Ascendance of a Bookworm

In keeping with Master Haltmoot's voice, Master Rosemayne began walking with a relaxed and graceful foothold. In order to walk towards the altar, from my position I can see Master Rosemaine from the front.

In the cloak of the colorful territory, only one person, Master Rosemaine, white, stands out very prominently. The word "quiet" suits you very well, slowly going between everyone kneeling. That gaze was staring at the altar and nothing else seemed to be in my eyes.

Further accentuating the white of the costume is the coloured hair of the saggy night sky. And there's a rainbow demon stone hair ornament shining and shaking like a star, arguably a testament to love from my fiancée. I've never seen hair decorations with such great demonic stones.

... I would also like to go round to the Hall where one day I will give you a wonderful magic stone like that.

Your sister tells you not to have fluffy dreams and to see reality, but we know enough that you will eventually marry the other person by the will of your parents. It's the only time you can dream, so why don't you just be immersed in your dreams right now?

... Although Muriella-like is the one who keeps me in tune with my words like that.

While the two of us were putting our thoughts to a good time of talking about love stories, Master Rosemayne was arriving in front of a little empty place in the center. And as I look up at the altar behind me, I lift my hands to heaven fluttering as I pray to the gods.

I have heard that raising your hands to pray to God and raising your left foot is to approach the Supreme God who presides over the pavilion sky a little higher, and therefore putting your hands on the ground when you give thanks is to approach the Great God of the Five Pillars, who presides over the wide and hospitable earth. It was a form of prayer that I didn't quite understand when I heard it, but when I saw Master Rosemayne, I felt I could understand just a little bit.

"Ale Degrahl"

When Master Rosemayne, who put out a stamp on his right hand rising high, chanted with a young, high voice as he stared at the altar with his golden eyes, the stamp turned into a large chalice. It's the same chalice that Gedurlich holds on the altar.

I see a large demonic stone embedded in a large golden chalice that I don't think Master Rosemaine would be able to hold. Its demonic stone colors were transparent and everyone breathed in the Holy Grail, which remained exactly as it was until the intricate sculpture.

"The Holy Grail of Gedurleich......"

Someone's little whine can be heard out loud out of the difference because the room was full of silence.

Because I was practicing with Rosemayne in the same grade, I overheard her say that because Rosemayne grew up in the temple, weapons and protective equipment could not be made except by divine instruments, but I never thought that they could be made not only by weapons, but even by the Holy Grail.

... The Holy Grail isn't a weapon or a protective gear, is it? Where the hell did you learn the spell to change it? Can the temple know?

I can see your sister breathing next to me leaning her neck wonderfully. Perhaps I am a little used to seeing Master Rosemayne give a round shield or do blessings while pulling a fesh peel with his musical skills.

... My sister has always said that my report is a "big deal", but you will understand that it is not a big deal or anything.

Master Haltmut took the large chalice, which Master Rosemayne could not possibly hold, and carefully placed it down.

And both Master Haltmoot and Master Rosemayne kneel. Master Rosemaine disappeared from my sight. Instead, the singing voice of prayer begins to sound.

"I am the one who created and paid the world and prayed and thanked the gods."

I remember being told to repeat after Master Rosemaine, and I opened my mouth in haste.

"I am the one who created and paid the world and prayed and thanked the gods."

Because the speed and beginning of the recitation was fragmented, the voices of everyone who recites can be inconsistent and seem a little deaf. The voices of all disappear and Lady Rosemaine speaks after the sinister silence returns.

"The supreme god who presides over the high pavilion sky is the couple gods of darkness and light"

"The Great God of the Five Pillars, who presides over the wide and haughty earth"

At the same pace, in a way that fits the voices of Master Rosemaine, who resonates at the same speed, gradually the voices of everyone who recites began to fit. Just as the sounding voices come together in the room, it feels like they come together. My breasts are getting a little hot for the sharing of time and behavior that we are all doing the same thing.

"Fruitraine, goddess of water"

"God of Fire Ryden Shaft"

"Szczeria, goddess of wind"

"Gedurlich, goddess of earth"

"AVILLIBE, God of Life"

By the time you finish reciting the name of a pillar or pillar of God, your voices will be beautifully united and you will be echoed to the altar. When I remembered the indescribable unity, something came out of everyone's body and started to look shaky.

... Huh?

Shortly afterwards, all of a sudden, the magic in me was drawn out. This is my first time feeling like magic is sucked out on its own, but I don't know what to do. With magic sucking out of your hands, it's easy to let go of your hand, but if this is a ritual, you won't be able to interrupt it on your own.

Magic is flowing from my own hands, which I attach perfectly to red rugs. I couldn't move and as I stared, the red rug began to shine a sparkling little light.

And towards the Holy Grail, set in the center of everyone, flows the magic that has become a wave of light. You can feel the magic flowing from behind passing you forward and forward, and you can also draw your magic as it flows. It seems that the speed at which the light is flowing is increasing, and the magic that is drawn out of me has become more and more.

"Grace all living beings who breathe, honor the gods, and do not be rewarded with the grace of their noble divine power."

As soon as I finished my prayer words, my surroundings suddenly lit up. When I looked up surprised that another light had entered my sight as I watched the light flow, I saw the Holy Grail glowing in the center of everyone.

"Wow!?

"Glowing!?

The next moment a surprising voice rises from around you, the red light rises like a pillar from the Holy Grail and stretches straight to the ceiling. That was the precious colour of Gedurlich reminiscent of the warm furnace colour.

"Hey, what's going on?

I heard the king rubbing up. Lady Rosemaine replies in a quiet voice to the kind of voice that has spoken for everyone's feelings.

"Perhaps some of the magic will fly away somewhere in the House of Lords. It always happens when you perform rituals in the House of Lords. It's not Aerenfest, so it's a unique phenomenon in the House of Lords."

The same happened in the ritual of Dunkelferger, when a voice of affirmation echoed from Master Lestilaud, who stood between the walls.

"There is a lot of blue light in our ritual, but is it red this time..."

"Because it's a service ceremony where you can magic the Holy Grail. This red light is your magic that is dedicated to the gods.... Beautiful, don't you think?

I nod again and again to Lord Rosemaine's words. It's really beautiful. There is a red light risen purely by magic.

... This is the real precious color, isn't it?

For me, the precious colors of the season were the only ones I could think of when thinking about costumes and room outfits. Even the color of the costume to wear at the bar mitzvah was determined by the season of birth, and it was something I was dissatisfied with not being able to choose for myself. I've never seen such beautiful precious colors. Never before have I thought even demonic stones with red attributes were more beautiful.

"That's it, sister!

Suddenly there was a screaming voice from Master Charlotte. When everyone turned their gaze haphazardly, I saw Master Charlotte rise. Likewise, Master Rosemaine will rise.

"The ritual is over. Gentlemen, keep your hands off the floor. It will be time for some tough magic."

To Lord Rosemayne's voice I let go of the hand that was on the floor. It feels like the unity I was feeling at the time of the ritual was gone and I woke up from my dreams and came back to reality all at once.

At the same time, I felt tremendously tired and depleted of magic. My body suddenly gets heavy, I'm blinded and I can't move. I'm finally going to stay on my knees. Some of them in the back also sounded disfigured and fell.

"Good luck with the service ceremony. I still think the royal families and lord candidates, who are used to providing magic to the underlying magic, were a difficult ritual for senior nobles. We have prepared magic restorative medicine as a prize for participation in the service ceremony for everyone who has provided valuable magic."

Master Hartmoot, who nodded lightly at Master Rosemayne's words, began to move. Master Wilfried and Mr. Charlotte are slow moving, but they started moving the same way. Apparently you're not feeling very tired.

The royal and lord candidates have not broken down, but there are many who are in a state where senior nobility cannot even kneel.

... both royalty and lord candidates make it so hard on a daily basis. I've never known it before.

I know as knowledge that the Lords clan must focus their magic on basic sorcery. But I didn't know what that was like or how hard it was to use magic.

"It should be easier to restore magic than the medicine you learn in the House of Lords. Of course, I won't distribute it from the beginning if you offer to suspect poison, etc. Do not use your own prepared healing pills"

Master Wilfried and Mr. Charlotte took the vials out of the box, respectively, and drank them as gleefully as a poisonous sight. After that, Master Haltmoot gave Rosemayne her recovery pills, she took the vials from the box and drank them in the same way, putting the empty bottles in another box.

"This recipe for recovery pills is something someone else told me, and I don't know if it's a good idea to let it spill on its own. So just drink it on this occasion. I may be scolded for distributing medicine to you on my own. We'll collect the vials later."

It's just a secret here, and Master Rosemayne says so smiling prankily as he gives the empty vial to Master Haltmoot. When I saw your sister attracted to the word that magic was easier to recover than the recovery pills I would teach in the House of Lords, your sister looked stern.

"Um, sister?

"You can't talk about things that you don't know what's mixed up in, can you?

It could be some kind of trap, and your sister, who is near the Lord's Candidate, is pointing her nerves. I was pointed out for my sweetness, which I had not considered the possibility of foreign body mixing, and I was slightly dropped. Unlike my sister, I don't live carelessly as a sidekick, so I guess she tells me I'm fluffy.

Master Haltmoot will hold a box with vials and ask from the center if he needs Aerenfest restorative medication. I mean, the king is the first.

With no side service or escort knights, there is no way the royal family can get their hands on the healing pills of those in other realms. This is a formal question based on the assumption that you will be rejected. Because we cannot distribute it to others without asking the king.

But the king said to his surprise, "… let me have it" and reached for the box containing the vial. Naturally, a twitch happened around us.

There should be plenty of room in the center, unlike small and medium-sized territories that gasp for magic shortages like Yorsebrenner, on top of constant alarm about raids and poisons. You don't need to take Aerenfest restorative medication or anything. And yet daring to reach out means nothing more than what the king represents in his actions that he trusts Aerenfest.

... I can't believe Aerenfest has gained the credit of Zent Traokvar so far.

We were surprised, but the people at Aerenfest were surprised. Lady Wilfried and Lady Charlotte said, "Huh?," he said, opening his eyes and gazing at the king.

Lady Rosemaine didn't even show any particular movement, "Zent Traokvar. Your medicine will restore a lot of magic, but it won't restore your health. So I think fatigue will remain," you said. Master Haltmoot nods seriously at the words, "If you think Master Rosemaine is a made healing pill, it blows away fatigue and so on". Isn't Lady Rosemaine and Lady Haltmoot the only ones as usual?

One bottle after another will be held by the royal family because the king took the initiative and took it into his hands. After showing a little hesitation, I saw Prince Gigisvalt drink up.

You thought the royals couldn't turn down what they drank, and the civilian apprentices in Classenburg are thinking with a glance at a box full of vials. If you suspect foreign body mixing, you will be right not to reach out to protect yourself.

"Some territories would have needed a lot of healing pills for doing ditters to attend this ritual, right? And yet, even the ritual will give you a lot of magic. Let me prepare you in the form of that filling. If you are wary of poisons, etc., then you can take whatever you have prepared for yourself, so please pick it quickly. I want to deliver this healing pill to the senior noblemen of small and medium-sized territories who are falling apart."

Master Rosemayne looks terribly worried about the senior nobles who are not the senior nobles of Classenburg, but who are trying to get on their knees outside the circle.

... I can't believe I'm worried about the lower territories, not the upper territories...

Driven by Master Rosemayne's worrying face, the senior nobles of Classenburg hurried to grab the vial. Then medication will be handed out very quickly ahead. Dunkelferger's civilian apprentices drank at once without hesitation at the same time as they did.

"We are here to help, Master Rosemaine"

Clarissa reached for the box to collect the empty vial with her face just saying she was finally allowed to move. And start collecting bottles of people who have finished drinking.

Master Haltmut will be handed out to Drevanhel and will travel to Guillesenmeier, Hauffrezze.

"... Aerenfest, isn't this healing pill a lot faster to restore magic?

It was also time for those who had not yet taken healing pills to ask Prince Anastasius questions to turn their gaze to Lady Rosemaine.

"That's what the knight apprentices at Aerenfest said."

"Wasn't it something better prepared?

Prince Anastasius' voice sounded a little pointy, and I trembled while I was in other personnel, but Master Rosemayne just smiled as troubled.

"I'm not sure how effective it is because it's separate from the recovery pills I use on a daily basis. As a result of discussions with my siblings and neighbors, materials were collected at the dorm collection site, and I just made the recovery pills that I was told would be most appropriate for this ritual."

... Doesn't that mean Master Rosemaine is a lord candidate but can make many different recovery drugs!?

I knew in my lecture that I was used to formulating, but I didn't think I was familiar with pharmacy enough to make many kinds.

"Master Oltveen."

Unexpectedly, Master Wilfried's voice sounded, and I saw Drevanhell's lord candidate freaking out.

"This is to restore the magic I used for this ritual, not research material"

Apparently, Drevanhell's lord candidate tried to sneak it home. After Lady Wilfried stopped laughing like a tease and looked like a bum, Lady Oltveen took her recovery pills all at once.

Seeing royal and superior territory exchanges, even if your sister stopped me, I decided to take my recovery pills. I've used Yose Brenner's recovery pills quite a bit in Ditter. I would like to get the recovery pills that I can get.

... I used magic for Aerenfest. Isn't that nice?

When I asked my sister just by her gaze, she nodded lightly with a face like she had given up. And when it came to the order of Yorsebrenner, your sister also received her medicine from Master Haltmoot. Lustraone also receives restorative medication.

I was breathtaking when I saw the box that Master Haltmoot had. There are many boxes of medicine in them, and it's already the third box, but I was dazzled by the recovery pills that contain a lot of them.

If you want to prepare so many healing pills, the amount of material, the amount of magic needed to create it, and the time to create it can be enormous.

"... Is it not possible that Aerenfest will be crushed by Lord Rosemayne's mercy to prepare so many recovery drugs for you?

To my whining, Master Haltmoot turned his gaze to Master Rosemayne once after raising only one frown slightly and laughed as he was good at it.

"Aerenfest is filled with the mercy of the Virgin and thrives. It can't be crushed."

It is not something that can be done by a very ordinary person, such as being the adoptive daughter of a lord but performing rituals in this way as temple chief to magically fill the territory, teaching about rituals so that those in other territories can also gain protection, and thus worry about the diminished magic of others and prepare restorative drugs.

... I really guess Master Rosemayne is a Virgin.

I'm sure Mr. Haltmoot's previous information wasn't a big deal either, and it must have been packed with the truth. You should have put yourself in and listened better.

With that in mind, I drank up Rosemayne's recovery pills.

... Aren't you recovering really fast? What is it, this?

You can see the magic recovering right after you drink it. It is not comparable to the restorative drugs taught in the lecture.

"This is... can you make it out of materials that you can pick at the collection location?

"The secret that Aerenfest doesn't have trouble with magic must be this healing pill. If you can recover this much, you can fill your territory with magic."

I nodded deeply at your sister's words. If you can recover so much, it will be much easier to make a healing pill or fill your territory with magic.

"But this healing pill, it restores magic, but it doesn't leave you feeling tired."

I moved my hand only slightly to Lustraone's grunt. I took a healing pill, but I'm not getting tired at all.

"If you're tired of restoring just magic and you can't move, a normal healing pill might be easier to use"

"You'll treasure a knight in the middle of a battle, and it's perfect for drinking while you're having the same formula that you were seeing each other for lack of magic."

I felt like I could see something in your sister's words that somehow placed more emphasis on developing this medicine. I'm sure you're an unusual researcher who needs a hell of a lot of magic.

The royal and lord candidates who took the restorative pills immediately began to move. However, senior aristocrats in small and medium-sized territories are still not able to move satisfactorily. Master Rosemaine, who was watching it, held and opened his hand, touched the area around his neck, and after checking something, slowly raised his hand.

"The magic will heal, but you won't get out of fatigue, right? You won't be able to move, and I've recovered my magic."

With that said, Master Rosemayne served a stamp. And now chant "Strait Corben," and hold the Fruitlène wand. Unlike the Holy Grail earlier, now the Demon Stone shines green from the beginning.

"Now the Fruitraine wand?

Lady Rosemayne looked down in embarrassment as everyone was stunned by the way the Divine Fixture was coming out of the next.

"It's immature and embarrassing, but if you don't use the Fruitraine wand to heal the masses, it's hard to just ring"

...... I feel different about being shy.

I no longer have the strength to say anything to Master Rosemaine, who tries to heal the masses as normal. Normally I don't use magic for others with this degree of fatigue, and I don't think about healing a lot of people at once. Not to mention, if you're like bringing up a god's fixture for that, look all over Jürgenschmidt and you won't be anywhere but Master Rosemayne.

"Lungshmer healing"

Green light erupted from the wand's demonic stone with Lord Rosemaine's prayer. As with the earlier ritual, some light will stand as columns, otherwise pouring down on everyone in the room. When I was in the light I felt the warmth, I felt sooo tired.

As I gently closed my eyes and quietly bathed in the magic of Master Rosemaine, I heard a whine from somewhere: "Mestionora......" I wasn't so loud, but I often go through some of the rooms that were quietly blessed by Master Rosemaine.

... Mestionora?... Could it have been the Wind's family?

As I remember the names of all the gods, I first remembered that Mestionora was the family of the wind. I think she was a goddess of wisdom if her memory is certain.

I wonder what happened to that Mestionora, and I'm like, "I know, Master Hannelore!" My energetic voice echoed.

... I don't know.

When I accidentally opened my eyes, Dunkelferger's Clarissa was about to hold her fist and begin her theory of strength. For being too surprised, or Master Rosemaine's blessings have also stopped.

"I used to think the same thing! Dear Rosemaine, who freely deals with all kinds of divine objects, wonders if it is Mestionora who has been allowed by the gods to use the divine objects,"

I know only about the gods within the lectures of theology, but does Mestionora have such a story? Many of you seem to have had the same doubts. Master Haltmoot looked at Master Clarissa with surprise.

"I don't think there was any such story in the temple scriptures either..."

"It's in Dunkelferger's old book."

It was not Dunkelferger who agreed with Lady Clarissa's words, but Lady Eglantine.

"You're talking about Mestionora being the daughter of the god of life and the goddess of earth, right? Old books in Classenburg also have descriptions. To hide from the god of life, Mestionora transformed herself into the hair of the night sky given to her by the god of darkness, into the eyes of gold given to her by the goddess of light, and into the family of the most protective wind...... Perfect for Lady Rosemaine."

That may indeed be the case. Because in addition to the wisdom of using all kinds of divine objects with abundant magic and taking the best of the streak, they have come up with all the epidemics of Aerenfest if you believe in the words of Lord Wilfried.

That's what I thought, and it sounded like a cuckoo little laugh.

"It's a joke, Master Rosemaine. Don't look so troubled."

"... I don't think anyone has any trouble being likened by a goddess, Dear Eglantine"

Master Rosemaine said that with a troubled face. Dear Rosemaine, I know how you feel painfully well. How the hell am I supposed to react when royalty tells me I'm "like a goddess"?

Mr. Haltmoot gently advanced before the troubled Rosemaine.

"Did you have such a story...... I've never heard of it before. Thanks for sharing a great story. It's an interesting story to read once."

Master Hartmoot, who came forward to save the Lord, thanked Master Eglantine with a smile of nicole.

I exhaled in admiration at the hand of Master Haltmoot, who filled the spot in full circles. Isn't it ideal to be close to a Lordship candidate?

... Wonderful. You gather wonderful proximity to the Lord.

It was such a shocking ritual that my common sense was broken one after the other, but I was able to return to my dorm with great satisfaction, having recovered both my magic and my fatigue.