While we think of it as a guru, the discussion goes on and on.

... Wait a minute. Because I think about something now.

But, ruthlessly, while I was desperate to think about it, it seemed that a Biblical Verification Conference had been scheduled. "See you later," the teachers begin to take their seats.

"So, Master Rosemaine. That's what this is about, okay?

"Me, I don't have to bother comparing, it doesn't matter that the Bible of the Central Temple is right. Ladies and gentlemen, time is wasted even though you are busy…"

So before we continue to try to stop this kind of validation meeting, Flaurelm says, "There's still something behind us! scream." Hold on to such a flaurelm, Rufen grinned nicely.

"It's okay. I don't think Master Rosemaine is lying. I guess the festivities are in the scriptures more than we got the blessing of the Dark God. I just want you to prove it."

"Even if you don't prove otherwise, isn't it good that the Bible of the Central Temple is right"

I seem to be the only one who thinks I don't need to prove it, and everyone was active in validation meetings, including teachers who are inspired by their research appetite. The most aggressive is the Knights Commander, who is looking down to provoke Immanuel.

"Without this opportunity, we don't even know if the Bible of the Central Temple is really right. I want to do a thorough research. The king will probably want that, too. I would love to have the Lord's Candidate from Aerenfest with me."

... even if you don't want to cooperate, do you mean you don't have a problem because I order you to?

I drop my shoulders and say, "Yes, sir." It would be very different for the parents to feel that they cooperated voluntarily from this one and that orders are given reluctantly.

"So, Master Rosemaine. I ask you to bring the Bible to Lord Ferdinand, who understands both the nobility and the temple,"

... to? Master Ferdinand? Why do you suddenly have that name?

He instantly gave me an invitation to the wooden plaque, with Rufen laughing refreshingly.

"Lady Rosemayne's description of everything had Ferdinand's words and actions. I think we need to talk about the difference between black spells and congratulations. … and I would love to take this opportunity to talk about Rosemayne's participation in the Knight Course."

...... the last one has nothing to do with it right!?

I should have thought it would end up rounding everyone up, but when I realized it, I was rounded up.

...... weird. This is not how it should be.

I followed the small hall half-hearted with a handed invitation.

As soon as I returned to the dorm, I was told by Vilfreet to report that it had been a situation hearing, and I explained the flow surrounded by the proximity.

"Huh? You said it was a parent call!? What the hell can I do to make that happen!? If it's not so much a matter of whether or not we can get the House of Lords to quit, there's not going to be anything like a guardian being called in."

This time it doesn't remain such a personal matter. Must be a lot harder. But I just wanted to ease everyone's shock for once, and I opened my mouth.

"... He wants to check the Ehrenfest scriptures, so even though he's a guardian, it's not his adoptive father he's called in, it's Master Ferdinand. It won't make you quit the House of Lords."

"That's not what I'm saying! It's unusual for a guardian to be called!

"That would be..."

Neither did I like to be called out. I still managed to avoid it. I just didn't think of it.

"Make sure you write a good report on your uncle. Uncle, your pursuit is tough."

"I know."

Along with the report of today's hearing of the circumstances, I was asked to send it to Aerenfest with an invitation deposited by Rufen. The call is in the morning three days later.

... Oh, my reading time is going away. I was so happy.

Thus, for the first time in Aerenfest history, I became the Lord's Candidate who received the Parent Call.