Ascendance of a Bookworm

Finish your delightful meal and we will return to the temple.

"Chief Cleric, it must be hard going to Arlensbach at the end of winter with too much snow, isn't it? I don't think I can carry my luggage in the carriage, but how do you travel?

Only the Cleric Chiefs can drive the sky in a straight line with a horseback. But there's nothing I can do about a lot of luggage.

"To some extent, the other side should be in order. Lamprecht and Elvira would have been in order even during Aurelia? This time it was convenient for Arlensbach to get married without keeping the engagement period busy. He asks Aub to arrive before it snows, especially when it comes to items that are not valuable, such as costumes and stationery, from spring to summer. I'll head off lightly after graduation and ask them to send me extra baggage when the snow breaks down."

The luggage to be sent for the second time is of many kinds of valuables, and it should be managed by itself while on its way. But waiting for the snow to break, and then moving toward Arlensbach, will not be ready for marriage at all by the next Lords' Conference.

"... shall I take the Lesser Bus to the Boundary Gate?

"Time and in some cases you may have to ask for it. If you carry it, at least there's less risk of something strange getting mixed up in your valuables and food relationship."

That's how the clergyman shrugged as he stared in one direction of Arlensbach.

"Temple Chief, Cleric Chief"

"I've been expecting you back"

I could also hear the carriage saying that in a slightly relieved voice the gatekeeper of the temple who opened the gate for the carriage to pass by. I stare at the carriage door with a strange heartbeat.

"Did something happen in the temple?

"What do you mean?

"I don't usually get a voice like this. I was wondering if something could have happened that we couldn't have reported without."

Hmm, and the chief cleric slaps his temples lightly.

"If the gray clerics, the gatekeepers, knew, there would be a report immediately from the side service entrusted to the orphanage. Go back to your room and wait. Don't open the carriage door by mistake and ask the gray clerics directly."

"Yes."

I thought I'd do it, but they stabbed me in the nail first. I was about to embark on my own, and I sit back with my spine right.

As the carriage stopped at the front entrance through the gate, I saw Nicola waiting for me, who had stayed with the clergyman's side service.

"Welcome back, Master Rosemaine"

Side by side Frans who seem busy unloading their luggage, such as dishes and Rosina's instruments, I get out of the carriage and start walking with Nicolas towards my room. By the time we get to the room, the francs who unloaded our bags will be chasing us.

"Nicola, you must have had a tough time getting ready to pick me up by yourself, right?

"No, it doesn't. Ella is preparing sweets for us yesterday, so the greeting is enough to boil water and prepare tea. It was harder to carry God's grace to the orphanage."

As I went back to my room, I asked how Nicolas was doing while I was away. Hugo and Ella are off today because we know we're going to be wandering over at an Italian restaurant. I was supposed to have it made and set aside during yesterday.

"Monica and the others are absent, so Gil and Fritz also helped us with lunch and delivered it to the orphanage early. And I've been eating with the adults in the orphanage."

Several children were added to the orphanage before a harsh winter. Nicola has apparently spent some time in the orphanage listening to how it went from Burma and Delia and helping to prepare under the orphanage's dinner making.

"Has anything changed between orphanages or gray clerics?

"Speaking of which, Rarely today was Lord Egmont's side service coming to the orphanage. The first thing I wanted to do was talk to Vilma about it, because I'm going to put in a new service."

In the words Egmont and the new side service, my head immediately drew one conclusion.

"... Did you get the side service pregnant again?

I have no good impression at all of the blue cleric Egmont who vandalizes the Temple Library or impregnates Lily and throws her out to the orphanage while she sleeps in Jurevé. You must have found my voice pointy. Nicola hastily adds.

"It's not like that. It was hoped to include one cleric who could do paperwork because Haltmoot's new clergyman has more than doubled his service volume."

"Really?"

Apparently, I didn't get you pregnant with flank service. Most importantly, they're going to make the work they can assign serious. Maybe you should fix Egmont's rating a little upward.

"He seems to be thinking about making the consultation to put in a new dimension of service between the current and the new chief clergy."

Sure, it may seem confusing now that they both work for the clergyman in the takeover period. But in retrospect, you can ask either one of us for a job.

"As a blue cleric I don't have a good impression of, Egmont has already been eyed by Haltmoot, so I think it's easier to get my hopes right now by applying to the Cleric Chief."

"Okay. I'll tell Lord Egmont what to do."

Holy Virgin praise of Haltmut knows no place to stay. "Master Haltmoot is a bit daunting, but he's not wrong, so it's hard to correct," Nicolas laughs Couscous.

"How was Gill or Fritz spending his time?

"They were both rushing to finish their meals with the gray clerics at the orphanage. If you don't finish by the winter social world, the workshop seems very busy right now."

It is time to last-minute to be shown some books in the House of Lords. Apparently, the two working in the workshop chose to finish their lunch early in the orphanage rather than go back to the temple chief's office for lunch.

"Please don't tell me that Fran will notice that you ate while carrying lunch to the orphanage."

Because there is a proper Lord's room, he scolds Fran that eating there is naturally a side service, and behaving as a side service is more important than shortening time. The air crept in when Nicolas said that.

"I hear you, Nicolas"

"Yikes!

Nicolas and I jumped up and looked back, Fran holding the crate chilled, Darmuel holding her mouth and laughing small.

"Damn, because as soon as you look away, you disrupt your life. Don't be too careful, Master Rosemaine. The Lord's behavior, which is not good, strongly affects those below."

It seems that my fault for trying to disrupt my life in order to start reading efficiently is that the side servants prioritize efficiency and neglect my life. I didn't know that.

I walk into the private room that Nicolas opened for me, clapping my shoulders because of the bad bumps. The moment I went in, I felt like I smelled fluffy and sweet.

"Hmm?"

Unexpectedly stop and look around the room. But nothing in particular has changed. I don't even feel the sweet smell anymore.

"Dear Rosemayne, what has happened to you?

"... No, it's my fault, I'm sure"

When I shook my head, I let Monica and Nicola change their clothes. Then, the side servants who were out give permission to go back to their rooms to change from outdoor clothes to cleric clothes.

While everyone was dressed, I slowly looked around at my room, sipping the tea I had put in Nicola. Subtly uncomfortable. I can't tell you exactly what's different, but I feel like I care about something.

By analogy, it feels like a mother walked into a library in the Reino period and pulled a second book out of a pile of books stacked unconstructively and took it. If they did a lot of cleaning, you'd be in, at a glance. But I don't see any traces of someone coming in, and there's little difference in the scene. I don't know what makes it different, but I feel sick about the subtle creeps of seeing it only slightly different from the last time I used it.

... What's the difference?

"Nicolas, may I have a word?

"Yes."

"Didn't you come into my room while you were away?

When Fran, dressed in grey cleric clothes from her outdoor clothes, returned, she called Nicola and asked. Nicola tilts her neck properly so that she doesn't remember at all.

"No. I have no business going into Fran's room, and if I go into your room, please ask Gil or Fritz"

"Yes, right? Okay."

It seemed to me that Fran, who had the face of not falling into her heart, felt something very similar to her present state of mind, and I spoke out unexpectedly.

"Fran, is something wrong?

"I felt the fragrance used by women drifted slightly in my room."

Is that the same sweet scent I felt the moment I entered the room?

"I also felt a slightly sweet fragrance the moment I walked into my room. Someone could have come in while I was away. Let's unpack and see if there's anything stolen before we talk to the Chief Cleric."

"Yes, sir."

Fran went to pick up the keys and Zahm left the room to contact the clergyman. Immediately Darmuel summons the escort knights back to the castle in Ordnants. At once the temple chief's office became noisy.

"Someone might have broken in," he said?

"I can't clearly say that this is gone or that this position is different. But something's different."

I would also add the discomfort since returning and the lack of any objects that are particularly missing from the range I have been checking. By the time the chief clergyman contemplated with a difficult face, the escort knight and the clerk called in Ordonanz had also come with a horseman.

"Dear Rosemaine,"

In the midst of explaining to the clergyman, Monica comes close and speaks modestly.

"Vilma wants to see you urgently"

"Don't you mean the gatekeeper you were wondering about? Fine, I want to talk to you. Let me in."

Nodding to the word of the chief cleric, I give permission to enter. The moment he came in, Vilma looked out for too many people and let his body stretch for a moment to the large number of men. Though I was wondering if it was ok because I am normally able to come to the temple chief's office these days, it seems scary depending on distance and number of people.

"Vilma, come here. I guess the fact that you can't wait till the time of the evening report meant something serious happened?

I led her to as many girls as possible, and I encouraged her to talk. He begins to compare me to the clergyman, who kneels next to the chair where I sit, and sits in front of me with a blue face, and begins to report.

"All the gray clerics at the lunch gatekeepers disappeared."

When the next person went to the gate at the time of the change, there was no one there. The gatekeepers are basically four where the civilians come from. And when the carriage enters, your man speaks to the gatekeeper, and the two go to open the gates for the carriage. Then one is to head to the aristocratic area to inform the visitors, the other is to guard the gates for the civilian population. Someone must be at the gate.

"Never before have the gray clerics who are gatekeepers suddenly disappeared. Then, according to the alternate gatekeeper, the gate for the carriage to pass didn't seem to close properly"

When he knew we were coming home, he went to open the gate for the carriage, and the gate wasn't closed. They were closed in a different way than usual, to be exact.

"Which means you had a passenger to use the carriage while you were away, right?

"It's a secret, too."

"You keep the four gray clerics hidden, and you have nothing to hide, right?

When I sighed as I was frightened, the chief cleric shook his head gently.

"No, until you became director of the orphanage, the words of the gray cleric in the orphanage never first reached the blue cleric. Previously, secrets would have been kept if the gatekeeper had gone."

The grey clerics can't raise their opinions until they ask questions, even if they're suspicious. An arm that does not miss the opportunity for the room to be absent and accomplishes its purpose quickly. A clever way to do things that you don't know are missing, even if you have subtle discomfort.

The former temple would not have exposed it, the chief cleric said.

"You said it was subtle discomfort too, but there was no report from Burma, and if nothing happened for a few days I would have missed and forgotten about it everyday, such as minor discomfort"

That could be it. It's uncomfortable like I think it's my fault. I would have definitely forgotten when I woke up asleep.

The clergyman becomes a difficult face as he taps his temples lightly with a ton.

"Probably the work of a nobleman who assumes no one cares where a few grey clerics have disappeared and who has just the power to be erased without a trace"

I recall the sight of the clergyman at that time when he made evidence obliteration against the sidelines of the former temple chief, with a cold sweat on his spine. Has the four gatekeepers disappeared without a trace that way?

... If the killer was here, I might have shaken my emotions off into anger.

"He must be someone who goes through with a blue cleric but doesn't know that the head of the orphanage reports to you every day. Sounds like you should find out who the blue cleric had visitors to and who saw the carriage coming into the temple right away. The killer probably thinks he bought time with a perfect cover."

To the word of the chief priest I rose up rattled and looked back at Darmuel. Are you sure you're letting me get away with this?

"Dermuel, Angelica. The two of you split up and contact the soldiers guarding the gates of Lower Town. Searching for the murderer who vandalized my room. Tell him to interview a carriage witness in Lower Town and bring him information about the carriage that entered and left the city today. I'm at the North Gate now. If you talk to Gunter, he should move fast. It will be a battle with time. Hurry up."

"Ha!"

Two people, Darmuel and Angelica, just pop out of the room. I turned my gaze to Vilma, who remained on her knees.

"Thanks for letting me know, Vilma. Have Gil contact the Commercial Alliance, Ottomar Chamber of Commerce, Gilberta Chamber of Commerce and Plantan Chamber of Commerce by reporting that there was an intruder. I want you to ask me if I have any sightings of the aristocratic carriage."

The Ottomar Chamber of Commerce in particular has a temple nearby. I might be looking at something. Vilma nods and rises again and again in my words.

"Then ask everyone in the orphanage a question. Has anyone seen the carriage coming in during the cleansing or while pumping water, or has anyone seen a gray cleric heading to the aristocratic area to contact visitors, or had any conversations? Depending on that, you can narrow down your time. I need a little information now."

"Dear Rosemayne, I'm going to the orphanage, too. It will be difficult for Vilma to listen to everyone by herself, and it is the job of the civil servants to hear these circumstances."

Filine comes forward with her own stationery. I can also see the color of worry in the eyes of the young leaves looking at what needs to be done.

"I'll leave it to you, Philine. Be sure to check to see if you're scared of dilk or contorts."

"Yes, sir."

The time and in some cases the contort may have been erased. It won't be any other HR for Filine. Filine leaves the room with Vilma, with a slightly hardened grin. Rhoderich grabbed his stationery as he was in a hurry to see it.

"Dear Rosemaine, I too..."

"No Roderich. You've never had a face in an orphanage before, so you'll just make everyone nervous. It's best left to Philine, who's used to the orphanage."

The gray clerics don't talk extra about the nobility that makes them overwhelming. Basically shut your mouth if you're not a well-identified person to see how much you're allowed to talk to and who listens to you. There's no point in Rhoderich going.

"Ah..."

Haltmut takes his own stationery as he says so small and looks at the blue Rhoderich.

"So didn't I tell you? Neither the orphanage, nor the workshop, nor the merchants of Lower Town, can be useful without familiarity with every part of the temple, because everything is Rosemayne's hands and feet," he said.

"What does Haltmoot do?

Haltmoot laughed at Rhoderich's question as if he was good at it.

"It's also possible to listen in an orphanage, but let me do what I can only do. Because I need a title" Chief Cleric "to call the Blue Cleric and listen to him."

The blue clergy can be summoned, as Haltmoot put it, by the chief clergyman or the temple chief. It takes a while to get here even if I call you, and I try to relax and talk to you. Hartmoot, a noble and brilliant civil servant, is keen to hear from the Blue Cleric.

"I'm counting on you, Haltmoot"

"I'll take care of it. Dear Ferdinand, Regards, Rosemayne, I still don't know how far down town Rosemayne's influence will go."

The chief cleric looked at Haltmoot's words reluctantly.

"I feel pressed for the most troublesome job, but I get it. Feel free to use the room and the side service."

"I'm afraid so. Let's go, Rotal."

The chief cleric speaks to one of the side servants he was bringing in, and Haltmoot leaves the room. I turned my gaze to Fran.

"Fran, let's find out exactly what's changed in this room. They had a purpose they wanted to accomplish by turning off the gray clerics. There must have been signs of a break-in in Fran's room, too, right? Anything missing or repositioned?

"What's in my room that nobles need more..."

Thurm raises his hand to stop Fran from saying so.

"Aim isn't the key to opening the lock safe? That's about all the important stuff that the leading flan manages. In other words, we know that there is a good chance that the object in the place where it must be locked has been targeted."

"Dear Rosemaine, I checked earlier, but now let's focus again on where the locks are"

When Monica raised her face and looked up at Fran, Fran immediately went to his room to pick up the keys and bring the locked box.

Absolutely find it, the exhilaration fills my chest. When I stood up to check the bookcase again, the Chief Cleric stopped me from "waiting".

"Rosemaine, leave the confirmation of what is visible to you to your side, and you will find out what you do not know with your eyes."

"Where is it that you can't see with your eyes?

I didn't know what it meant, and when I tilted my neck, the clergyman slowly moved his hand.

"If the intruder is noble, it's not that he was robbed of something, it's that he's also in danger of being planted with dangerous magic equipment. Find out."

I assumed on my own that intruder = thief. I didn't have the idea that I was being planted with dangerous magic equipment. From what I've seen, there shouldn't have been any reduced or increased objects in this room.

"Um, Chief Cleric. How do you find out about magic equipment?

"You spread your magic thin and thin. If you had magic equipment filled with magic other than your own, would you be able to sense it as a heterogeneous object?

It seems to be similar to sensing the magic power of another person in the material. Then I know how to do it.

"Some magic tools are activated when a certain amount of magic is detected, so that very little magic is really diluted with water so that it is thin and spreads thinly"

Brother Cornelius, of course, listens to the attention of the Chief Cleric as my proximity blinks.

"Master Ferdinand often knows how to use such magic. You don't get to look carefully at whether or not someone else's magic tricks are in your everyday life."

"It was necessary on a daily basis," the chief clergyman murmured, looking down on the sides chilly. I cannot hide my sigh, knowing immediately by whose hand the living environment in which one must always be vigilant for the magic of others is made.

"Now, please stand by your walls, all of you."

The magic of everyone here can also be a heterogeneous thing, so I want you to consolidate it as much as possible and stay out of the way.

When the proximity stood on the wall, I took a deep breath and spread the magic as thinly as possible. As the clergyman told me, I will probe one side of the floor by lowering the concentration to dilute the magic power with water.

I felt magic that was not my thing from Brother Eckhardt and Justkus standing behind the proximity and clergyman who stood solidified at the wall. It feels subtly rebellious, even if it is thinly spread.

Strangely enough, I feel little rebellion to the magical powers of the clergyman while sitting in the chair across the street. Could it be because I am too accustomed to the magical powers of the Chief Cleric because of all the magic equipment I wear, of course, that I have just received?

There is no particular reaction to spreading thinly on the floor. I slowly lift up the magic I have spread on the floor. Feeling the solidified proximity at the wall, the proximity of the clergyman at the front, the other rebellion of magic, I stare still where I felt the rebellion, slowly approaching.

"Master Rosemaine?

I peek into the locker of keys that Fran has. There are many keys lined up. One of them was the key to feeling rebellious.

And there's another place to feel rebellious. I turn my gaze to the altar and draw my lips together.

"... there was, Chief Cleric"

"Which one?

The clergyman takes out leather gloves that do not pass through magic and comes close as they are put in his hand.

"The Bible and its keys are not mine."

I don't know what changed. It looked exactly the same. But the magic that was registered seemed different, and both the scriptures that remained on the shelves and the keys that were arranged as normal in the vaults rebelled against my magic.

"You say it's the Bible and the key? What the hell is this all about?

"I don't know what the killer's purpose is, but my purpose is clear."

... killer, forgive me seriously.