Ascendance of a Bookworm

By lifting the restrictions on entry to the clergyman's workshop, others were allowed in as well. If others come in, I am short and powerless, and I am a payment box at once. Brother Eckhardt walked into the workshop delighted and gently clasped his shoulders when he saw him helping the clergyman.

The baggage divided into what the chief priest will take to Ahrensbach, what he will carry into my workshop, and what he will take back to the hall, will be carried. I have done some cleaning up before, but still have a lot of stuff to take out.

"There's also cleaning up the hall. I want this place cleaned up by the end of the day."

The side servants who heard the chief priest's words opened their eyes wide. It's hard to get all the stuff out of the clergyman's cluttered workshop and clean it up, even though there's some normal business to get the clergyman's life in order.

"It's hard just to serve the clergyman's side. I don't care what you think, I don't have enough time. Call the gray clerics from the orphanage for backup."

"What do we do by calling those who are not sidelines?

"Just because you asked me to help you with something else, you don't need to take it to the side. All you have to do is give them the reward they deserve. Monica, go to the orphanage and get ten or so gray clerics who are good at hard work."

"Yes, sir."

Monica turns around and walks out to the orphanage. I glanced up at the bewildered clergyman and clasped my shoulders.

"I don't want to be touched by unfamiliar people. Why don't you let Brother Eckhardt and the sidelines serve you, and the gray clerics at backup do their job of carrying the loads you can?

"... you're really good at dividing work between others"

"I can't do anything on my own without asking others. I've always left it to someone who can. The Chief Cleric will do anything himself, but I think you should learn to make more allies and leave it to him."

With that said, I will consider how to make allies that are also easy for the Clerical Chief. Even if he is good at the art of protecting himself, the Chief Cleric is too alert to actively make allies. Only those who are here now will try to do something about it. But I have trouble going to Arlensbach, where there are no allies besides Lymund around, and not trusting anything but Brother Eckhardt and Justkus.

"Dear Ferdinand, because we are headed to Arlensbach in the winter when there are so many aristocrats gathered, why don't we play Feche Peel for a reason called a welcome thank you and put the female aristocrats on our side? Easy and easy. I'm sure someone would be interested if there was a new song. Make the most of your skill, voice and face."

Even Aerenfest had a lot of aristocratic women who stuck with the clergyman in Feshpeel's performance, so I think it's worth a try in Arlensbach.

"Oh, and I'm preparing sweets. We are entrusted with the education of Master Retizia, so if something can be accomplished, we will give you a treat as a reward. I don't just grow up scolding you. Don't forget to praise. Then, please often discuss Master Retizia's proximity and how to educate him. You can't just move on your own plan. Later..."

"That's good enough. You do what you have to do."

As I was doing everything I could think of, the chief cleric waved in sigh. But I have trouble being told what to do.

Arrangements have been made for the Chief Cleric to hold all sorts of things. All we have to do is wait for them to come together. The food is finishing more and more, and it's packed while Justkus confirms it was delivered by the Ottomar Chamber of Commerce. I bought hair decorations to give to Retizia through Gill, and the material was stuffed by Fritz. Rosina has already finished writing the score of the Lord's Melody and is struggling with a fesh peel wanting to braid it to the critical point.

"Chief Cleric, what should I do? I came back to the temple to help the Chief Cleric, didn't I?

"Go with Frans to the library and retrieve the books I have."

"Collect the book…"

It's a personal book of the Chief Cleric, so if the Chief Cleric leaves the Temple, it's natural to take it home, but it's so sad to see fewer books coming from the Temple Library. I took my side service to the library with me.

The library without a fireplace is full of kings and cold air. When I trembled small, I pointed to the book brought in by the Chief Cleric as he said, "This, this, this, and..." and gave instructions to Fran to unlock it.

The thick chain that was connecting the writing table to the book is removed with a jarring sound, and one book is removed from the top of the writing table, again. In a feeling of loneliness I gaze at the book lifted by Zahm and Fran.

... Oh, that book...

This temple library was the first library I entered, and the book that was placed here was the first book I was allowed to read freely. The book I read the first day I entered the Temple as a Blue Witch Apprentice was also the book of the Cleric Chief.

"What's wrong, Master Rosemaine?

"... I was reminded that the book Fran was holding was the first book I'd ever read here."

Fran looked down at the book and laughed small as she remembered something.

"I also remember Rosemayne, who prioritized reading over lunch while gently intimidating Gill. Because you skipped lunch, and then you fell, didn't you?

When Fran said so, Zahm laughed and looked at me as well.

"Oh, that's when the Gilberta Chamber of Commerce brought the donation. The Chief Cleric was terribly surprised. I checked with Fran every day until Lady Rosemaine recovered and came to the temple."

"... Fran and Zahm should forget that beautifully."

Fran and Zahm take care to wrap them in cloth one book at a time as they tell memorabilia about the potatoes and the clergyman. The majority of those memorabilia were clergymen with heads in my words and deeds.

"Master Rosemaine will not wait here with Monica. I'll bring it to the Chief Cleric."

Instead of carrying many books at once, Fran and Zahm seem to carry them carefully one book at a time with a few round-trips. The Cleric Chief told me to retrieve the book with the side service, but the books the Cleric Chief brought in are all thick and heavy objects. There is no book for me to have.

After I dropped off the two backs, I looked around the gallant library with fewer books.

"... you have a mestionora carved into this bookshelf"

The bookshelves with doors that could not be opened without the temple chief's keys were also more elaborate in sculpture than the surrounding bookshelves. I look seriously at the bookshelf to see if there was such a sculpture.

"Me, I've been in here for years, supposed to be looking at the bookshelves, but I only seemed to see the books and didn't realize it"

"Sounds like Master Rosemaine. It was also interesting to talk about Fran and Zahm earlier. I know very little about the orphanage before it was saved."

Couscous and Monica laughed and said so.

"You don't even know Rosemaine, who didn't even notice the sculptures on the bookshelf, but there are actually sculptures like this all over the temple."

Monica had noticed the bookshelf sculpture for a long time. In fact, they say there are various gods hiding in various parts of the temple. I've never known it before. They don't notice it unless it's clean and polished.

"Dear Rosemaine, thank you for waiting. He wants the sheriff to prepare the horseman so he can get dressed and move."

Since the book was finished being carried by Fran and Zahm, I left the library room and went back to the temple chief's office, where I changed my clothes. Angelica, who was escorting me when I finished dressing, comes to me.

"Lady Rosemayne will return to the castle after sending her luggage to Lady Ferdinand, won't she? I will remain in the temple today, so return Darmuel."

"Okay. Then Darmuel can rest tomorrow. You'll be ready for the winter social world, won't you?

"I'm afraid so."

Every day the temple escort can't even prepare the winter social community the way it needs to. It was decided to let Dermuel leave today and let Angelica stay.

"Speaking of which, is Angelica ready?

"I have a brilliant sister, so there's no way out of preparation"

"You better not leave everything to the reseller and Angelica can do it herself"

"Actually, I think so, too."

Angelica smiled shyly with her hands on her cheek. Even though I know what I have to do, it is a reply when I am unwilling. I'm pretty sure you don't think there's going to be any improvement when this reply comes.

"Angelica, it would be troublesome if the reseller went to your wife."

"I mean, you're gonna be okay for another two years or so."

"That's not what I meant."

Angelica's consciousness reform gives up early, and I'm going to send out a big lesser bus in front of the front entrance. I thought about putting a lot of baggage on it and put it out, so it's no longer a Lesser Bus, it's no longer a Lesser Truck. Once Mi opened the entrance and exit, the grey clerics began loading their bags one after the other.

"Chief Cleric, we've got a horseman out."

"Then you stay in front of the fireplace. Though somewhat healthier, it's this cold. You're gonna get sick."

Noticed by the chief clergyman, I sat in a chair prepared in front of the fireplace and watched everyone work. Thanks to the many gray clerics in and out, the luggage is carried out smoothly. I can also see Justkus giving instructions and the magic equipment stopping time being carried by a few people.

After a short break from lunch, work resumes. The clergyman's workshop was completely empty, and the closet containing the clothes had also been carried out, except for the blue clergyman's costume.

Close the empty workshop door, the clergyman puts his hand on the door, and pass the magic. The demon stone lost its colour and the sheikh's workshop was completely wiped out.

"Now my magic has been lifted. You can use Haltmoot later if you like."

"I'm afraid so."

Haltmoot thanked him, registering his magic, and creating Haltmoot's own hidden room.

"I'm going to go back to the hall and clean up your stuff and get ready to go to Arlensbach. There will be no more coming to the temple. Clean up this cleric's clothing and leave it with the outfit for the loan."

"Yes, sir."

The chief cleric takes off his blue costume and hands it over to the side service. From now on, the clergyman will never wear the blue clergyman's clothes he's used to seeing. That seems so strange to me. When the clergyman took off his clergyman's clothes, he weaved his jacket for nobility and put on a blue cape.

"Rosemaine, don't blur. I have to get my stuff to my building. We're moving."

"Yes!

I go with the Chief Cleric to the main entrance where the Lesser Bus is located. Today's drop-off had all the sidelines of the clergyman. As the proximates left the temple and began to send out the horseman, the clergyman's side service lined up sloppily.

"May there be the patronage of the gods at the end of the chief clergyman, prayer and gratitude to the Goddess of the Great Goddess of the Five Columns, the Goddess of the Water, the Goddess of the Fruitraine, the Goddess of the Fire, the Goddess of the Ryden Shaft Style, the Goddess of the Szerian Earth, the Goddess of the Gedurleich, the Goddess of Life, Aveliebe, who presides over the high pavilion."

Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz. And then, on his knees, he crossed his hands in front of his chest and drowned his neck. The clergyman looked down at his side servants with what a complex look, slightly raising the edge of his lips.

"... a final order to those who have served me well, etc. From now on, serve Hartmoot well as the Lord, so as to support Rosemaine, the temple chief"

"I'll do as you say."

One nod and finished his greeting to the side service, the chief cleric turned to Fran and Zahm, who are at my drop-off. They are both ex-side servants of the clergyman who moved for me. I hear he was attached to me because of his thick loyalty and competence.

"Fran, Thurm. Rosemaine, please."

"I understand. Chief Cleric, please love yourself."

"It is my pride to have served the Chief Cleric."

"... right"

The clergyman, who broke his face just a little happy with the two words, flips out of the temple with a bassari and a blue cloak. Then, when he rode the beast, he saw the side servants lined up once, and ran out to the bah and the sky. I grasp the handles of the Lesser Bus and chase after the blue cloak that goes ahead.

... Now the Chief Cleric is no longer the Chief Cleric.

Upon arrival at the Cleric Chief's Hall, the luggage is now being carried out more and more from the Lesser Bus. The items to be taken to Arlensbach and the items to be left in this building were separated and transported to their respective rooms.

It won't help me carry my baggage. I am eudited by my escort and I can only wait quietly for tea. The truth is that I wanted to go into the library room, but they told me that I was in the way because I also had luggage to bring into the library room.

... I just can't help but sip tea with one of them moving around.

I was watching the clergyman giving instructions with the blue cape woven, was that me? and tilted his neck.

"Dear Ferdinand, speaking of which, what do you do with the cape? That's not a good idea to put the Dunkelferger colors together to get to Arlensbach, is it? Do you want to put Aerenfest colors together?

"... you forgot"

The chief clergyman rather engraves a wrinkle between his eyebrows, tapping his temples lightly with a ton of tongue. I thought you said Aerenfest's new cloak had no magic formations to protect. I find it very unforgivable to follow you to Arlensbach.

"Rosemaine, make ink in the workshop"

"Huh?"

"I don't have time for embroidery. I'll have to draw it."

I do find it difficult to refrain from leaving a few days later and embroider a complex magic formation. If the ink disappears as an example, it will disappear even if you draw it, so I think it's hard to understand what kind of protection you're wearing.

"Why is it my ink?

"Isn't it glowing when you use your stuff? Besides, you're free, right? Darmuel, it's better on Rosemaine. Make Ink"

Darmuel and Eudit, who could serve as teachers, replaced the escort, and I was thrown into the workshop of the chief cleric's hall.

"I don't mind because I didn't have anything to do with it anyway, but it's just, it's weird. Will drawing magic formations with other people's ink be a amulet?

Embroidery of the cape would not have been possible without parents and children and a couple. It won't be good because it's painted in ink.

"It's weaker in potency, but it's not entirely ineffective even in the magic formations of other people's magic. The magic that's close to me is just going to be a lot more powerful."

"If you ask me, Master Ferdinand's cloak is someone else's, so it certainly doesn't work at all with someone else's."

"Besides, it wasn't until the star knot that Master Ferdinand put the Aerenfest colors together. Wasn't it considered good for a simple object because it would then put together the colours of Arlensbach?

Listening to Darmuel's explanation, I prepare what I need to make ink. The Chief Cleric places the material in the same arrangement in every workshop, so it is very easy to understand. You have character, I think.

"Nevertheless, Master Ferdinand is getting married. When will I be able to get married?

I hear Darmuel mourn while he mixes. He was pretty shocked that the clergyman, who had always thought he was single, was getting married.

"Remember my magic compression, and if you have a junior aristocratic daughter who can make magic matches, can Darmuel get married too? It won't be a problem for the faction at the point where it meets the conditions for teaching magic compression, and I'm sure your mother will introduce you if magic and class match. However, if I were to introduce you to your mother, I wouldn't be able to refuse Dermuel, but is it good around there?

"... because I have given up on my own"

Darmuel dropped his shoulder as he offered one thing after another to let him in. I want to do something for you, but I can't help it. It's about Filine who's within my grasp.

"Why don't we book the future of Filine? You don't have faction issues because you're close to me, and you're trying to compress magic, right? I don't think there's a problem with the ranks because they're junior aristocrats."

To my suggestion Darmuel shook his head with a troubled face, "Stop him".

"... Perhaps Filine has a crush on Roderich."

"Huh? Really?!?

"I used to get letters from Rhoderich, and I've been in person a long time since Rhoderich got to the side. I also had a romantic consultation the other day about not getting into the eyes of a thinker, so I thought maybe they were Roderich."

... Talk to Darmuel about romance? Philine, I don't care what you think, you're talking to the wrong person, right?

"Then you might want to stop recommending it to Darmuel's marriage."

With that said, I shake the last powder. The surface glowed and the ink was finished.

"Dear Ferdinand, it's done!

When I take the ink I have made, the chief cleric spreads Aerenfest's cloak over the large table and begins to draw the magic formation quickly. They draw it bigger so that it's okay with a little bit of carrot, but it's quick and I'm not lost at all in the movement of my hands.

"... Hmm. It's a short time until the star knot ceremony is over. This will suffice."

The clergyman, who finished drawing the intricate magic formation, nodded satisfactorily, placing the pen and closing the lid of the ink kettle.

When the star knot is over, they'll be given a new cloak of Arlensbach. They said the bride would originally embroider it during the engagement period. I became very worried that Dietrinde could be embroidered to meet the standards desired by the clergyman. At the same time, it's a little hobby.

... I'm glad the priest's bride wasn't me. Not if it's enough to draw with ink. Still, embroidery like that, I can't, I can't.

"Dear Ferdinand, please give that cape back to Mr. Heishitze properly"

It's an important cape to designate as a loot for a Ditter fight. If I don't use it, I think I should give it back to you.

"... I can't even take someone else's important stuff over there, even though I don't know what's going on in Arlensbach. Either I will receive it from you that day and return it, or I will return it to Heishitze through the Lord's Candidate of Dunkelferger in the House of Lords, for sure."

"Okay. I will take it to the territorial rivalry. I'd rather give it back to you in person."

"Okay, please"

The clergyman lets Yustox take the cape off. When Yustokus washed the blue cloak with a vashen, he folded it beautifully and gave it to Filine.

"Filine, ask Richarda to keep the blue cape in your luggage when you head to the House of Lords."

"Okay."

Unload all your luggage, keep your cape, and I will return to the castle. Then, the chief clergyman seemed to be busy until his departure, and a few days passed without face-to-face.

While I was careful not to get sick for the day of my departure, I spent time with Vilfleet, Charlotte and Melchior going to my adoptive mother's office to talk about the children of the old Veronicans, calculating the necessary budget for the orphanage, making amulets to give to Brother Eckhardt and Yustokus, and preparing to head to the House of Lords.

"Rosemaine, it's your uncle's day to leave. Are you feeling all right?

"It's okay, Brother Wilfried. I have an important assignment to carry Mr. Ferdinand's baggage, so I'm on my way, even if I'm not feeling well."

The men who are sending the Cleric Chief are the Lords and their wives, Wilfried and me, and the proximity. Then there's the face of the Knights. Charlotte and Merhior leave messages with their uncles.

Two carriages came from the clergyman's hall with their bags on them. And the gift chosen by Richarda and her mother comes from among the gifts kept in the castle. Roughly three carriages of luggage. They seem to be contacting Ahrensbach in advance with the amount of luggage, and the carriage is supposed to pick them up with at least three cars.

I give Brother Eckhardt and Yustox the amulet I worked so hard to make while one package after another was put on it.

"Please take this amulet because the two of you who protect Master Ferdinand will be in the most dangerous position"

"I'm afraid, Princess"

"Brother Eckhardt, never protect Master Ferdinand"

"Oh, sure."

I gently slapped Angelica on my shoulder to reassure me that anxiety wouldn't go away even if they promised me.

"It's okay, Master Rosemaine. Master Eckhardt is very strong, so please be sure to protect Master Ferdinand. I believe in Lord Eckhardt's strength and loyalty to the Lord."

Angelica's blue eyes have unwavering trust in Brother Eckhardt. Brother Eckhardt also loosened his expression and looked down at Angelica.

"I also believe that my exploration of their strength and loyalty to Rosemaine is genuine. If anything happens to Rosemayne, Master Ferdinand will be saddened. I want you to protect Rosemaine."

"Yes!"

Angelica clenched her fist a long time and bent her elbow. Brother Eckhardt does the same, bending his elbows and gently aligning his fists. It was the same way soldiers prayed for each other's good fight. I wanted to join the two of them, too, and I held my fist and bent my elbow.

"Brother Eckhardt, me too! I'll do my best at Aerenfest."

"Oh, it would be very helpful to send the food to Master Ferdinand from time to time"

Because of this, I bent my elbow and insisted, but it ended with a gentle stroke on my head. No. We wanted to wish each other a good fight.

"What are you doing, you?

"Dear Ferdinand...... Brother Eckhardt and Angelica are praying for each other's good luck, so they wanted to be one of us, but they flushed us out."

Brother Eckhardt looks disgusted when he complains to the clergyman that he wanted to bend his elbow and do something called a gotun.

"Even though you wish them good luck, isn't there a Lord who protects them?"

It has been said that it is not for me, the Lord's candidate, to do it in the exchange that the knight carries out with his own possession. Seems a little different than wishing a soldier a good fight. When I was pointing my lips softly when they refused, the chief priest sighed as if he had been frightened.

"Then you must promise me."

"... what promise?

What if I can't do anything? When I stood by myself, the chief cleric knelt on the spot to gaze at me. Light golden eyes look at me seriously straight. Surprised by the sudden action of the Chief Cleric, he opened his mouth to me.

"I go to Arlensbach and protect Aerenfest from that land. So, Rosemaine. I want you to protect me as the Virgin of Aerenfest. [M] Promise me you will protect Aerenfest, even with the sweet words of the center and the other realms, without making any mistakes."

I gobble and spit in unexpected and serious words. Sin and his surroundings calmed down and his gaze gathered. My gaze hurts and the air is heavy. The clergyman raises the edge of his lips only slightly so that he doesn't even care about it.

"... but just how much I promised with my mouth, you would jump as soon as they fed you books and libraries because you basically have no idea. Forget about your promises to me and jump."

"Ugh..."

Seeing me unanswerable, the chief priest exhales gently once he lays down his eyes. And I took one key out of the leather bag I was wearing on my hips. It's a key made of metal with a yellow demon stone.

"I'm going to keep you connected to Aerenfest with this."

"With this key?

I stare at the key that swayed in front of me. I don't know what key it is. Is it the key that can contain me jumping on books and libraries?

The chief cleric took my hand and gently mounted the key. The metal keys on your hands are tightly heavy.

"This is the key to my hall. My workshop, materials, books, materials, magic equipment, museums, people who work there...... I give you everything I leave in Aerenfest."

Open your eyes wide to unexpected words to me, the chief cleric looks at me with serious eyes and speaks slowly and quietly with a deep voice that makes one word or another linger in his ear.

"When it was, you said you wanted your own library at the price of giving magic. Remember that?

"I remember. Master Ferdinand wants to study demon trees..."

It should have been over a decade before Aerenfest could afford magic. The chief cleric said he wanted magic for research because he seemed to be able to make unusual material out of my magic. And I think I answered, "Give me a library at the price of magic".

"That's right. So I give you my own library as a library. Instead, I want your magic powers, which are supposed to be given to me, to be used to protect Aerenfest. Aerenfest is my Gedurlich. I want you to protect me."

And the chief priest enveloped my hand, and made me grip the key, and chanted, Endern. Somehow magic is sucked into the key. Turns out the owner was changed.

A very cold breeze hits the moment the big hand that was wrapping its own hands away. I felt the cold suddenly increase when I thought of myself after the Chief Cleric who had protected me until now was gone.

"If I were to protect my library, would I also be a little less confused by the sweet words?

I glanced softly at the clergyman, who stood up laughing as if he was good at it. As always, it itches my teeth not to be trusted at all. There are fathers, there are Lutz and Benno, there are temples with Fran and Gill, and I think it's my role as a Lordship Candidate to protect Aerenfest, which is becoming a lot of paper making and printing workshops.

"You don't have to have anything else to protect me."

"Rosemaine, I want you to make sure Aerenfest is protected. Think of it as a reward advance. Or something? Are you going to tell me that in my library, your library is short? If you don't have to, you can always give it back to me."

"That's not true. Plenty of books and I'm happy!

I grip the key with my own chest so that it cannot be taken away. I want to cry and say "don't go" anymore. "I don't care about royal life!" How much easier would it make you feel?

But that shouldn't be the look of a lord's adopted daughter that the clergyman wants. Keeps the tears coming in low.

Still, the emotions in me are not so easy to stop. I go around my body with my anger at irrational orders and the remorse that I am still untrustworthy and the joy of remembering my trivial promises and the loneliness of missing the clergyman and the magical power that is just overflowing with the joy of my library.

... If you can't cry in front of others, just let the tears that come in become magical as they are.

"Dear Rosemaine!?

"My eyes are rainbow!

The hurried voices of the proximity echo, and the chief cleric reaches out to me as he says, "Rosemaine, suppress".

"I won't contain it."

Grasp the stamp that appeared on your right hand and say "Stillo". If you move the starp in the form of a pen, the overflowing magic becomes light and draws a magic formation in the air.

"Rosemaine, what are you doing?

"This is a thank you to the library. Bless Master Ferdinand who leaves Aerenfest."

It's not like the blessings I had then when I just bumped all my feelings for my family.

Now I have become the temple chief, and I know how to bless righteously.

I went to the House of Lords and got a stamp to handle my magic.

I was taught my knowledge of magic formations.

I want to respond with the highest blessings to the Master who has given me everything.

"Magic formation of all attributes? What is this magic formation?

To the word of the chief priest I raise the edge of my lips.

"It is a magical formation that only the temple chief can know, which is on the last page of the Bible"

It is not a complex and strange magic formation to make your wishes come true, which you learn in the House of Lords. Nor is it a magic formation for the first floating king of the Scriptures. A magic formation where those who became temple chiefs merely prayed to all gods. I can't use it for myself, it's for praying to the gods for someone.

I move my hands as I remember and draw my magic formations.

"The Supreme God is a couple gods of darkness and light, presiding over the high pavilion sky"

With the words of prayer, the magic formations glowed in a dazzling golden colour, and the dark black began to surround the edges of its light. Though the twist of my surroundings comes into my ears, I spin the words of prayer without any concern.

"Fruitraine, goddess of water, goddess of fire, goddess of the five pillars, who presides over the wide and haughty earth, Lydenshaft-style goddess of Szzeria, goddess of earth, Gedurleich, goddess of life, Avelibe."

With every mention of the name of God, magic flows from the Starp, and the symbols representing its gods begin to glow in their respective precious colors.

"Hear my prayers, give me your blessings, give me your prayers, give me your thanks, give me your holy protection, purify your filth, make no one cut off the power of the water, make no harm to the power of the fire, accept the power of the wind, accept all the power of the earth, never give up the power of life, to those who travel."

The magic formation moves flutterly, and the light of blessing falls on the clergyman, Brother Eckhardt and Yustokus. It is a rainbow blessing mixed with all precious colors.

I look up at the magic formations with a flashing face, and see the Blessed Cleric Chief, and I smile with all my chest up, and show him.

"Even I'm growing up. It won't always be the same."

Could this have rewarded the devotion to date a little?

Will you admit that you have grown a little?

Would you feel a little safe heading towards Arlensbach?

Staring up, the chief cleric looked down at me and laughed furiously.

"I'll leave Aerenfest to you. Protect me on my behalf."

"Yes."

Then we move to the border gates. I had already arrived to pick you up from Arlensbach, unpacked and exchanged greetings.

When the clergyman exchanged his farewell words with his adoptive father, he flipped Aerenfest's cloak and traveled across the boundary gate.

It was a cold day with a little snow scattering all the day the Cleric Chief was able to say, "I'll leave Aerenfest to you".

I praised myself for being able to shed tears until I entered the den after dropping off the clergyman with a full smile.