Ascendance of a Bookworm

"Just stop," Lestiraut waved gently as she watched Clarissa wave the hot valve in a lowered manner.

... Huh? Is that my job?

I look around confused when told to stop the rampage of Dunkelferger's civilian apprenticeship.

"Since the mind already seems to be subordinate to its people, can't we just stop like the Lord?

"Brother Wilfried...... So, are you sure you want to give us a moment with Clarissa?

Talking to Clarissa during the tea party is rude to Hannelore and Restilaut, who are inviting me, but I can't help it if Dunkelferger tells me to stop it.

"I'm very sorry, but I'm at your disposal, Master Rosemaine. Clarissa in this state doesn't seem to get much of our voice..."

Hannelore also saw Clarissa in trouble. Does Clarissa always wield a hot valve in this condition in Dunkelferger's dorm? I'm a little scared.

I looked back and spoke to Brunhilde.

"Brunhilde, give Clarissa a gift"

"Yes, sir."

There are hair decorations that Clarissa wanted me to give away if she didn't give up marrying Haltmut. Because I was advised by the women that it would be easier to get it on hand a little before the day in order to decide on the hair shape or try it with the costume.

I was actually going to sneak it over at the end of the tea party, but Clarissa's hot valve doesn't seem to stop, so why don't you give it to her on this occasion and let her back down once and for all "see it in the room"? Until now I've been standing quietly in my room, so I think once I step back I'll calm down. You should calm down.

I asked Brunhilde to pull a chair and take a seat, walking slowly towards Clarissa. Clarissa's mouth stopped watching my movements and watching her blue eyes lightly. I know perfectly well that all my gaze is concentrated on me in the Sin and the quiet room.

When I called him "Clarissa" and reached out, Clarissa knelt on the spot like a hack.

"Clarissa, your feelings have been well conveyed. I'm so glad you're not scared and proud that Haltmoot entered the temple."

"Dear Rosemaine..."

"So give me this one. If you still think of Haltmoot as your opponent, who has become the chief cleric, please receive this one. It's a hair decoration for my graduation from Haltmut."

I gave Clarissa the crate that was given to Brunhilde. Clarissa receives the crate by moisturizing her blue eyes as she was impressed.

"Please open the box in your own room"

So I turned my gaze to Hannelore and Lestilaut. It was Restylaut who immediately understood what gaze meant.

"Clarissa, you can back off."

"... no. I want to stay here until the end, and I want to burn Rosemayne's face in these eyes."

"Then shut up and stand over there. Out of the way."

"Yes, sir."

Restylaut exhaled one thing as he successfully drove Clarissa to the edge of the room. Looks like Clarissa could have been safely restored to calm. I also exhaled in relief and returned to my seat.

"That was a brilliant maneuver."

"... I'm afraid. Um, if I don't have anything else to tell you in my collaborative research, can I talk to you about Dunkelferger's history book?

"Yeah, thank you. The book of history is something that your brother and father are very excited about."

Hannelore encouraged me ahead, laughing at Nicole. Wilfried turns his gaze to where the civilian is lined up and speaks to "Ignats" and his own civilian apprenticeship.

Ignaerts moved out and handed a sample Dunkelferger history book to a civilian apprentice in Restylaut. After some confirmation, that's in Restylaut's hands.

Restylaut began to roll through the book with paralysis. I'm starting to confirm with a pretty serious face, but what I need for Aerenfest is Aub Dunkelferger's passing.

Open your mouth by changing your gaze from Lestillaut to Hannelore, where Wilfried seems to be focusing on the book and not listening.

"Now if you don't have a problem with it, you're going to sell it in the same way as the sample. Aub Dunkelferger's reply is fine at the Lords' Conference."

"I'm afraid so. Tell Aub that."

Hannelore laughed at Nicole and undertook for me. And after a glimpse of the restylauts confirming the book, he gives instructions for replacing the tea and recommends it to us. Slowly sipping tea, I was listening from Hannelore to stories about history books.

"The translation of Mr. Rosemayne's history book was a huge shock to Dunkelferger."

"Well, what?

"As you know, the House of Lords will learn the history of Jürgenschmidt, but you won't only learn the history of your own territory in detail, will you? It is normal that you do not know the history of your own territory in detail unless you are a clan of lords. And with this easy-to-read, easy-to-understand history book, not only adults, but also children have the opportunity to learn more about their own history."

... I didn't know. I can't believe ordinary aristocrats don't know much about their own history.

I can teach you the history of my own territory because it is absolutely necessary for a Lordship candidate. In the sidelines of the Lords clan, they have the opportunity to know that if they are senior nobles, they hear from their grandfathers and fathers, or that they are children of their own age who are deeply connected to the Lords clan, like their daughters and brothers. I was slapped from Ferdinand, so I thought it was something that anyone knew as common sense of nobility.

"Dunkelferger's history is old, so the language in the history books was difficult for children to learn, as well as for the spouses of the Lords' clan who came in."

"... None of you did a translation?

If it's that hard, I don't think it's surprising that a self-governing civilian should do enough to fix it into a modern sentence. "All the Lords translate," Hannelore replied to my question.

"But we don't leave much translated text behind. Because it was also said that it was the duty of the Lords' clan to remember and communicate the old words as they were."

"I think that's an important concern. Because if you don't remember consciously, old words and so on will be easily forgotten and obsolete. I guess that's why the ritual of prayer has taken over pulsationally and stayed."

"I'm afraid so."

Hannelore smiled a little ambiguous in my words. And I hit my hand like I remembered something.

"Did you know that the King's Third Lady is from Dunkelferger? You praised her for her wonderful translation of Master Rosemaine. They would love to buy it if it became sold because it was very easy to read."

"It's an honor."

... Does the Third Lady of the King mean Prince Hildebrandt's mother? That's a big territory. You have a proper connection to the royal family.

Ha, while I admire the fact that I also give the royal family a translational book, "If there is any inconvenience in putting it on the table, please let me know immediately. Let me deal with it," he says.

As soon as that happened, Restylaut, who had been dropping his gaze on the book, raised his face.

"What are you saying? I don't know about Aerenfest, but there's no history in Dunkelferger that you have to hide or shame."

That's a long history. There will be one or two parts I want to hide. I don't think there's any way. But I think it's amazing not to try to hide that, and the way the Lordship Candidate says it's clear.

... I was surprised at the fact that the artistic skin, but I knew Master Restylaut felt like Dunkelferger, too.

When I was impressed, Wilfried said, "How was the sample?," he called out.

"Fair enough. Unlike the translations sent to them, it is good to have pictures everywhere. I wish this was colorful and gorgeous, but it doesn't bother me so much because it is portrayed on the assumption that it will be expressed only in white and black"

From there it was all about the evaluation about the painting. Apparently he was looking closely at the illustration of Burma, not the body.

"It's mine exclusively. It's an honor to compliment you."

"EXCLUSIVE OF THEM......? So you're also painting a picture of them?

The artistic skin restylaut seems to be quite interested in Vilma's paintings. Asked, I leaned my neck. I've only been in Vilma's room once. It was overflowing with Ferdinand paintings at that time, and I think there was only a little of mine.

"It's been years, but I've seen paintings depicting me singing. It's like I used to portray him playing fesh peel, like he didn't... I don't think you can afford to paint me because I'm going to be busy illustrating books these days."

"... right"

A little too bad Lestiraut turned his gaze to the book painting. He liked Vilma's painting so much. That is my side service.

"Would you also like to see the Ditter story?

At that moment, I think the knight apprentices began to twitch without heart. Perhaps the same reason why Lestiraut's face became more rugged.

"This ditter story deals with treasure stealing ditters. So I'd love to hear from the folks at Dunkelferger"

I'll take care of it, and I got all the Dunkelferger students in the room. It's not just the knights, it's the civilians, it's the sidelines. How pervasive is Ditter in Dunkelferger? I don't want to think about it.

"The author once wrote a reference to Dear Ferdinand's Ditter's Memorandum of Understanding and so on, but it could be somewhat strange because it's a generation that doesn't know how many minutes treasure stealing Ditter"

I also saw Rhoderich's manuscript, and I asked him to fix it by pointing out strange things and apparent inconsistencies in the text. But I don't know of any treasure stealing ditters that use the entire House of Lords, so I can't say it's perfect.

... If I wasn't too busy with Master Ferdinand's son-in-law, my fathers would have seen it and checked it out.

"Which?... there are no illustrations in this?

The best thing Lestiraut pointed out when he saw the Ditter story handed to him by a civilian apprentice was the presence or absence of illustrations. Vilma is in charge of illustrating books made at the Rosemaine workshop, but the Ditter story alone does not have illustrations attached to it. It may seem strange at first sight, but this is something we can't help.

"My dedicated painter is a civilian, so the stage is in the House of Lords, and I can't illustrate how Ditter can only be done by nobles"

"I see. Neither the House of Lords nor Ditter can draw unless they're noble."

Lestiraut nods as he is convinced, but it is a rather real issue for this one. Stories are easy to gather, but it's hard to gather painters. I don't know how to speak up and gather.

"If anyone in the aristocracy is good at painting, I would like to ask for an illustration, but Aerenfest doesn't have good people..."

Phew, and Lestiraut looked at me in a grumpy manner as I spoke about the talent development of the painter as I sighed.

"... what is it?

"Um, Master Rosemaine. Your brother is good at painting."

That's what Hannelore said absurdly, and I somehow realized that Lestiraut was running for painter.

"As far as hair decoration design paintings go, I think Master Restylaut's skill is great, and if you draw it, I think it will add to everyone's interest"

I think it would be a realistic and wonderful illustration, and the publicity would be excellent if it came with an illustration of Dunkelferger's Lordship Candidate. I want enough hands out of my throat, but Restylaut is a lord's candidate.

"But you can't just ask Master Restylaut. I can't give it to you in the House of Lords because I'm graduating, or you can't come to Aerenfest after graduation because I'm a Lordship candidate."

If there was a kid in the lower or intermediate aristocracy who could paint an illustration that felt good, I'd like to solicit him after graduation, but I don't think the Lordship Candidate Restylaut can travel outside of marriage, and he's the next Aub. I can't.

When I fell "careless," Lestiraut returned to her social face once she became so grumpy. You're either very disappointed or angry.

"Rosemayne, if we can receive the painting through Master Hannelore, can we please wait until our graduation? If you only ask for an illustration of the Ditter story, it won't take that long. Plus, inspired by Lestiraut's paintings, it might be easier to unearth painters."

Restylaut looked up bah to Wilfried's words. "The suggestion isn't bad," he said with a wrinkled face between his eyebrows, sparkling red eyes.

...... what shall we do!? I'm so excited! There's a wrinkle between my eyebrows, but it's a groaning face, absolutely.

"At least give me Aub's permission..."

"Isn't that much the same as buying and collecting stories in the House of Lords? What you buy is just a painting."

"Brother Wilfried!

Don't say anything extra, I stopped thinking, but it was too late. Lestiraut raised the edge of Ni's lips.

"What. What Aerenfest has already done? Then there's nothing wrong with it."

It's hard to say that story gathering is a part-time job for lower nobles who don't have money. Because I was going to buy the painting out the same way.

"Um, Master Rosemaine. Why don't you think about looking at your brother's painting and then buying it? I don't know if it's a painting that fits the story..."

After one exhale, Hannelore shrugged small "I won't stop anymore" and glanced at Lestiraut and Vilfleet.

As soon as possible, the two of them are watching the Ditter story and starting to talk about which scene to put the illustration in. I also saw the side service and escort knight standing behind the restylaut gently stretching out and peeking in. "Wait a minute! How did that happen!? I can see the phantom of my adoptive father screaming," but if this happens anymore, I'm going to have to come to my stomach.

... You did it, Rhoderich! The first reader outside the Territory is royal, and the first illustration belongs to the Lord's Candidate of the Great Territory! Glad you used your pen name!

"No more than five illustrations per book, please. I'm not buying any more."

"Five... That's hard."

With a serious face, Lestiraut begins to page, and Wilfried, who has already read, describes the scene he recommends.

Me and Hannelore gazed and flaunted our shoulders as the two men began to thrive on the Ditter story.

"Given your interest in Dunkelferger's history books and in this Ditter story, Dunkelferger's Lordship Candidates love reading with all their brothers and sisters,"

"Uh, yeah. I, too, enjoy reading love stories in the House of Lords."

Ho ho, and I laughed Hannelore started talking about what scene in which story was good. Hearing me talk about the moments of falling in love, I could only understand a little bit of what the divine depiction your mother writes shows.

... the beginning of love when Blue Ampha, the budding goddess, comes out. All right, I remember.

She's a goddess too often for her mother's love stories, so she wasn't sure what the hell she was expressing, but it seemed to be the beginning of her love.

... But Blue Ampha comes out more than five times in one story, and you're really not wrong at the beginning of love, are you?

As I gaveled at Hannelore's story with a few doubts, Wilfried looked at this one with a strange face.

"Brother Wilfried, what's wrong?

"No, Master Hannelore is loading a lot deeper," he said.

"Huh?"

When me and Hannelore are aligned and blink, Wilfried laughs small.

"Rosemaine reads one new book after another, but she feels so fresh because she never tells that deep about one story like that"

... Even if I wanted to tell you about love stories, I couldn't read the portrayal enough to tell it in depth! Finally, I can't empathize!

If this flower blooms, it's the right answer to be snoozed, if the autumn breeze blows, it's the right answer to feeling sad because it's a broken heart, if it's just expression, I learned it in literature for once, so I can understand it, but I think it's a different question whether I can empathize with it.

I want you to think about it. When the Autumn Goddesses start dancing, their hair shakes and suddenly the hero cries out. In my case, I became a pocan before I could empathize and be sad, and a few seconds later I said, "Oh, well. Autumn breeze. You broke your heart, didn't you? Why all of a sudden? Where are the signs?" and I don't immediately understand what happened, and it means reading back around me a few times.

Is this the case, or is it right to interpret it this way, by reading love stories in a mood of reading problems and reasoning, and by listening to everyone's thoughts at the tea party to see if they are correct? I can't get to the point where I sympathize with the main character.

"It's fun to hear your thoughts, and it's interesting to learn the difference in how you feel… I want to read the next story before I tell one story in depth"

It's not like you can never read it, so I'll put up a line of prevention. Hannelore matched me with "Master Rosemaine really likes books, doesn't she?"

... I'm sure you'll be able to sympathize soothingly sometime, just as prayer can now be natural, right? I'm sure.

"Yes, yes. I read a few Fernestine stories..."

"Have they read it yet?

I loaned it the other day. I still can barely read the books I borrowed because I was in and out of the lab.

"It's just the beginning.... Isn't Fernestine the protagonist based on Master Rosemaine?

"Huh? No. Fernestine is... someone else."

That's right, I cloud the words without being able to say "it's Master Ferdinand". I don't know why the Fernestine model is me.

Hannelore blinked her eyes several times with her pussy in my answer.

"Really? Because the portrayal of bright blue hair shaking in the wind, exposed to orange eyes, and the beautiful and clever place from an early age, the birth of being taken away by Aub to become a Lordship candidate also have something in common."

... I didn't think anything of it when I was reading it, but when I do pull out the elements that way, it looks like me!

I shake my head in haste and deny the words that I had not thought of. It would be tough if they thought such a mother was the ideal model for a beautiful girl.

"I am not taken away by Aub, I am an adopted daughter. Baptism ceremonies are held under my parents, and I ask my adoptive father and adoptive mother to do better. Besides, I've never been refused to stand as a mother at a baptismal ceremony by my father's First Lady, like the one who founded the main character, or lead a life in my everyday life where I can't even get distracted from eating."

I have trouble being considered the same way as my stepmother and adoptive mother in the Fernestine story. I denied it so hard.

"... No way, is that a true story? Does anyone with such a miserable life exist in Aerenfest?

A suspicious eye was turned to Lestiraut when he said, "I don't know, is there such a person?" and lean his neck. Wilfried apparently doesn't know that the model of the Fernestine story is Ferdinand.

"It's not a true story, Master Restylaut. This story is a fabrication of fiction, and all the organizations/people that appear are fictional, as it is clearly stated, even if they feel alike, they are someone else, and it's a fabrication."

"... Still, you know that Master Rosemayne was the foundation of the protagonist, right?

I think my suspicious eyes have grown stronger. Following the gaze of Dunkelferger's lord candidate, I had no choice but to nod.

"Oh, yeah, well... However, the author said that multiple people were mixed and created, so clearly, there is no such thing as this. Is this who we're talking about around here? So much so that it seems."

"You're really not talking about Master Rosemaine, are you?

I can see you're worried about Hannelore. I nodded heavily.

"I am not treated like this Fernestine. Hey, Brother Wilfried?

"Mm-hmm. Rosemaine's escort knight also has a real brother. Not in such an environment as to allow such treatment"

"Really?"

Hannelore grinned nicely as she stroked her breasts down. While I was relieved that you understood, I felt the blood draw me by realizing that I would have to give the same explanation many times in the House of Lords from now on.

... I didn't realize Fernestine and I had anything in common! Make two or two volumes right away and send them, Mother! Because if you go into a romantic part with a prince, no one will just misunderstand you!

It was a tea party with Dunkelferger with more and more reports to Aerenfest.