Ascendance of a Bookworm

Having successfully completed my tea party with Drevanhell, which was my greatest difficulty, I wrote a report to Aerenfest. I was told to write in a format that I would report at work, so I tried my best to show them where I could if I did. Starting with the date and time of the tea party, the list of participants, the treats each brought in and their reputation, he bulleted out the topics raised at the tea party, and wrote about the territories that were likely to come to talk to him at territorial rivalries and Lords' meetings, their contents, and the measures he could come up with.

"Now Master Ferdinand will have no complaints either."

Seeing the rather thickened report, I was soaking up the accomplished feeling as I gently shook my weakened arm with a bluff.

"Dear Rosemayne, may I present this one to Prince Hildebrandt?

I turn to the letter Brunhilde brought to me. It's a letter to ask what I can do to give you an armband. Make sure there are no mistakes in the format or in the text, and I will return the letter to Brunhilde.

"No problem. Now let me out."

"Yes, I did. Okay, I'll go."

When Brunhilde leaves, I decide to give the leaselator a bunch of reports and have them sent to Aerenfest.

"Richarda, take the book. Now that I've submitted my report, I'd like to read Guillesenmeier's book."

I finished what I was going to do, so if I wanted to do a quick read, Richarda shook her head with a sigh of relief.

"Now that you're all working on preparing for a territorial rivalry, the princess, the Lordship Candidate, will have to see how it goes and get an idea of the whole thing."

"... Me, can I leave this year?

"I want to get you out as much as possible, Ferdinand Boy said, so I think you can attend as long as this doesn't happen."

I will go to the multipurpose hall so that I may be driven away by Richarda. I want to prioritize the book but if I can, I want to immerse myself in the festive mood because I feel like preparing for an event that I know I can't attend.

I can see that in the multi-purpose hall, the civilians seem to be busy clearing up stories they scratched at the tea party and preparing for the presentation of their research at the territorial rivalry. Still, it would be more idle than usual because the knight apprentices have left a minimum number of people behind and are now going to practice Ditter.

I could see Vilfleet and Charlotte in front of the bookshelf in the multi-purpose hall. The two sides are also discussing something together.

"Brother Wilfried, Charlotte. What are you talking about?

"Oh, Rosemaine. Did you finish your report? Then I'd like to discuss the territorial rivalry, okay?

Because Wilfried raised his face and said so, I sat in the chair that Richarda had recommended to me, in an attitude of listening.

"I was talking to Charlotte, because we have three Lordship candidates this year, and I'm going to decide who's in charge for every course of knights, sidelines, and civilian, how about that? Would it be better if the system of instructions were clear?

I think a little bit of Wilfried's suggestion. Who does which job is appropriate. The answer came right away.

"Will Brother Wilfried be the knight and Charlotte, who has experience at the Tea Party, serve sideways and I will be in charge of the civilian?

"Mm-hmm. To be honest, when it comes to presenting research on civilian courses, I'm not sure. They also said they would get a civilian course next year, so there's some familiarity, right?

"Right. … the study of the eulogy has been added, and I will be best able to deal with it than Dr. Hillsur is likely to come"

I have a number of materials entrusted to me by the Chief Cleric to divert Hirschühl's interest. Although it is a different matter of whether it can be used effectively.

"Near me is the final year of the Civilian Course, and I have Hartmoot, who excelled last year, so I can almost leave it to you, but isn't Charlotte having a hard time? There are many top-ranked customers this year."

"As well as last year, after Ditter's turn, I think it's still better because I'll let the Knight Apprentice respond, and Father and Mother will come"

I have a consciousness that I'm not so good at socializing, so if I can leave it to you, I've never been over it.

After several discussions on territorial rivalries, I remembered that I had promised to lend a book to Oltween in an attempt to reach out to the bookshelf.

"Brother Wilfried, please lend the knight's story to your lord, Oltveen, and spread the Aerenfest book from there to your lord one by one. Now we've got a lot of love stories, but there 'll still be some knight stories, won't there?

He was a vilfried who was nodding when he told Adolphine what he asked me to do at a tea party with Drevanhell, but as soon as he said, "Don't forget to borrow the book in exchange," he glanced at me.

"Otherwise, isn't that for you?

"I'm lending you an expensive book, don't you need collateral"

When I answered plainly and Charlotte added, "I am asking your friend to do the same," Wilfried recognized me with an unexcused face.

... splendid pre-construction, that's what matters.

Reading a book in the multi-purpose hall, Brunhilde, who was going to give a letter to Hildebrandt, returned.

"Dear Rosemaine, Artur replied. You will interact through the proximity when it comes to the armbands. Are you sure I can handle this?

I was called in by Anastasius last year, so it's good to just move as they say, but Hildebrandt is decided to stay in the room so he doesn't have too much contact. I asked you because I wasn't sure how it would be easy to give you an armband, but I think we decided to give it to each other.

"It will be a little heavy on the Lieselator, an intermediate aristocrat, so please ask Brunhilde"

"I'll take care of it"

After a few letters went between the sides, the armbands seemed to have passed safely to Hildebrandt. About two days after I first asked you, the thank-you Ordnants flew in. Instead of the sign that I did receive it, I was supposed to deliver my own flesh voice, so without any special surprise, I receive Ordnants.

"Rosemaine, it's Hildebrandt. Your armband has arrived."

A white bird thanked Hildebrandt for his young voice and, at the same time, began to express his dissatisfaction with the status quo. If it's true, he wanted to receive an armband directly, but he was required to stay in the room so he wouldn't see the students, and he was banned from treating them with any special treatment that would invite students to the room.

"I'm so sorry that Rosemayne made me an armband, but I couldn't even go to the library, and I couldn't see the Schwartz and the others. But isn't Rosemaine quick to finish the lecture? I look forward to the beginning of the House of Lords next year."

I laughed unexpectedly when I found out that Hildebrandt was sticking around to put on all his armbands next year and be a librarian. Gently tap the Ordnants back into the yellow Demon Stone with a stamp and turn them into white birds.

"I look forward to working as a librarian with you in the House of Lords next year."

When he waved the starp, the white bird flew up with its wings wide open, flying through the wall.

"Dear Rosemaine, we are finally done!

With a proud smile, Rhoderich comes with a bunch of vegetable paper in his hand, with Haltmut. As he said, "I want you to be named with the story," Lauderich was desperate to make the story. Apparently it's done. To the arrival of a new story I raise my breasts.

"Well done, Rhoderich"

"Dear Rosemaine, praise me too"

And I laughed small, and praised Hartmoot, when he was smiled upon.

The only thing that was being imposed on Rhoderich was not just storytelling and making stones of fame. We didn't have time to graduate, and Haltmoot pulled us around to take over some work in the House of Lords that required some status. I know it was tough for Rhoderich to get knocked in, but it was also tough for Hartmoot, who was mostly sticking around and coaching Rhoderich.

"With Haltmoot's struggle, Rhoderich was able to prepare a stone dedicated to fame, or is he able to get in close and work quickly? You did a good job. Thanks, Haltmoot"

I hear that Rhoderich still doesn't even know how to make a famous stone, as he would not have made a famous offering when he was a minor, and that was also taught by Haltmoot. When I praised him, Hartmoot loosened his expression with joy.

"Now, I'd like to say quickly... but I, I'm not familiar with the name dedication. How do you do it?

And when I tilted my neck, so did Rhoderich. Is it over with getting a famous stone? Or is there some special ritual?

Richarda taught me with a bitter smile to a situation that the parties had no idea of.

"You can just accept the famous stone, but you also need to be prepared."

According to Richarda, fame dedication is not a grand ritual, but a secret one. Since the stone of fame is the very life that enables the name of the person to be engraved and the life-giving entrusted to the Lord, it seems that it is not very much about informing others about what shape it is in and how to manage it, etc.

"However, one or both of you will need to be present"

There doesn't seem to be any case of deceiving and disputing those who become lords while saying they will give their names, and they will need those who will be present to protect the lord.

"Please choose someone the princess can trust. Some of them might try to steal the princess's name."

"... there's no such person around me."

It seems that Richarda has been present in the name dedication of Justkus. At the time, there were so few people that the Chief Cleric could trust, so wary of deception, the Chief Cleric didn't quite try to get the name of Justkus.

"Who was present when Brother Eckhardt gave his name?

"That's Justkus. No one trusts you more than you do."

That's what Richarda said with a gentle shoulder clasp. In the case of Brother Eckhardt, he said his parents were present because he gave his name when he was a minor, just like Rhoderich.

"Rhoderich's parents..."

"You don't need it. Rosemayne is the last person you should trust."

That's what Rhoderich said kickingly. Seems like a family situation from Justkus that I might run wild, too, so I'll stop asking for more information.

"But you're in trouble. Who should I choose to be a witness? Is Richarda the easiest?

Richarda would follow me because I've been a witness and I know what a name dedication is like. Yeah, yeah, and as I nodded at my thoughts, Haltmoot raised his hand. My orange eyes are pointing at me so I can eat them in.

"Please nominate me, Master Rosemaine"

... I kinda hate those glitzy eyes.

But maybe I've always taught Rhoderich how to make stones, or taught him a lot of things in succession, so he's got feelings like a master watching his disciples grow. I ask Haltmoot why I want to be a witness for now.

Haltmoot said soberly with a refreshing smile.

"Because I want to burn the precious occasion that Rosemaine will give her name for the first time in this eye."

... I don't think about Rhoderich at all, it was the reason I didn't care more than I expected!

"The witness asks Richarda"

When I said so, Haltmoot began to think seriously, inadvertently and seriously, after becoming a shocked face.

"I can't help but be rejected here. I can't be present as a witness, so I just have to dedicate my name and see the ritual of dedication as a party..."

In the case of Haltmoot, I'm afraid I can predict that he will give his name just because he really wants to see it dedicated. If Haltmoot's name was dedicated, there might be more applause for what he looks like a fanatic than he is now.

"... ok. Let Haltmoot also be a witness. Richarda, take a good look at Haltmut"

"Yes, ma'am. Now prepare a room and dedicate your name."

I am waiting in a multi-purpose hall while Richarda and Haltmut and Roderich prepare. Eventually, Brother Cornelius laughed as he teased when he saw me pushed off by Haltmoot and pointed at my lips.

"Why don't you just take Haltmoot's name and give him an order to restrict his actions? It might make you feel better."

"I don't want to do that."

Brother Cornelius changed his expression to something more serious when I showed him the swell.

"I know. That's why Roderich tried to give his name, and others are paying attention to it."

Brother Cornelius showed the children of the old Veronicans in the multi-purpose hall with only his gaze. He swallows his spit and watches how the treatment of Rhoderich, who gave his name, changes.

"The House of Lords is now well surrounded by Dear Wilfried, Rosemayne and Charlotte making up for each other's poor hands, not even factional feuds over the Lord's throne. Your grades have improved and you are now attracting attention from other areas. It's not comparable to before."

My skin can tell that Aerenfest's position is soaring, Brother Cornelius said. Before we go to school, even more so, it's so real that we become classmates who are experiencing a change in the children's room.

"Lady Charlotte may soon be dowry in other realms, but Lady Wilfried and Lady Rosemayne are engaged. It's clear to everyone here that the next generation of Aerenfest is going around by you two."

Then to whom should I put it? What will happen to your relationship with your parents and family? The children of the old Veronicans think desperately.

"If we work together in this way and spend more time together, we will also change our minds from before. Hopefully, they'll have a bright future too. The parent generation is still on alert, but doesn't it need to eliminate all of the old Veronicans? And that's what I've come to think."

"Brother Cornelius, you've grown somewhat."

When I groaned smugly, Brother Cornelius looked at me reluctantly.

"Master Rosemaine, grow up. I would especially like you to improve your attitude toward the book."

"Okay. I will do my utmost to ensure reading time so that I can like the book more."

"No! The other way around!

Brother Cornelius just gave me a good scratch of the cut, and Richarda came to get it. Looks like we're ready.

I let the escort knight stand in front of the door, and enter through the door that the reseller opened for me. Inside the room stands Haltmut on the right, and Rhoderich is kneeling and waiting.

As I walked forward on my feet, told Richarda to stand in front of Rhoderich and wait, I heard Richarda let the others out and shut the door firmly.

I stood before Rhoderich. Brown hair close to the orange is in a lower position than my gaze. I saw scorched tea eyes that I could see in my slightly nervous look as Rhoderich raised his face a little.

In its hands was a metal circular box that seemed to contain new stories and famous stones that Rhoderich had worked so hard to write. It's the size of a box that feels like it's even in an engagement ring, with a white demon stone on the top of the box.

Richarda walks in and stands next to Hartmoot. And smiled to ease the tension.

"Okay, let's get started. It's not difficult. Since fame is not a ritual as you swear to God, but to those whom you have ordained to be the Lord, you should only swear to the princess in your own words."

Rhoderich nods cocklessly. Richarda, who saw it, also nodded one, then turned his gaze to me.

"Once the princess has ascertained that the name of Rhoderich is definitely inscribed on the stone dedicated, please put on the lid and register the magic. All you have to do is dye the demonic stone on the top of the lid with the magic of the princess. Still, no one else will be able to touch the stones of Rhodelich."

Again in my head I rebelled against Richarda's explanation for what I should have done.

… confirm the name, once the lid is tightened, register the magic. All right, it's okay.

Scorched tea eyes stare up at me confirming the procedure. I nodded one.

His eyes lay down and his neck drooped as Rhoderich breathed slowly and loudly once. And once you put the bundle of paper you held dear and the jewelry box in front of you, cross your hands in front of your chest.

"I, Lauderich, as the faithful servant of Lord Rosemayne, hereby swear to devote my life as a civilian who writes and devotes stories, and as a testament to that, I dedicate a new story and my name. My name is always with you. My life is for you."

Having said the words of his vows, Rhoderich reaches out to the box he had placed before him. The lid was opened with a polite hand and the stone was placed back on top of a bunch of paper after being made visible.

Then, hold the bundle of paper with both hands and slowly raise it up. Raised higher than the head of the kneeling Rhoderich himself, they came just before my eyes.

I reach out to the box that is on the bundle of paper. Inside the metal box was a clear stone graded with beautiful yellow and red as if it were a bi-colored gem. Shaped like an overcut, the name of Rhoderich is engraved in the stone with a golden swinging flame.

With the stone of fame in my hand, which I know very well that Lauderich created with his full magic, I felt my breasts getting hot.

And verified my name, and I put stones back in the ark, and put lids on them. And then touch the white demon stone at the top of the lid, as they said.

The moment I poured in the magic, Rhoderich said, "Ugh!?" and screamed bitterly. A bundle of buckwheat and paper fell, and Roderich squatted (groaning) on the spot as he pressed his chest.

"Rhoderich!?

When I opened my eyes and let go of my hand from the box, Richarda said with a quiet eye, "Princess, carry on," as she controlled the hartmoot next door.

"You tie your name with the magic of others. It has some impact, but that's until we're done sealing it. Don't twitch and flush for Rhoderich to finish it all at once."

It seems resistant to be tied with the magic of others, just as there is resistance to dyeing the demonic stones of organisms. Don't prolong the painful time, and I will pour magic into you at once.

"Guh!"

The next moment Roderich screamed like he was going to suffer again, the white demon stone at the top of the box glowed. A line full of white magic starts running on the box like a thin mesh. At the same time, the box began to reshape on its own. It keeps getting smaller and smaller, and the white mesh keeps covering its surroundings. Ultimately, it was shaped along a stone of perfect and famous devotion, and became like a white cocoon.

... I know this. Same as the Chief Cleric has.

I think it was in the jalajara of demonic stones and medicine holders that were lowering to my hips. When I imitated the chief priest and put him in a metal cage containing the demonic stones of the horseman, I reached out to Lauderich, who slowly awakened his body. Rhoderich looked up and laughed before I could reach him.

"... it's all right now, Master Rosemayne"

Rhoderich wipes the sweat that was floating on his forehead and exhales slowly. The agony really seemed to have gone away, lifting up again the bundle of paper that I had dropped, and offered it to me.

"Please give it to me"

And I received it, and rolled it in paralysis.

"We are talking about a treasure stealing ditter in which civilian and knight apprentices work together in the House of Lords for victory. I wanted to write a story that wasn't a knight story, it wasn't a love story."

If you think about it in a Reina-era novel, does it feel like a youth story about the bloodthirsty sports boys? I loosen my cheeks at the birth of a new story.

"Roderich, your name and story, I did receive it. I hereby swear that I will strive to be good to you."

I put out a stamp, and touched lightly on the shoulder of Rhoderich kneeling, as I did against the knight to whom the sword was offered.