Ascendance of a Bookworm

I talked to my mother a lot afterwards in the stash room. I talk about how my mother spent time with Brother Cornelius in the House of Lords, about what Brother Eckhardt, who comes to the Temple, was doing, etc., and my mother tells me about Aurelia and Siegrecht and how Brunhilde works so hard.

I talked a lot until I really wanted to sleep, and I fell asleep feeling kind of sober. I could sleep deep enough to be surprised myself, but when I woke up, I was a complete sleeper. "It's time for the three bells to ring," he said to the side of this house, "how could you not wake me up!?" I fell asleep so often that I accidentally screamed.

Apparently I talked too much into it and it was later than my normal bedtime, so my mother instructed me to let you sleep without waking you up, but I'm too shy of sleepers even though I was giving instructions so the escort knights could pick you up.

"... good morning"

"That's a lot slower this morning, Rosemaine. Everyone's already here."

Brother Cornelius makes fun of the sleeper, apologizes to the escort knights who are picking me up, and I will have a late breakfast in the first place.

"You seem to have slept well. Most importantly. I'd like to talk to you for a moment before you return to the castle, okay?

Next to my breakfast, my mother drank tea and started talking about taking over the printing business. Behind your mother I see Muriella refraining from doing her job like a civilian. I was horrified to find that the subordination relationship was working well in an atmosphere that seemed pleasant.

"If the discussion with the civilians can be managed without you, the others don't seem particularly problematic.... Speaking of which, Rosemaine. The temple's side service was to leave for Master Merhior, but what will your painter do?

"We want to call Vilma when we start printing in the center, so I won't give it to your mother."

Vilma is my painter, and when she insisted, her mother said, "Oh, that's too bad," and she laughed softly.

"But if you leave the temple, there's a chance someone will buy you, right? It would be more than a junior nobleman to take you to the center without a place to keep you, and what if you bought it up as a painter and left it at home? I'm worried about you until you grow up."

"In the meantime, your mother makes you paint on Vilma, right?

And when I saw her of course, she laughed furiously. I know you're buying me the talent of Vilma's paintings, so it's more secure than keeping them in the margins.

"I leave Vilma with the orphanage, so if anyone can change the management of the orphanage, and if Vilma wants it, I will"

"No, Rosemaine. Without you, I will get the gray witch I want. There is no choice for a gray witch who is no longer the Lord and is no longer a sidekick. Understand it well and think about what to do with your side of the service."

"... Yes"

I was told about the treatment of the gray witches and told Darmuel, who was picking me up, that I had spoken last night, and I finish my breakfast. Nothing. I looked up to Darmuel, who was in escort duties with his face.

"I respect Darmuel's wishes, so let me know when you come to a conclusion."

"I'm afraid so."

Talking about that, my adoptive father received an Ordonanz. What a royal arrival of 12 magic equipment for children.

"Suddenly, on top of that, you got a lot of halfway numbers. I can't believe you sent me first, even though it could be ruinous to adopt a daughter..."

"Perhaps you're not going to break it over there. I think you're going to adopt your daughter for anything by sending the reward first."

Aerenfest won't be able to refuse given that he wants to increase the number of nobles any sooner, and that he has a big year of L.A. to be baptized as a nobleman, Mother said.

"Now return to the castle, Rosemaine. Be there whenever you have time. Let's talk about it again."

"Yes, Mother"

I returned to the castle with my escort knights. And as a result of a gathering of the Lords clan to discuss whether to receive or send back the magic equipment, they were to receive the magic equipment to increase the Aerenfest nobility as soon as possible. I want to be adopted as much as I send the reward first, so the royal will shouldn't change where I send it back. Then I'd like to waste the year and give you some magic equipment as soon as possible, given the possibility that there will be kids out there who can't be baptized.

"... adoptive father, would you please turn the magic equipment to the orphanage as well?

"Without the magic of the average intermediate aristocracy as of the baptismal ceremony, it would be a waste of healing pills, and too much on the body of the child. And now, it will be born a little later than adding a lot more junior aristocrats, I want to leave my magic equipment for kids with higher magic. It is therefore permissible to give it also to children in orphanages provided that there is a certain amount of magic, that there are no problems with ideas, etc. But let the interview be Haltmoot, the chief cleric."

Not me, the orphan dean, but Haltmut, the clergyman, was to be responsible for conducting an interview with ideas, etc. Basically, they can't trust my interview results, which are sweet to the orphanage people. When people say I can't be trusted, I'm a little mucky, but there's nothing I can do about it because what I'm sweet in my body is pointed out by many people.

"I'm glad you're going to be given magic equipment, not just for faction children, but also for orphanages, Sister Rosemaine"

Nodding at the words of Merhior, I borrowed from my adoptive father the magic equipment to measure the magic power of my child, and was to travel to the temple with Merhior and his proximity.

"Welcome back, Master Rosemaine"

"I'm back now"

Upon the reception of the temple's side servants, I enter the temple chief's office. When I change into the temple chief's costume, I receive a report from each of them during the Lords' Conference. It seems that the blue apprentices of the temple and the children of the orphanage had their days without anything in particular. And he's finished preparing for his spring mitzvah, mainly Kanfel and Fritak and the others.

"I was relieved that nothing seemed to have happened. … I have a rather important report for you."

As the side servants corrected their posture, I told them that I would leave Aerenfest a year later and that the next temple chief would be Merhior. I don't give a mouthful of extra information about going to the center or becoming the king's adopted daughter. Grey clerics, everyone who is a grey witch has difficulty staying unanswered when questioned by nobles, so it's best not to know from the beginning.

"It was something we knew Master Rosemayne would resign from the temple chief at the same time as an adult. That just sped it up..."

Fran smiles, saying so a little lonely. I'm used to being left in the Lord, my chest hurts when I'm told.

"The truth is, I also thought about buying everyone up and putting them in my library. But you said before that noble neighborhood wasn't comfortable, right? I don't know who's going to run the library when I leave Aerenfest, and I don't think I have a place because I'm not going to the temple."

I think if we could get Gluthris Height and dismantle Arlensbach, we could get Ferdinand back out of Arlensbach, and I think we could have left the Frans in charge. But I can most safely leave it to Melchior in the absence of a clear vision.

"As Lady Rosemaine said, the opacity ahead is not the ratio of the temple. I don't know how to live other than the temple, and from what I've seen so far, I don't seem to be a terrible lord, so I serve Master Merhior, so I have no problem with that."

"If we were to move to another temple, we would definitely have taken everyone."

To my words Fran laughed, "Then I would have accompanied you once into the small temple of Hasse," he said.

"It's just that only Vilma has to have another choice"

"Is that another choice?

They were going back to the orphanage just like they did before they became my sidekick. Vilma turned out badly bewildered. Burma looks at me anxiously, having overcome it to some extent, but never losing his male phobia.

"Will you be my exclusive painter or your mother's after I'm gone... Please choose within a year"

Telling her what she discussed with her mother, Vilma asked, "What will happen to the orphanage?" I worried about the orphanage, not about myself.

"We're going to negotiate for Monica or Lily to be served by Merhior as a side of managing the orphanage to keep it the way it is now,"

"I know you're worried, thank you," Vilma smiled when she told him that she intended to put someone who knew how to do Vilma in the cauldron. But that wasn't a relieved smile. If you look around, Vilma isn't the only one who seems anxious, Monica and Fritz also seem anxious.

"... Dear Rosemaine, I don't care. If you look at your face now, you can see that it is a sudden and less pleasant journey for Rosemaine, and I know that you are crushing your heart to the point of excess against us."

I don't think Merhior would treat orphanages that badly, but I don't know how long Merhior will also be in the temple chief position in the current state where the person responsible changes when he twirls. Thurm told me that he was anxious about the orphanage and how long the superiors would last to think about the treatment of the gray clerics.

"Melhior is a boy, so I don't think it's going to be that easy to get around. I will focus on taking over so that everyone can feel safe."

"Regards"

When I tell everyone about the move, the next thing I know, I'm talking about the magic equipment that will be given to the orphanage kids. In an examination and interview of magic power, we were asked by Vilma to tell the children that they might be given magic equipment given to aristocratic children.

"A certain amount of magic must be stored in magic stones in order to become aristocrats. Some kids come out who can't be nobles without giving them a little sooner. When are you going to be able to do an interview?

"The kids are out in the woods today, so if it's after tomorrow, it's okay. Let me know what you're up to and I'll keep the magical kids waiting in the orphanage."

I told Haltmoot that I would discuss it with him and set the day for him to disperse the sidelines. Each job is littered with sidelines.

"Fran, I'd like to talk to Benno from the Plantan Chamber of Commerce about my move. I'd like to use the orphan director's office..."

"Yes, I did. Get in touch and decide on a convenient day."

"Zahm, please go to the Cleric's office and set a date and time for Haltmoot to meet at the orphanage."

"Yes, sir."

"Fritz, we're going to need a ton of paper this year. Pick up as many tau fruits as you can."

"Yes, sir."

As I look through the letters and documents that Monica carries, I give instructions one after the other. A paragraph later, Filine spoke softly.

"Dear Rosemaine, what do you do with the recovery pills for the orphanage children given magic equipment?

"I am going to prepare.... well, it was pointed out that my civilian apprenticeship is all about paperwork and less opportunities for preparation, and should I ask Philine and Roderich to make it"

Exactly. I don't think my adoptive father will be able to conveniently take the recovery pills for my orphanage children. I, the orphan dean, will have to bear it.

"I, myself, am unlikely to be able to prepare a healing pill for the conquer, so I gave up making the conquer aristocratic even if I regained my magic equipment. But if the children in the orphanage are to be given restorative drugs, I want Konrat to be given restorative drugs as well. Please, Master Rosemaine."

If Konrat can live as a nobleman......, I turn to Filine, strongly wishing.

"It is said that the magical power of lower aristocracy places too much strain on the body, but we can still give him a healing pill if Konrat wants it"

"Is that true? Thank you. I know."

I couldn't have collected the material on my own and prepared a lot of healing pills to make Konrat a nobleman, Filine breaks her face. The delightful Filine's smile is cute, but she seems to be only thinking about returning her brother to the aristocracy, and she doesn't see reality.

"But, Philine. Didn't you say you wanted to give me your name, buy me a contort, and accompany me to the center? What do you do after you make Konrat a nobleman? You can't take a minor conqueror to the center who hasn't given me his name."

"Huh?... ah"

"It takes a lot of money to raise you as a nobleman. While Filine herself attends the House of Lords, can she twist the cost of living of the Konrat and send him to the House of Lords?

Filine closed her mouth and stared at her own hand. Filine's salary for a junior civilian apprentice who popped out of her parents' house with nothing would only do enough to twist her own living and tuition. It really costs me money to live as a nobleman with no objects left for me by my ancestors, although I give them a little bit of money due to translation fees, amount of information, etc. If we don't save money now, we won't even be able to dress up for the bar mitzvah.

"If you want to make Konrat a nobleman as your brother, not a blue cleric apprentice, I suggest you go back to your parents"

"Dear Rosemaine!?

"I asked your mother. Philine's father was his son-in-law, and the original trail was Philine."

If Filine returns to her parents' house and retrieves her parents' home, which is being taken over by her son-in-law's father and late wife, there must be magic equipment, teaching materials left over from her ancestors, and costumes that she might be able to wear if she were reworked. Though I wouldn't be able to live a wealthy life, I think it's better than a life where Filine has to keep everything together for two while renting a room in a castle.

"I'm certainly the original trail, more than a boy's conqueror went into an orphanage. But I'm a minor, so I won't carry on until I grow up. I don't know how much of your mother's stuff you have left."

Filine shook her neck to the side, saying that there were also many things sold for a living.

"We can't even let him live in the temple as a blue cleric apprentice after a baptism from the orphanage, but he will be a nobleman without parents with Aub as his guardian. If you want to make Konrat a nobleman as Philine's brother, you need to get him out of the orphanage."

Remaining in an orphanage is not recognised as Filine's brother in the aristocratic society.

"Ask your mother to be your back shield so the two of you can spend time at home, or your adult lord and philline will be engaged to protect you from your parents... I think we need to figure something out."

Philine looks at me with a twilight face. It's not my decision to be seen with such a face, to have parents decide at baptism, or to have Aub as my guardian for a child leaving the orphanage for baptism, nor is it something I can override.

"Discuss it carefully with Konrat first. Do you want to be baptized as a nobleman even if you take a lot of healing pills and feel painful? Whether it consists of an orphanage or going back to my parents' house, even if I become a nobleman"

I have the witchcraft for my mother's shapes that Filine has, and I don't think I mind handing them out to the Konrats if I hand out restorative drugs to the orphanage kids. But I'm not a parent of two, and I'm no longer an orphan dean in a year, and I can't be responsible for the future of Konrat.

Darmuel, who was listening to our exchanges, became a difficult face.

"We're going to have an orphanage interview today, and we're meeting with the Plantan Chamber of Commerce tomorrow."

"Spring mitzvahs are nearing, and summer baptisms are just around the corner. When that's over, Aub's headed to Arlensbach, so you're very busy, Master Rosemayne."

I walk to the orphanage, confirming my plans with Haltmoot, who has the magic tools to measure the amount of magic. Behind you is also Filine, who holds the magic equipment of her mother's shapes. He wants to be able to give it away when he says he wants to be a nobleman just like everyone else.

The door to the orphanage was opened wide by Fran and Zahm, who were walking ahead, where they could see five children kneeling and lining up. There's a dilk and a conlat in the line from a little kid about three years old to a kid near baptism.

There already seemed to be an explanation from Burma and Hartmut as to what would be done, and seeing the magic equipment Hartmut had in his hand, he had a nervous face.

"So shall we measure the amount of magic quickly? What is your name and age?"

Haltmoot quickly and sequentially weighs his magic from a big child. Age increases the amount of magic, so does the prescribed amount. Haltmoot determined from his age whether the amount of magic had reached the prescribed amount that his adoptive father had said, dividing the child from left to right. On the left there is Dilk and another boy, on the right there are Konrat and two boys.

"The two men lined up on the left have a magic power exceeding the prescribed amount told Aub. If you want, you can give Aub magic equipment."

That's what Haltmoot said, but the boy standing next to Dilk so he can be held by Vilma is about three years old and pretty small, and he looks like he doesn't really know what he's talking about.

"Vilma, he has the magic of an intermediate nobleman, and there is still time until the baptism ceremony. You should give them magic equipment. I'm not old enough to have thoughts or anything yet..."

Haltmoot abandoned early to hear about his ideas from his three-year-old or so, and made a decision in the direction of securing nobility. And turn back to Dirk, who is making his face strong with nervousness.

"Well, Dilk. Your magic power exceeds the rules. If you want magic equipment, you get it, but what do you do?

"Wait a minute! Dilk is just an orphan. I am not a child of nobility. I think it's strange to get magic equipment!

One boy lined up on the right screams. Dirk leans over his face, listening to the child. Haltmoot tilted his neck with a strange face.

"Aren't we all orphans here, the same for Dilk and them? What are you talking about?

"No. I have noble parents..."

"Children who have not been baptized as aristocrats are not aristocrats. And I'm just an orphan more than I am in an orphanage. If measured in aristocratic value, a dilk with a lot of magic is more valuable. That's all I'm talking about."

Haltmoot turns back to Dirk, who was able to spare Pishari and the child's objections.

"Dilk, do you want magic equipment?

Haltmut's orange eyes are not the soft ones he has ever shown orphans. He is the face of an interviewer who quietly looks to Dirk's determination to hope to become a nobleman.

Dirk looked back once.

I will follow Dirk's gaze. There was Delia in the back of the cafeteria waiting for Dilk's answer by swallowing her hard spit. I combine my fingers all the time, biting my lips and shaking small.

Delia's pale face resembled much of what it was when the former temple chief took the dilk. Please, I don't want magic equipment. I don't want you to be gone from your side. Don't take away my family. You seem to hear me screaming in my heart like that.

Dirk took his gaze off Delia and turned to Haltmoot. And breathe slowly, face up.

"... I want my magic equipment"

At that moment, Delia opened her eyes and said, "No! shouted." Everyone's gaze concentrates on Delia in a screaming voice. But only Dirk doesn't look back anymore. I stared straight at Haltmoot and wanted the magic equipment again.

"Dear Haltmoot, I want my magic equipment"

"Dilk, for what, is it? Dyeing demon stones can be quite a painful task from now on, and Dirk's precious sister doesn't seem to want to be a nobleman. And yet, why would you want to be a nobleman? And what are you going to do as a nobleman?