Ascendance of a Bookworm

"Wouldn't it be nice if you put your magic equipment here to save your meal? That way, the wagon can go through without a problem."

"You haven't changed the number of people near you from there, have you?

Coming back from a territorial rivalry, the proximity carefully prepares the tea party room. I looked around the tea party room and nodded one. Preparation is perfect. My adoptive father and Wilfried are also waiting for Ferdinand to arrive.

"Each of you students will be ready for dinner, so step back in your room for once."

When Richarda, who was wielding the extraction of preparations for this tea party room, said so, the students who were there would step back for their meals. All that remained were adult servants like Richarda and adoptive fathers, and then, during dinner, the Knights who would escort us.

Beyond the door there was a tiny, bell-ringing sound with chillin.

"Master Ferdinand is here"

The adoptive father's side service, which he had refrained from in front of the door, opened the door, saying so. Yustox, Ferdinand, Brother Eckhardt, and then another, stranger, came in pushing a wagon with a big preserved magic tool on it. It would be the vicinity he was attached to in Arlensbach.

"Welcome back, Master Ferdinand"

When I spoke so, Ferdinand blinked a little surprised and then replied, "… Ah".

"Dear Ferdinand, Oh, not, I'm home now, please say. Is greeting important?

"... now I'm back"

He takes his gaze off of me and begins to greet my adoptive father and Wilfried, hesitating to say so with a face like reluctance.

"I'm sorry I couldn't. Tonight, I'll take care of you. Would Justkus and Eckhardt know Vilfreet, too? This is Zergius. He is the son of Lady Letitzia, who is serving me in Arlensbach."

Near Arlensbach's side, but I guess that means he's not a Georgine. I looked up to Zergius. He is a gentle looking smile who seems to serve his side with yellow-green eyes on his blue-green hair.

"Regards"

At the end of the nearby introduction and greeting from Arlensbach, his adoptive father recommended a seat to Ferdinand. My adoptive father himself begins to prepare to leave the room, telling me and Wilfried to take their seats as well.

"I'll have dinner with the students, so I'll have to back off once, but I'm not scolding Rosemayne too much today, Ferdinand."

"I'll be back here after dinner," said the adoptive father, leaving the tea party room immediately. Ferdinand squeaks as he looks at his adoptive father's back as he leaves in a hurry.

"If you were to come here later, you wouldn't have had to bother waiting for me..."

"You wanted to see me even in the absence of time.... That's right, Master Ferdinand. I did my best, as I was told. Besides, it was also awarded for collaborative research. Come on, praise me."

Before preaching, I would like to begin with a compliment. With that, I'll listen to any later sermons. My adoptive father taught me that if I boasted that I had taken the best, I would be praised, so I stretched my chest and tried to boast the best. Then they slapped him in the forehead. I can't solve it.

"How can you get slapped!?

"I think I have a lot to ask and scold before I praise you?

And it came to pass, saying so, that I was about to be cheeked by my hand, which stretched out softly: and I hurriedly guard against being twisted with my hands upon both cheeks.

"Didn't your adoptive father also say not to scold you about today? Scold me later, and praise me first. I've heard plenty of sermons."

"It will be more important than a mindset about preaching to not do what you think will be scolded from the outset"

For Christ's sake, he says so with his neck shaking beside him, and I point my lips softly. Weird. I boasted of the best, but not a word of praise comes out of Ferdinand's mouth.

"So I thought you were saying praise me later and first. If you can't even get the best compliments, how can you compliment me?

When I exploded my dissatisfaction, Ferdinand praised me with an amazing bar reading, "... very good".

... No! This isn't the compliment I wanted!

"You have no heart at all!? If so, about Schmir's stuffed animal in the territorial rivalry…"

"I'm sorry about that, Rosemaine."

I want you to praise me, as you did then, and the words that came out trying to block the words you were supposed to complain about were apologies for some reason. "It's my downfall that I couldn't stop her from taking the magic equipment I plan to give away to someone," murmured Ferdinand's bitter face with a common look when talking about Veronica, which was a true representation of the fact that Dietrinde, who takes up my stuffed animal, looked dressed in Veronica.

... Ugh, I think I inspired some strange trauma.

"Er, Master Ferdinand. I don't want you to apologize, I want you to praise me. Besides, that wouldn't be Master Ferdinand's apology, would it?

"But..."

"What happened?

To Wilfried, who was socializing at another table, I explain the situation lightly with a forethought, "It's not a big deal, though."

"Certainly would not be my uncle's responsibility"

"Brother Wilfried has said this, and enough of the compliments and apologies. Let me show you the room."

Blocking the words of Ferdinand, who seems to apologize forever, I take my seat and start walking towards the clash behind me: "Richarda has worked hard for me," he said.

"Yep. The princess insisted that Mr. Ferdinand forgive me a little."

I guess I tried to brighten the atmosphere. Richarda started explaining with a laugh at Couscous. To make it look like Ferdinand, and it's also an explanation for the side servants.

"We have prepared a place for Master Ferdinand to rest here. Exactly, the canopy is impossible, but with the collision, you'd be able to rest your mind a little bit, wouldn't you?

In addition to the location where the luggage is to be placed, the location of the futon, the placement of magic equipment to be used in daily life, and so on will also be described. I gently pulled Ferdinand's sleeve, pointing to the bench, because it was more of a side service to each other.

"Dear Ferdinand, this is from Aerenfest for today."

"Did you do it?

"Yes, I think it's very comfortable sleeping compared to other benches"

Sit down, to say, Ferdinand sat down intrigued and began to push the seat by hand several times to make sure. If you look at Ferdinand sitting from the front, you can see exactly how pale he is.

...... Extreme muzzle pills, taking all the time?

He says satisfactorily, "Oh, this is good," but he doesn't seem fatigued enough to be able to hide it with a few facial changes.

"Rosemaine. What, this bench?

Looking closely at Ferdinand's complexion, Wilfried, the first to see the mattress's placed bench, asked in a whisper.

"This is what I made Gutenberg make new. Master Ferdinand had been ordered, but he was headed to Arlensbach before he could have a long chair."

I just did, I explained to Vilfleet, stroking the mattress so that Ferdinand would boast, "You can touch me if you care. Wilfried approaches the bench with a curious eye. The same goes for Osvalt, a vicinity of Wilfried.

"Rest here and this tired accumulated face will clear up a little. Hasn't it been a long time since Master Ferdinand has looked so tired? You look just like the king I saw at the service. What the hell was your life like in Arlensbach?

I saw Ferdinand with Wilfried in my words a strange face. And inexplicably tilt his neck.

"I don't think it's much the same as usual...... You often know my uncle's complexion."

"Brother Wilfried and Mr. Ferdinand won't have much time to face each other, so we can't help it."

Even though nobles hide their emotions from reading them, Ferdinand, who was about to be enlightened by Veronica, is in season. I wouldn't know if I wasn't so close.

Is it uncomfortable to be seen by Wilfried, Ferdinand has reached out to me with a little face.

"Rosemaine, you'll never look better either. Would he not be resting at all between the territorial rivalry and the award ceremony? Didn't I force you?

Don't say anything extra, after being gently cheeked, it was the usual medical examination. The temperature and pulse are confirmed by touching the forehead and wrist. I missed the touch of my hand so much that I closed my eyes gently.

"Thanks to Master Ferdinand, we've gotten a lot tougher. Because I didn't fall along the way today. I've been sleeping less often lately, and I'm starting to heal in two days."

"But I feel a little fever coming up. Have you taken any pills since you got back from the Territorial Battle? I'll tell you tomorrow."

The hand placed on the neck muscle feels a little tight and comfortable, maybe because of a little fever.

"I drank kindness, so I think it's okay..."

"Then good. Be sure to exercise regularly to build strength. Are you still relying on magic equipment?

Ferdinand releases his hand after completing a single confirmation. "I'll try my best," he answered, opening his eyes, looking at this one with a face that seemed surprising to Wilfried.

"What is it, Brother Wilfried?

"No, I'm just a little surprised"

If you look at Vilfleet wondering what surprised you, the hand is pushing the mattress. You must have been surprised by the coiled mattress.

"This kind of bench can't be mass-produced yet, and although there seem to be a lot of improvements, it would be pretty comfortable, wouldn't it?

"Hmm? Hmm. Right..."

Look at me and Ferdinand alternately, pushing the mattress over and over with a smile like Wilfried fixed.

"What is it?

"No, it's nothing. It's nothing....... it's time for you to start preparing your meals, Osvalt"

Osvalt also began to move with concern for this one on Wilfried's instructions. Large preservation magic equipment is also brought in from Aerenfest dorms by the side servants. There's a bunch of dishes in here for dinner today and Ferdinand to take home.

By the way, this magic fixture of preservation was begged and loaned to your mother. My desire to "deliver good food to Master Ferdinand" was accepted pleasantly and he carried me to the temple by carriage.

"Justkus, you'll need time to see what you're cooking to save, so you can do it while we're eating."

"I'm afraid so, princess. The Aerenfest dishes were treasured when Master Ferdinand's food didn't go very far. It's very helpful because I didn't think I could replenish it here"

Judging by the words of Justkus, there seems to be no doubt that it was a job pickle. When he glanced at Ferdinand, he was returned with dissatisfaction, "I don't know how."

"Zergius, ask for your salary"

"Yes, Master Ferdinand."

And the meal started. Ferdinand basically prefers the menu today. I couldn't tell the cook in the dorm who was too busy fighting against the territory, or the cook in the castle who was very busy preparing preserved food for Ferdinand, that I wanted to make a double consomme that would take a lot of time. It is for this reason that today's dishes were made by the cook of the temple and carried to the castle in the magic equipment of his mother's preservation.

"Mmm? Are you using Taochen's meat today?

Wilfried circled his eyes at Taochen, who would never go up to a dorm meal because he didn't get too many.

"Don't tell anyone else," I whisper to Wilfried. Because our meals are made in the temple, they are a separate menu from what everyone else eats in the dining room. There are plenty of materials that can be a little unusual or expensive.

"Master Ferdinand likes Taochen stewed in consomme and pome, so the Temple cook set the menu for us today."

The cooks, who had devised menus and flavors to suit Ferdinand's tastes, responded beautifully to his request through Haltmoot and prepared Ferdinand's favorite dishes.

"You're gonna miss the cook who prepares the flavor you want, aren't you?

"... right. Tell them I'm very satisfied."

Ferdinand's expression savouring Taochen's stewed pome is very calm and I can see he enjoys a pure meal. The main topic during the meal was territorial rivalry, which focused on the stories of customers from other realms that Wilfried was dealing with.

"That was a lot of attention working with Dunkelferger. There were a lot of territories that offered to do joint research next year. It seemed like I had to turn down all offers that didn't seem to be a problem even if they weren't Aerenfest."

"When you hear such stories, don't realize Aerenfest is ranking higher"

Wilfried nodded at Ferdinand's words.

"Father said he would try not to rank again next time. I can't keep up with Aerenfest if I get any higher rankings."

"... you did too much, didn't you?

Perched by Ferdinand, I affirm first and foremost, "Well, yes." Certainly there are parts of it that have been a little too much.

"But the ranking itself won't go up because this year's feat seems to have Aerenfest put away in a direction that will allow him to be treated the same as the winning territory. Besides, I was originally so cool that my adoptive father said things so badly that I could..."

"It's not that I don't know what it's like to want to retaliate a little bit, but you're making things too big with your ability. I told you not to forget to report, contact and consult all the time, but I haven't been able to do it at all. Didn't I?"

I hear the words of Ferdinand slightly. I'm not going to stop you because your sermons seem to be helping out with the stress, but at least, I want you to do it after the meal.

"Even though my uncle told me not to engage with the royal family, I do so one after the other. Scold me harder."

Ferdinand stared at Vilfleet.

"It's the other side that keeps Rosemaine under control. You scold me when I'm doing something deviant, and I don't remember Rosemaine unless I direct you. Besides, didn't Zilvester tell you not to scold me too much?"

... what?

I was seriously surprised at Ferdinand for saying that with a disgusting face.

"Did Ferdinand intend to listen to his adoptive father even though he didn't praise him and he's just a novel? What the hell was your novel so far?

"It's just a precaution. Aren't you scolding me? If you're serious about scolding me, I won't have to say these lukewarm words"

Apparently the novels so far didn't fall within the category of "scolding" for Ferdinand.

"You, Wilfried... you can scold as much as you want. We keep it to a minimum."

Ferdinand told me with a very beautiful smile, and me and Vilfleet shook their heads as they were all together. If this is minimal, I don't want to think about what will happen to the max.

By the time you finish a meal with your novels and have a cup of tea, it seems that Justkus has also finished packing his dishes in the magic fixtures of preservation, replacing his service with Zergius. Me and the vicinity of Vilfleet came back after the meal, and instead, Richarda, Osvalt, and the Knights who were escorting me, headed to the dormitory for a meal.

"That's right, and what's the situation with this winter's hunt? You're safe now?

"Looks like the hunt is over. We were in the House of Lords, so we don't know the details. I think you should ask your adoptive father later."

As I was answering a question about Solemnity, Wilfried looked a little harsh and raised his arm.

"Rosemaine, my uncle has already gone to other territories. It's not easy to talk about the inside of Aerenfest."

He's headed to Arlensbach to get information on Georgine, and he's trying to protect Aerenfest from it. Ferdinand would also have trouble if the information had not been exchanged to some extent.

"Brother Wilfried, Lady Ferdinand..."

Rosemaine, stop it.

But before I could make such an explanation, Ferdinand turned his gaze and shook his head toward the side collision where Zergius was.

"Wilfried is right. The information you convey to me must be well inquisited. It's not like before."

"I know that's true, but the information you share is also important."

When Ferdinand felt the fear of isolation in Arlensbach and I looked dissatisfied, Ferdinand shook his shoulder as if he had no choice.

"Talk to Zilvester about Aerenfest's insights. With you... right. Let's even talk about Schmir's stuffed animal. Who were you going to give that to? Would it be necessary to make amends?

"So I don't need Master Ferdinand's apology..."

"Dear Rosemaine,"

It was the leaselator that stopped me. After asking permission to speak, he smiled and whispered softly to me in a whisper.

"Why don't you take an apology? If it makes it easier for Ferdinand to make amends, you should make amends."

I thought it was Dietrinde that was bad, so I wasn't willing to get an apology from Ferdinand, but if that makes you feel any better, I don't mind the minute I get an apology.

"But even if they say atonement..."

"How would you like Master Ferdinand to create a new recording magic tool? It's also a redemption for Master Ferdinand, and if you breathe in your words to Master Rosemayne, then Master Rosemayne would be happy to do so, wouldn't you?

That's what the reseller said, spreading a cloth depicting a formation of basari and metastases. Then start removing the mixing pans and materials one after the other. There will be a mixing space in the corner of the tea party room.

"I've spread the other formation in the mixing room. Please use this table because the conditioning table cannot be prepared exactly. Now please make your recording magic equipment for Master Rosemayne, Master Ferdinand"

Ferdinand lifts the edge of his lips with pleasure as he watches as the conditioning space flashes up.

"Hmm. Surely if you make something new, you will make amends. I don't have much time. Can I get an assistant, Rosemaine?

"Something I've made many times. I'll take care of it."

Ferdinand begins to formulate the material in his hands without hesitation. Even before the building called Atonement, I can't seem to help but enjoy the mixing. Seeing that Ferdinand's eyes, who had a dark tired face, began to come alive, I turned a neat smile to the leaselator.