Ascendance of a Bookworm

"What call was Master Ferdinand?

Looks like the Cleric Chief was back that night he was called in. The next day, lectures are normally given. I asked him what had happened at the Lords' Conference and he said, "Nothing. It's over now," he briefly returned.

But he's in a tougher mood than usual, and Merhior looks subtly frightened. Wilfried, who is lectured with me, also has a strong face, and I found myself asking about the clergyman's complexion from time to time.

Finish a very nervous lecture and have lunch. My uncle kept an eye on the clergyman and asked me the same question.

"Ferdinand, what was the matter with the Lords' Conference?

"... it's over now"

"If it's really over, you should look like that. Do you have any concerns?

I opened my mouth after the clergyman, who told me to speak quickly, exhaled one.

"Arlensbach has asked me to come to the son-in-law of a near-adult lord candidate,"

"Huh? You mean Dear Dietrinde's son-in-law?

"Wouldn't there be anyone else?

The chief priest gave me a cold look, and I shut my mouth. Exactly. There must have been only two Lordship candidates in Arlensbach, one of whom was Dietrinde and the other a young girl who had not even entered the House of Lords yet: Retizia.

"I had an offer from Arlensbach, but I already said no. That there will now be no adult lord candidates when I get out of Aerenfest. That I am the guardian of Rosemaine. In the daughters of senior and intermediate aristocracy, not to be matched by lord candidates acting as lords. Veronica's relationship with me has many reasons."

Apparently my adoptive father struggled against the Lord and his wife in Arlensbach and refused. Still, he suspected that by remaining in the position of temple, he was being pushed into the temple with certainty with Veronica and was being treated unfairly and unfairly.

"He said that Georgine wanted to hear the answer from his own mouth. I was wondering if he would prefer to be the spouse of Ahrensbach's next Aub rather than being placed in an unintentional position at Aerenfest."

So the chief cleric was summoned, and he was asked what his intentions were. That's where the clergyman himself said no.

"So I thought you said it was over"

Then, a few more days later, the Chief Cleric was called again. Now it seems to be the king's call. It's tough from next to next, and I'll drop off the chief cleric. "Absolutely," the chief cleric said in a troublesome manner, turning to the House of Lords in a transfer formation.

"... that's a long time this time. What happened?

It has already been two days since the Chief Cleric was summoned, but the Chief Cleric will not come back. For this reason, the preview of the Lordship Candidate is closed, and I am made to embroider the bridesmaid training in addition to the fesh peel archery. To be honest, I'd rather have a preview of my skills than embroidery.

"Can't you tell your uncle?

"Master Bonifatius is acting for the Lord."

We don't have time for that, Richarda said. Now that the key civilians are going to the Lords' Conference, they say it's hard to do so in small numbers.

"Then I will help my uncle..."

"The princess now looks just like Master Zilvester, who tries to escape study and executive duty. My eyes don't deceive me."

... I'm finding out.

There's no way you can delude Richarda's eyes, who has caught him if he gets away, so as not to let his adoptive father, who has long been an escape habit. Let's give up deluding and ask for a positive offense.

"Richarda, I, I would rather read the book than embroidery. It doesn't have to be a book for fun. I want a preview of the House of Lords next year. Let me read the book."

"Lady Rosemaine needs a preview because she will be absent from the House of Lords during the service ceremony. Because they take both civilian courses and lord candidates."

Filine and Roderich in the copy of the book borrowed supported her, but Richarda shook her head with a stern face.

"Isn't the preview of the classroom in the Civilian Course long over in the House of Lords? Besides, I'm off until Ferdinand Boy returns when it comes to studying Lordship candidates. What are you studying?

That is what Richarda told me, who also holds a firm grip on the trend in the House of Lords, and I continued the embroidery with my shoulders dropped.

My uncle is with me for dinner. I guess it's because the Cleric Chief is gone and the Deacon presses him over one shoulder, he looks tired.

"Dear uncle, it must be hard on your own because even Master Ferdinand has been called to the Lords' Council, isn't it? I can help you if you want."

"No, don't worry. I'm fine."

My uncle, who said he couldn't worry about his grandson, looked up like he was hacked.

"... yeah? Wait, wait, wait. Is Rosemayne going to help?"

"Yes, I help Ferdinand in the temple, and I helped my adoptive father in the winter, so I think I can help my uncle in a little bit"

"Rosemaine, who, in the winter, was helping your father?

Wilfried looked at me as surprised. Since I was sent back earlier than the time when the service ceremony began, I will explain that during the period leading up to the service ceremony I had avoided the nobility who would ask me about Haldenzel's ritual and helped my adoptive father.

"I will also help Master Bonifatius. I wonder if Rosemayne will take all the next Lord's work as it is."

"I won't take it, that kind of thing"

Instead, I don't mind you taking more and more. What I want is a book, not a job. It's reading time. I hope you don't get me wrong there.

Even if you add up to Wilfried's education when the numbers are small, your uncle may have a hard time. When I looked at my uncle, he nodded, "Well, okay."

"If you're going to be the next lord, Vilfleet better learn to do more and more work. I was quick to lose my father, because Zilvester was struggling."

My uncle cleverly hid the word because my adoptive father had been running around until then.

Since Vilfleet is motivated, it is also a decision to help Vilfleet's civilian by putting it together. My uncle promised me that some of the adult clerks would work it out.

"My uncle is called a knight apprentice, he's called us, and it's nice to have no hesitation at all in raising your successor even though you're going through a lot of trouble. Master Ferdinand is the one who cuts off the unusable, so we compare them."

The chief clergyman is now starting to look at raising his successors little by little, dividing the work of the temple into Kanfel and Fritark and others, but still tends to hold the work in his arms when he does it faster on his own. I don't think I would ever teach a job to a child who is likely to get in the way when he is as small and busy as his uncle.

"Right. Nice."

My uncle was happy to say so, and Merhior raised his hand bah.

"Dear Bonifatius, I want to do it with you"

"I know you want to do things with your brother and sister, but I can't help you with Melchior."

"... I want to be with my brother and sister."

I guess I know I can only get my feet together myself. Melchior slumps his shoulders to Charlotte's words. Charlotte, who was watching how it went, exhaled as if she had no choice.

"Dear Bonifatius, sister. Is it good enough to study in the corner of the office? Because it has me on it to keep Melchior out of the way."

Now that you don't have a father or mother, you're going to feel extra lonely, Charlotte smiles. I thought the face was very similar to that of my adoptive mother and she was a parent and child.

From the next day on, I was to help my uncle. I study each in the morning and help in the afternoon. When I had an audition for the festive dance with Fesspiel, I immediately turned to help my uncle. There will be more children in the afternoon and it is going to be tough, so to keep the work as divided as possible in the morning.

"This is Brother Wilfried and the clerks, this is near me, this is impossible unless you are my uncle."

"Does Rosemayne even know to what extent a vilfried civilian can do this?

"No, just the apprentices I was with in the House of Lords. If I'm going to be left with a little more to look at today, I'll take care of it."

I wasn't sure how much work Vilfleet's civilian could be entrusted to, so my proximity has the most to carry in. But I thought about working in the temple and held it in, so it should be over in time.

Once each Lordship candidate had completed the rough work assignment, I divided the work I had carried into for my side use.

"Rhoderich, Philine, Philine, Rhoderich, Darmuel......"

"Wait a minute, Rosemaine. Didn't you get the names of those who aren't civilians now?

"Huh? My knights do civilian work in the temple, except Angelica, so no problem.... Maybe there's a problem in the castle?

Darmuel is not the only one. Brother Cornelius, Leonore and Eudit are both driven out to help the Chief Cleric when they come to the Temple as escort knights.

My uncle made a difficult face in my explanation.

"Uhm...... There is no precedent for using a knight as a civilian, but if it is only for the duration of a Lords' meeting, it is not a problem. It's only a small number of people."

If I can use it, I can see that the flexible answer returns and my fondness for my uncle grows.

"I'm glad I could work with my uncle."

We will all be working in the afternoon. But there is no way that my uncle, Vilfried, Charlotte, Melhior, me, and everyone close to each side will be allowed into my adoptive father's office. We moved the place to the conference room, where we were supposed to do our errands.

Melchior is practicing calculations and Charlotte is watching how it goes, but he does not hesitate to give work to Charlotte and Melchior's side.

"If Melhior's side does a good job, then Melhior will find himself useless. Do it tight."

For the Lord I serve, my uncle told me, and the side of Charlotte and Merhior also began to work. The Vilfleet civilians are in the process of doing their job under the direction of their uncles.

"Shall we begin?"

"... do you do civilian work in the castle as well as in the temple?

Cornelius blurs that the other escort knights are attached behind the Lordship Candidate, just like Angelica, or even though they guard the door.

"Only while there aren't enough people in the Lords' Council, Cornelius. You said Master Bonifatius wouldn't mind."

It was obviously a lot of work just for me, but the escort knight is also used to being made to work in the temple on top of his desk, so it's quicker than any other Lords candidate civilian.

"It's over, Master Rosemaine. Please confirm."

"Is this okay because I'm going to calculate it this way?

"This part...... I feel a little strange about the money flow here. I think you should check it out."

Darmuel discovered a seemingly embezzling flow of money along the way, but the evidence consolidation and so on came after the adoptive fathers returned.

When the 5 bells ring, the side servants take some afternoon rest with the tea and treats they have brought in.

"My brother and sister are amazing. I want to be able to help you soon, too."

Melchior looked at me with a look of respect as he ate the sweets. I feel comfortable with the admirable look from my brother. I have to stick around and work on this tomorrow.

"Ferdinand's got a lot of work to do in the temple, isn't he? Honestly, I didn't think a knight would do this much civilian work."

Wilfried and Charlotte also nodded at his uncle's words.

The House of Lords also said that the quality of the civilian population is different, but the knights have never been this different.

"Dear Wilfried, because paperwork is not a knight's business"

Brother Lamprecht said, "Stop imitating Master Rosemayne and being impotent to the knight," and Brother Cornelius nodded loudly.

"I know there are a lot of good things to imitate when it comes to civilian, but all you have to do is let the knight do the knight's job"

"Civilians have to do more work from time to time."

I'm doing a little bit of printing work, says Wilfried. The printing industry, which is going to be the spindle of Aerenfest, but not so many parts of Vilfleet are still involved. This year, Hartmoot was the only level that could be offered as an aid to printing relationships within the vicinity of the Lordship candidates.

"If you're willing, you'll get more and more work turned around by Elvira, the ultimate head. Civilians involved in the printing industry have many junior ones, so he said he wanted senior or intermediate ones that could take him to the Lords' Conference. Let them work out so they can accompany you to the Lords' Conference next year."

It would be better to have more personnel next year, as the Lords' Council will also have a tough time making printed matter known in the House of Lords.

"If you can send one adult proximity to the Lords' Conference, you can see the atmosphere there. It's comforting to know that the proximity is familiar with the Lords' Council before we head there."

I look forward to the report from Haltmoot, when I say, Wilfried looked around at his side as if he had burned a confrontational mind.

"All right, I'll have you at the Lords' Conference next year."

... Ok, I got some printing talent!

After a few days, I get used to the work landscape, and I get to chatting with other people I don't love during breaks. According to Brother Cornelius, Rosemaine-style magic compression increases the amount of magic and the grades of knight apprenticeships are growing much longer.

"In the meantime, Matthias is amazing, uniquely and desperately compressing and growing his grades without even knowing how to compress it"

"Matthias can entrust command on my behalf, and for an intermediate nobleman there is a lot of magic. If you're not an old Veronicans, you want someone near Rosemayne."

Because Traugot has resigned, there are no knight apprentices to be entrusted to later, Leonore says in a troubled face.

My uncle listened to Leonore with a difficult face and muttered in a low voice, "... is he the son of Gerlach".

"No matter how skilled you are and how sparingly you feel, you can't be near it without being given a name. It's too dangerous for Rosemaine."

"Dear uncle?

My uncle shook his head gently as I tilted my neck in the mouth as if he knew something.

"It means the old Veronicans are dangerous. That's right, Rosemaine-style magic compression is great. Well thought out."

My uncle praised me by stating that the adult knights also had more magic.

"Without this, the junior knight Darmuel would not have been able to continue his escort knight, etc."

Fortunately, my uncle said so as he looked at Darmuel that the slow growth period and the magic compression I taught overlapped so well that magic was rarely extended to lower knights. It was not that the growing season was slow, and my blessings seemed to have greatly influenced it, but it is only a secret between your father and me.

"Is Darmuel still growing?

"No, I've seen little growth in the past year or two. I don't know how slow the growth period was, but it just stopped already. Of course, just because the vessel has stopped growing, Rosemaine-style magic compression can continue to add some magic, and working out how to fight should increase your skill."

Apparently Darmuel's magic stopped down from among the intermediate nobles. Still, given Darmuel's original magic powers, it seems to have grown a lot.

"No more dramatic stretches, but still, does Rosemaine still use Dermuel as his escort knight?

As for strength, my uncle says it's time to hit him in the head. I nodded softly as I saw Darmuel holding a tighter fist.

"Dear uncle, Darmuel's strength is not just magic. Without Darmuel, my proximity would not have come together well. From now on, I will not remove Darmuel from my escort knight."

"Right. Then let's continue to work out with Bishibashi."

It is in person that Darmuel draws his face, but if he does not get it to work out. I know it's hard, but I want you to do your best. When Darmuel, who knows many of my secrets, is removed from the escort knight, he must worry about his mouth sealing by his guardians. I don't want to worry about that.

"Dear uncle, do not just darmuel, but also the knight apprentices work out Bishibashi. I'm starting to get a little bit of collaboration, but I didn't seem to know much about the contribution yet."

I take the example of Eudit when the fish was dismantled, and my uncle says, "I see. A review of the educational curriculum is imperative," Ni looked around at the cavalier apprentices who were on the spot as she raised the edge of her lips.

"What are some memories of your uncle's House of Lords?

Other days I asked about the memories of the House of Lords. The coup makes a big difference between the chief clergyman and us. If I had been as old away as my uncle, there would have been many more differences.

I talked about an old journal of a librarian I borrowed from Solange and asked for a memorable story of my uncle, stating that the old and present were much different.

"Even if they say it's a memory of the House of Lords... all I have is memories of you running for Treasure Stealing Ditter"

Once the civilians learn the recovery pills, they desperately make the recovery pills and make the magic equipment Ditter needs. The side servants were busy with information warfare, and they sometimes jumped around on horseback to replenish the knights with magic equipment and restorative drugs.

I thought your uncle was the type to pop up the most in treasure stealing ditters, and since he is a lord candidate, he was dedicated to commanding and moving people in territorial rivalries.

"Of course, in a place that prides itself on individual martial arts, I let it go wild."

They were friends with Dunkelferger and the senior nobility of Berkestok, which is no longer there. They've been hunting before.

Speaking of which, you once broke a temple on the edge of the House of Lords in the middle of a treasure theft ditter.

"Isn't that a no! Could it be that twenty wonders over here in the House of Lords that there were bad students who were all pranking at the temple that had conjured God is the story of your uncle?

"It's not me. There's only one thing I broke, and I immediately declared it. It should have been repaired by now."

You can't break the temple of God, and when you look at your uncle, he waves and denies it like he's in a panic.

"What's that story? Never heard of it."

I will tell you one of the twenty wonders my uncle heard from Solange. Melchior and Charlotte were also listening with interest.

"Nevertheless, has your uncle not confirmed that it should have been repaired?

"Once you graduate, you have little chance of entering the House of Lords. It's not my fault."

When I was convinced "I see" by my uncle's words, Richarda laughed couscous, who would put in a tea substitute.

"You mustn't delude yourself like that. Didn't Bonifatius go to the annual Lords' Conference with his predecessor Aub's escort knights during his Knights' reign"

"Richarda!"

He was exposed to Richarda, who knew the same old days at the same age, and his uncle turned out to be the bad face of the bunch.

"Then, on behalf of your uncle, I'll see to it next time. Where are you from?

"I can't see it buried in the snow in winter. It's a place we wouldn't know if it wasn't time for the Lords' Conference where the snow was gone."

I mean, it seems hard to find when I go to the House of Lords. Too bad. Finally, I also asked him if he knew anything about the library's unopened library.

"You have no idea what a library they call it without opening it. The library is where the clerks go to get the materials they need, and I didn't go there myself."

My uncle seemed to be an ordinary lord candidate unexpectedly.

"Didn't Bonifatius use the library less, unlike the princess?"

"Richarda!"

My uncle keeps quiet. Its obstinate face looked a little cute, and everyone who was listening laughed. It seems difficult to tell old stories when those who know the past are nearby.

As we spent every day like that, the Lords' Conference seemed to be over.

Reports came in that Mr. and Mrs. Aub's side service had returned and they had begun to prepare to welcome the Lord.

During the period of the Lords' Council, I was worried that the Cleric Chief had not returned, so I would pick him up between the transfer formations. Of course, Wilfried, Charlotte and Merhior, who are looking forward to having their parents back.

"Father, Mother!

Melchior's bounced voice rises. Waiting with a groan, the Aubs returned. My adoptive mother has the same smile as usual, but my adoptive father has a face close to a faceless face with little grin.

After my greeting, I approached my adoptive father.

"Is something wrong?

"Speak at the debrief"

After an unsolicited and concise answer, "Damn, that idiot," I heard a small curse along with a tongue slap.

"Dear Gilvester,"

When the adoptive mother speaks out so that she can resist, the adoptive father exhales one breath and smiles at the children, urging them to leave the room.

"I'm going to keep coming back. We're leaving here."

The transfer team glowed at such a time that my adoptive father had expected me to say so. It was the clergyman who came back.

"Welcome back, Master Ferdinand"

"Oh, I'm back now"

The chief cleric who said so was a brilliant making smile like I've never seen before.