Ascendance of a Bookworm

Because I was told to accept it seriously, I try to accept as much knowledge as possible that flows in out of the power of my body. In my heart I said, "What I want is a book, not the knowledge that gets poured into my head like this! I remember the anger, but if it's not there, you just have to make it.

... someday I'll print all this knowledge for you! Any knowledge come and go!

In the mood, I accept the knowledge that comes down with the light from the sky with a full reception attitude. Knowledge of the divinity in the scriptures and the spills of the gods that were in the books borrowed from Dunkelferger mix in and pour in at the same time.

... Wait a minute. Classify! Classify! Don't mix Reevesk Hilfe prank stories with Fruitraine love stories and divine prayer words! Then, I just figured it out. My grandfather is Airvermeen. He hasn't changed since he was founded. Seriously young made.

Although there is important knowledge - it is more cluttered information that flows all the way in. To be honest, it seems messy and not systematic knowledge.

... ahhh! I can see how you would like to write down a copy separately as a tablet or scripture, or just the knowledge that is essential to your work as a Zent. Because without such cluttered knowledge, search features, it would never be useful!

Important knowledge also flows in, including the foundations of each territory created by Zent, the role of the original temple, the knowledge of the temple chief's sacrament, and the magic supply to Jürgenschmitt by Zent going around the border gates.

... Huh? Wait. Don't flow. That, seriously, matters. How Master Georgine takes away the foundations of Aerenfest......

"Don't think about it. Accept everything. We're going to drop zero."

As soon as I tried to think about the knowledge pouring in, I was reprimanded by Airvermeen. You should have found out something very urgent and important, but when you try to think about it, they can't accept the knowledge that flows into your brain. It is unacceptable to indulge in the knowledge being sent in, and it seems that we must just empty our heads and accept it.

... It's surprisingly difficult to accept without thinking about it. I really want to think about it.

Once I don't slowly organize my brain, I don't feel that being poured into just so much knowledge can actually help. If something shaped the knowledge thus given is Gluthris Height, isn't it essential that you be able to search for the knowledge you need at that time?

...... hmm?

The next influx of knowledge of mythology and temple relations was the history surrounding the historical Zent. As soon as that happened, the knowledge pouring in began to drill. Jürgenschmidt's history somehow pours in with bumps and holes.

To give you an example, where I could see the part of Zent lying ill asking one prince to inherit the gluthris height he had and open the border gates, the next coming in where another prince is stunned to say, "Gluthris height has disappeared". It is also difficult to determine if these two knowledge are not relevant or if the times are the same.

Somehow, I feel very sick and horrible that people are showing videos with bad radio conditions and interruptions, and that they are showing objects that connect a lot of movies without context.

Above all, the trouble is that this drilling does not just happen in the course of history. Some of the ritual methods that future generations of Zent have created to enrich their territory and their magic formations are partially anointed with black. Some of the rituals and magic formations I've seen on the tablet in the underground library are missing.

...... Ugh! I'll see it all without fighting it, so if you want to show it, show me the clarity! Because I care so much!

But my desperate wish did not come true.

The light that descends disappears, ending the running of knowledge that was being forced into your head. Like when I read a lot of books at once, my head was saturated with new knowledge. I mean, I'm kind of fluffy with my head.

"You took it well. Get some rest."

"Then I will rest sweetly in your words"

I fell asleep on the spot. Instead, it would have been more right that it was also hard to sit around feeling the core of my head creaking. Close your eyes a little. I feel like I'm shaking my head even as I fall asleep. My head is so messed up, I can't think about it. Still, given the whole knowledge that was supposed to be given, I somehow found that about 30% to 40% of the knowledge was lacking.

... you mean I couldn't take it?

I meant to take it all, but it didn't come with strength? I exhaled slowly, discouraged.

"How come Mestionora's knowledge has so much information about Zent and Aub, so little information about junior nobles and civilians? Do you know Master Airvermeen?

When I mouthed the question that floated in confusion, the answer came back from Airvermeen.

"For those who have more than a certain amount of magic among those who have obtained the Starp will join the wisdom of Mestionora when they become demonic stones"

Apparently, Mestionora's wisdom is something that gathers and updates the person's memory when Zent or Aub dies. Even though there is a lot of old information in reason, there has been very little information since the coup d 'état, and there is no information about the civilians.

And I rose up, holding on to my prickly head, and took the hair ornaments scattered upon the floor. Bring your hair together gently with a tweezer, like in civilian times. It's hard to solidify disappointingly with a hair conditioner, but it would be better than doing nothing.

"... Dear Air Vermein, I'm here to read a book. And yet, it's too bad I can't even read the book and what I've got is knowledge full of holes"

I am disappointed, and I prepare for my leisure time, stating my dissatisfaction. He wrapped a belt of leather that was lowering demonic stones and restorative drugs, and stuffed his own cleaved socks into a leather bag. You can't just leave this stuff here.

When I cleaned out the pieces of clothing, I took off the temple chief's costume once and made a simple armor with demonic stones over my skin. Brigitte remembered that she didn't need a bra.

... Ah, that feels good.

Wear clothes that expose your back heavily from above. If you cut in from the sides to the sides of your arms, you can manage to wear it. It looks like a high-waist piece, but it is essential for the skirt to swell and for the lace to be slightly visible from the temple chief's costume sleeve.

Then he put on the temple chief's costume and carefully retied his belt. It would feel a little decorative.

Finally, deform the demon stone to make shoes. This will not expose your bare feet. Although I only practice making things like armor shoes in lectures, it's better than walking barefoot, and I'm relieved that the ritual costumes are as long as hiding shoes.

"It's the first time I've ever spoken of it as a shame to get the wisdom of Mestionora, but that person would have gotten pretty much everything if it matched his previous memory? Just go with your previous knowledge."

The demon stone I took in my hand to make my shoes fell out of my hand with colloquy. Come on, I'm losing blood.

... I forgot! Different people problem!

"I have never met Master Airvermeen before, so I have no previous knowledge."

"... Isn't that the first time? That's just unforgettable."

This is the first time I've been told I can't forget. They say that in their natural faces, and I repeat that I am human again.

"What was it like to be here before?

"He's a rude fool."

"I'm not sure that's all. You said you didn't come on the regular road, but how were you there?

I asked in a public speaking mood until I was ready. As I listen while making shoes out of demonic stones, Airvermeen tells me a disrespectful intruder story.

Sounds like it's been over a decade. The coup d 'état was also back in the second half, when he said there were people who were going to tour all the temples, create a huge magic formation, and reach the source of Airvermeen.

That huge magic formation is usually what Airvermeen takes the shape of a person and needs to communicate with the gods. It is an essential magic formation to obtain the book of Mestionora. If that magic formation doesn't move, you won't be able to meet with Airvermeen. I was unable to meet with Airvermeen when I acquired the Starp or during the ritual of protection because the Magic Formation was not activated.

He put his magic into the statue of Mestionora in the library to get the magic formation, and the person he met with Golden Schmir was driven back when he was told, "I'm qualified, but the magic formation isn't working". But he said that the man did the divine work in the deepest part of the world, and instead of filling the magic formation with magic, he slammed a huge amount of magic from the sky into the magic formation.

"And they jumped in from this sky."

Airvermeen looked up with her upright unchanging posture. I look up with you, too. Apparently I was mistaken with an impolite fool who came down from a place to communicate with the gods.

"I won't do that. It's completely different."

... I've thought about how to move a giant magic formation and drop a giant demon stone, but I haven't executed it. Because I just decided it was dangerous.

"Surely there are those with similar magic powers"

The baby right after birth is pretty much the same magic as the mother, and they're pretty similar to a couple who are passionate about it. But if you grow up, even parents and children make a difference. Because mothers are less influenced by their husbands and often go back to their original colors, and the magic of their children is the criterion at birth. Even brothers seem to have the difference because the magic of their children is greatly influenced by the magic of their pregnant and child-bearing mothers.

That's why loving couples don't always have the same shade. Because the influence of each other's magic doesn't last that long.

"Even if the magic is similar, the name of the Supreme God that is being given cannot be the same. Now I'm different..."

There is no similarity in magic, and the names of the highest gods that are gaining are both the same. That's why I couldn't seem to recognize Airvermeen as someone else.

"Why did they get a stamp? The magic is so similar that no one will ever get the same name until the name of the Supreme God."

"Huh?... Maybe it's not because the House of Lords curriculum was being changed? It was in my freshman year that I gained my Starp, because I had not yet received the name of the Supreme God."

He must have been recognized as someone else with similar magic powers because he didn't get the name of the Supreme God. In other words, if I was in a curriculum to get a Starp after I got the name of the Supreme God, it's possible I didn't get a Starp because I thought I was the same person as someone else here.

... Wow, that was bad.

"Are you the one with the AVILLIBE mark?"

"... what the hell is that?

"It must be in the knowledge I gave you earlier. Embrace the book of Mestionora."

I roared small, when he told me to put out my own gluthrithheit and confirm it. You have to get the knowledge you need from that cluttered knowledge. I want a gluthris height with a search function.

I put out a stamp and close my eyes gently. And I thought of the book of Mestionora, which was in the hands of the Mestionora statue in the library. The magic team floats all over my brain at the same time as the book of Mestionora I want.

I already know the spell. Because there were so many zents chanting in the knowledge poured in.

"Gluthris Height"

Sturp makes the shape of the book of Mestionora. It's considerably smaller than the gluthris height that the statue of Mestionora had. It is a single book size that cannot be held with my one hand growing, tablet-type with an emphasis on search.

"The magic squares are a lot smaller, but so you can read the book of Mestionora?

"When it's bigger than this, it's hard to read. Uh, the kid with the AVILLEBE mark, right?

Put in search terms at your fingertips and try searching. Apparently, a child bearing the AVILLEBE mark refers to part of his eating. He says it's about the one who escapes from the hands of Averibe many times, even when he is dying, among the demons he was born among the civilians, and has a mass of magic that the dead man is supposed to have, even though he is alive.

... I unraveled the chunks with Yuleeve marinade, but you sure did.

Apparently, eating is a thin whole attribute, slightly bearing the attributes of the land where it was born. The attributes of the land seem to depend on the symbols of God inscribed on the border gates, and in Aerenfest the attributes of the wind are strong and easy to emerge: Classenburg for earth, Dunkelferger for fire, Arlensbach for darkness, Haufretze for water, Guillesenmeier for light, and center for life.

Incidentally, according to the book of Mestionora, Jürgenschmitt is formed in a magical formation that centers on the symbol of the God of life and seals the power of the God of life.

... Dear Air Vermeen, how much on earth do you hate Avery Be?

Aside from that sentiment, eating is a thin whole attribute because it is not affected by parental magic. You have to pray to the gods, gain protection, and make your own colors of magic. And when you marry with little or no attributes, you will now be influenced by your partner. Instead of affecting each other because they have very little color of their own, they are just influenced by each other. But it doesn't completely stain them. Over time, the effect of the opponent's magic gradually fades.

Except for a child with the AVILLIBE mark who, despite his life, has a mass of magic that the dead are supposed to have. It's like having a demon stone in your body, so when you can dye it completely, it stains almost completely. They're going to have a hard time diluting it even if they try to dilute it. They're going to have slightly thinner magic than their dyed counterparts.

... I mean, I, am dyed!? Master Ferdinand is dyeing you completely! Huh? That means Master Ferdinand was a rude, commonsense fool just now!? What were you doing!?

It's too full of new knowledge, it's a big deal in my head, but I'm going to turn a blind eye to more newly discovered facts than that.

"Do you have anything in mind?

I nodded cocklessly at the words of Airvermeen.

"I am like a child bearing the mark of Avery Be. Sometimes I've been dyed with magic. But it's someone else, after all. Even the gender is different. You can tell at a glance, right?

"There is no gender in magic"

... Oh my God!?

"So, but voices and tones..."

"Can someone tell themselves from another creature's female male by the way they voice or honk? I'm only reading their consciousness from the sound they emit."

Airvermeen told me that it was like distinguishing a female male from a dog or cat by their voice or way of ringing, and I was unwillingly convinced. That is certainly difficult.

And I realized that if it wasn't in the form of reading consciousness, they would have told me that I couldn't convey my will or give or receive my knowledge because the words were not the same old and present, and that it felt like I was talking with a translator between them. I could not feel the fine difference between a man's and a woman's words, and I learned from the appearance of Airvermeen that I was listening in a Ferdinand-like tone at will.

"Um, Master Airvermeen. So, if a child bearing the AVILLEBE mark is dyed before adulthood, does it have any impact or precautions?

I have trouble seeing people like this many times.

"There are few such peculiarities, so I can't say anything. Basically, it shouldn't be much different than being dyed by your parents."

... but I can't rely on it.

"The basics of their magic are just that person. If you marry and be influenced by another, your magic will change from one to the next. So, you're pretty sure it was the quinter that dyed that one?

To the words of Airvermeen I shook my neck to the side. I don't know anyone named Quinta.

"It was Master Ferdinand who dyed me."

"I don't know. Come here and touch me. See their memories."

When Airvermeen told me, I tried to get up and walk. In the meantime, I fell. Something's wrong with my body. This is going to be a big deal if we don't practice here for a bit and then go home.

"What are you doing?

"I suddenly grew up, so I didn't feel right."

"Right. Hurry up."

... No, no, listen to me! Who made it bigger without even asking me how convenient it is over here?

Flirting, I stood before Airvermeen. The height of my gaze is quite different from when I first got here. I touch my hand a little worried about where to touch it.

"I see. Were they dyed by Quinta's magic?"

"What is Quinta about Master Ferdinand?

"It's just like his original name is Mine."

Saying farewell, I said that I was impressed that Airvermeen could really see the memories, so that Airvermeen, who said "… it is convenient", would leave.

"What is convenient?

"He who did not seek knowledge himself, but reached here by extraordinary means, and resisted the acceptance of Mestionora's wisdom, and he is now sharing the Book of Mestionora"

Ferdinand has the part of the hole, Airvermeen said.

"Those who have the same magic as that and come from the regular path deserve better to have the Book of Mestionora"

Saying so, Airvermeen slowly began to return to the great white tree. Instead, I can get in and out of some of the garden where it starts, not just telling you to go home from there.

"... what does that mean?

"One who desires all wisdom. Kill that fool, and gain all knowledge from that demonic stone, but good. That way, they can be completely knowledgeable Zento."

"Wait a minute! I don't want that..."

I told Airvermeen that I was going back to the big tree more and more, but Airvermeen went back to the white big tree, and she stopped saying anything.

I stand alone in the garden of the beginning where the light plunges in from above, and I stare at the white great tree.

"I refuse."

I don't care if Airvermeen is listening or not. I told you to run, too.

"I want the knowledge to save Master Ferdinand, and I can't feel the value in the knowledge I gain by killing Master Ferdinand. I know from the bottom of my heart that I want to read all the books in this world, but I never just want knowledge."

... There are other ways to get Gluthris Heights.

I practiced walking only a little, making sure that I had not forgotten, and then followed the garden of beginnings.