Ascendance of a Bookworm

Due to its double bottom, I can't see the contents just by opening the bag and peeking from the top. Because I cannot take out what is hidden without cutting the bottom part, I will put out a stamp and chant "Messer" to shed more magic on the knife.

This leather bag is made of leather that does not pass through magic. It is made of the skin of a warcraft that plays magical powers other than its own. It's the same as a silver cloth in that it doesn't pass through magic, but a weapon made of Starp that uses more magic than a warcraft can cut it. Silver cloth doesn't pass through any strong magic, but a metal blade without any philosophy can cut it. There's a big difference.

"Wouldn't there be scratches on the contents around here?

Run the blade of the knife as far as possible towards the end. More magic is pouring in, so even a stroking force softly cut in.

"Leuken."

When I undeform and erase the starp, I try to get my hands on that slice quickly, thrilled. What the hell is Ferdinand hiding in this? The clammy feel touches my fingers. When I took it out, it was an oval mass of about five centimeters wrapped in white paper. Then I saw a small folded piece of paper.

And when I put a white chunk on the table, I will spread out the pieces of paper first. There was a Ferdinand lettering. Is it something I wrote in a hurry, a lot of the letters are broken.

"What? What? The contents of this paper are stones dedicated to the name of Quinta. I'll pick it up sooner or later, so I want you to leave it in your hidden room, out of the reach of the others without ever touching it... Not with this halfway treatment, but with a proper reception, Mr. Quinta's not pathetic."

Why do you keep it with me without taking my own name? The moment I thought... I remembered whose name Quinta was.

"Ah! Huh? Quinta wasn't Ferdinand's name!? Huh? Huh? So, what is this... a stone dedicated to Master Ferdinand's name? Wait a minute. Why write like someone else's..."

Why don't you hide it in the room where you keep your luggage in this hall? Why don't you manage such an important thing yourself? Is it hidden in the bottom of the leather bag that contained the recording magic equipment? If you don't have someone to dedicate in the first place, why did you make a stone of fame or something? One question after another just comes to my mind.

"Maybe he was giving his name to someone, but he gave it back? Hmm, I can't think of a situation where Master Ferdinand would give his name to someone, but I wonder if that line would be thick if he was building a stone dedicated to his name..."

Though I'm not sure of the circumstances, it seems true that I needed to make a stone of fame and that it is right in front of me.

It was still before Ferdinand got a stash room in Arlensbach when he was given this leather bag. I guess I didn't have a stash that seemed safe. Was it also a dangerous condition to have it yourself? Wasn't there anyone else I could keep? Why me by reason?

"Maybe Master Ferdinand trusts you? No, that's hard to think about. You can't expect me to know Master Ferdinand's real name from Master Airvermeen, so one way or another, he probably didn't seem to bother to touch the stone dedicated to the name of the stranger? Yeah, that sounds like it."

When I saw the chunks wrapped in paper, I felt indescribable. How dangerous a place is Arlensbach to feel that you can't even have your own stone at hand?

"I don't care if they keep this..."

unreliable chunks rolling with cologne just because I poked them with my fingers. There's a demonic stone in here that can hold Ferdinand's life and death.

"I've learned that Master Ferdinand's name is Quinta, and it's easy to take it away if you want to take it away from me, isn't it?... Well, I can't be prepared to bear Master Ferdinand's life, so I'll leave it like this"

No matter whose name it is, I can't accept it without any readiness. Plus, there's a note that says leave it untouched. All I have to do is keep it until Ferdinand comes to get it as a keeper. I decide that I did not see it and put the lump wrapped in paper back into the leather bag.

I can't take it cheaply, no matter whose stone it is, I must probably be acting as Ferdinand thinks I am. I feel manipulated like Ferdinand's good. I felt a little sorry for him, but I wasn't even very angry when I thought he was getting a piece of credit as someone who could keep such an important thing.

... I have no choice, so I'll keep it for you. So come and get it quickly.

From then on, the days pass as we build battle-specific shmills and magic equipment that seems to be available for battle, call everyone in the orphanage for evacuation training, and register book information with the address.

Ultimately I made three battle specialty shmills that fight back against both attacks: magic and physics. In order to guard the gates of the three temples, they begin to recognize the Lord with demonic stones that the gatekeepers will hold.

According to Haltmoot, who helped me create Schmir, "There are quite a few people who can make it because it is a magic tool that requires all attributes for precious and high-quality materials and creators to create it". Haltmut and Clarissa, who are all attributes for giving their names to me, but who gained the protection of the kinship God by re-obtaining the protection, were able to make a critical one, but Clarissa had too few attributes to make one.

I succeeded in saving quite a bit of magic by not letting it talk and specializing in features, so the creation works with less magic for me to use anyway. I thought it was perfect, but less seems to be my standard and they say, "I found it useful, but don't move it as much as possible except in an emergency". It was always left at the gate with the gatekeeper to activate when someone came to the temple gate or when a rescue signal to the Knights went up at the gate of the lower town.

Winter mitzvahs came to an end as we caged in the workshop and made preparations, and spring baptisms approached. Kamil is to come to the temple for this christening ceremony. It's Camille's christening ceremony, where I couldn't even see her all the time. Naturally, I was strained.

"I will perform the ritual during the Spring Baptism."

"Sister Rosemaine, shouldn't you go out in public as much as possible? I'll do my best. Winter mitzvahs are ready..."

Merhior did do the winter mitzvah splendidly using magical caged demon stones. I find that very amazing in itself. Feeling grown up, I am very proud of you as a sister. But I'm not giving up the Spring Baptism ceremony. It is I who bless you at Camille's baptismal ceremony.

"… is the last ritual I can perform at Aerenfest. Hey, Merhior. Please, don't let me do this."

"The Last Rite on Sister Rosemaine, is it?"

"Yeah, that's right. I want to give the Aerenfest civilians one final blessing before we travel."

Desperately persuade Merhior or Haltmut to push the virginity of Aerenfest forward. I also asked my adoptive father to win my right to perform my last ritual as temple chief at the Spring Baptist Ceremony.

"I feel so lonely when I think this is the last time I can dress Rosemayne in a ritual costume."

That's what Monica and Nicola said while wearing a ritual costume. I grew up wearing a ritual costume in the temple until the end of my everyday reuse, so I have no hesitation in the hands of the two of them wearing it. I think you've gotten used to it, considering you've been taking a long time to successfully get to your growing body for a while.

"Have you finished wearing your costume for the ritual of Filine?

"Vilma took care of that one. Master Filine is a blue witch apprentice, so I think it's time to head to the chapel."

I gave up my costume for the ritual during my blue witch apprenticeship to Filine, who had to go to the prayer ceremony and from now on had to act as a blue witch apprentice. Looks like I fixed it and the length fits beautifully. The Rosemaine workshop crest remains on it, but I was told it was good as it was, so I leave it there.

"Master Rosemayne is ready for you."

Okay, let's go.

Fran leads us to the prayer room. As soon as I grew up, I also walked faster. But apparently it's a habit, and Fran looks back a little to see how fast it is. It was around my head when my gaze was small. "You don't need to walk together anymore," laughed Fran, gazing up like it wasn't.

Because I have grown up, and soon I will be away from Aerenfest. The back of my nose hurts twinkly at Fran's words, which have two meanings caged in them.

"... it's hard to leave"

"Today is Master Rosemaine's last ritual. Please confirm with your own eyes the changes Master Rosemayne has made."

"What I brought, is it?

Fran stands in front of the prayer room door and looks back slowly.

"The greys, who had been pushed into orphanages as those who did not need them, got jobs, got a meal and became the ones who supported Aerenfest's industry. Somehow the civilians who were visiting the temple began to pray seriously by having real blessings. For each reason, the nobles now enter the temple as normal. With Lord Merhior as the next temple chief, it was assured that the clan of lords would defend the temple. And now the lord is moving to protect the temple and the lower town."

After the departure of Ferdinand, who was neglected by Veronica and driven to the temple, and of Melchior, the fruitful son of the lord, it is of great significance that he guards the temple and becomes its head.

"Temple Chief, enter!

Fran opened the door to match the voice heard from the prayer room. Sent out with a gentle smile, I step into the prayer room with the Scriptures in my arms.

I found the little children staring at me with a pocan face. I must have said, "I heard you were a tiny temple chief, but you're not tiny!" But you think. It's just a little fun to think about that.

I slowly move on with my legs, but I think the heads of the kids lined up a lot below my gaze, small and cute. Normally that's what I felt made me really big.

"Dear Rosemaine,"

Haltmoot offered his hand, naturally. Now that I'm older, I can go up the stairs even if I have the Bible, but I won't have the whereabouts of the hand I gave you. I gave the Holy Scriptures to Hartmoot, escorted up to the altar.

"... ah"

I don't need a stepping stone in front of the altar anymore, but it's ready. When Haltmoot placed the scripture on the altar, he pushed the stepping stone backwards with a bitter smile.

If I stood in front of the altar and looked around in the prayer room, I could feel Fran's words even if I didn't like them. The blue apprentices who enter the dormitory if they wish because they have entered the House of Lords have chosen to live in the temple on the grounds of increased protection and coziness. Merhior, near Merhior, and Filine were aligned in blue costumes.

The grey clerics, who were watching the children with a slightly harsh face during their own baptismal ceremony, are proudly lined up with their breasts. The children to be baptized also had a sloppy atmosphere with no shards, facing straight forward with a slightly nervous face.

Feeling the change in divinity, I run my gaze in search of Kamil.

... Kamil, where is it?

Camill must be behind us because the millionaire kids are coming in front of us. Looking for it with a little vision boost, it was relatively easy to find.

... Kamil. That's Camille!

He has blue hair that is very similar to his father's, and although he can feel boyish activism, his face is similar to his old touri. I knew right away because I was in line with the kids in the neighborhood. Only one person has a slightly better posture because he is educated to become an apprentice at the Plantan Chamber of Commerce and stands out because he has phosphorous, glossy hair.

... My mother uses dyed cloth instead of embroidery.

Even though it is baptismal sundress to edge with embroidery on white, her mother wraps around the edges with a cloth she has dyed. He was pushing for a new Aerenfest dye, while seeing his connection to me. I've never seen Kamil face to face. I think he thought I'd soon find out Kamil, too.

... but I'm sure it will be fashionable to edge it with a dyed cloth after next year in a different way than my mother intended.

Making edge decorations with dyed cloth must be very welcome for mothers who don't like embroidery. If I were you, I'd say, "This is a new epidemic. I'm not clueless because my lord's daughter was exclusive," I think I'll definitely imitate for a reason.

While I felt the beginning of such an epidemic, divinity began. Let us read and hear the stories of the Scriptures, teach us how to pray, and give blessings.

"O Fruitraine, goddess of water, hear my prayer, and bless the birth of a new child, and offer them their thoughts, their prayers and their gratitude, and their holy protection."

The green light of blessing overflowed a bit more, but I can't help it. This is still many times better than the last thing I did to you at Thuri's mitzvah. Patience is not good for you.

… Let's make excuses for Merhior and the others because this is the last blessing I can give to the civilians of Aerenfest.

At the end of the blessing, the door is opened for the children to exit by the gray clerics. There was a whole family at the wide open door. I have a father, a mother and a touri, and for some reason Lutz is with me.

I saw my father, my mother and Rutz grow up and I could see them circling my eyes. I'm not surprised at Tulli's face seeing him near me once. Either, "Look, you're right about me, right?" But you look so good at what I said.

After my father and mother looked at me and circled their eyes, they laughed with joy. It's not that I find rapid growth creepy, it's the face of my parents who rejoice in my growth. The back of my chest warmed up.

"You don't have to come all this way!

Camill walked away on a fast foot, embarrassed to say. Lutz laughs and lifts his gaze as he taps Camille's head gently, "Okay," waves gently at me. I put up with wanting to wave back my hand and I just keep my smile deeper.

... It's far away.

I'm terribly far and sad that I can't get into a family circle celebrating Camille's baptism, even if I know it.

... even the touch of such a distance is the last, isn't it?

If you go to the center, even such trivial exchanges are not easy. He stares at the door, which was closed tightly when all the children left the room, and exhales softly.

"Dear Rosemaine, give me your hand."

Haltmoot, who knows about my family, dated me without saying anything until the end. Step down from the altar with your own hands on top of the offered hand, and I will leave the prayer room.

"Dear Rosemayne, Ordonanz is here from the castle"

The escort knights, who had refrained from outside the prayer room, are lined up with harsh faces. Brother Cornelius stepped forward and opened his mouth.

"They will begin a prayer ceremony schedule and discuss the defense of Aerenfest with the Lords clan. Lady Rosemayne and Lady Merhior were asked to bring one escort knight, one civilian and one side service at a time."

I can't even seem to afford to immerse myself in sentiment with my last ritual, contact with my family. I gaze with Melchior, and nod one. I can't easily leave the temple now. We'll need to see who we leave behind and if the Temple's defense is fine. You can't risk your town or your temple.

"There are three people I will take to the meeting: Cornelius, Haltmut and Lieselator. We will have four escort knights, Dermuel, Angelica, Mathias and Laurenz, and Philine, the orphan dean, waiting in the temple so that we can respond when something happens. Call Leonore and Eudit to escort you to the castle."

"Ha!"