Ascendance of a Bookworm

While I'm listening to Eudit and Filine, my hair is tied by Leezerator and Greater, and I'm done dressing.

... Are you sure it's over?

A strange anxiety spread through my chest when I heard that Schmir and the others had defeated the Graozam that we were supposed to have defeated. I have a slightly blue face in the mirror. I got up and immediately wanted to go check on the lower town and the temple.

"Dear Rosemaine, may I include the men's proximity? Though there seems to be Darmuel and Rhoderich."

Laurenz is standing outside the door and Angelica is protecting the inside of the door. The other escort knights seem to be heading back to their rooms to get dressed. The reseller asked me as I told them what was going on at the sides.

"Yep. I want to hear about Darmuel."

"It worked great."

Leezerator left the room once, laughing with Kus, and went to get the two of us. Rhoderich and Darmuel come in. Roderich apparently took some note, holding a paper and a pen with letters all the way down the road. Were you listening to Darmuel?

"Welcome back, Master Rosemaine"

"I'm back now. Darmuel, you protected the Gutenbergs, didn't you? Besides, I heard everyone was helped by Dermuel's Ordnants. Thank you. I know."

Darmuel lets her gaze wander slightly with a face she doesn't know how to react, only saying "It's an honor". As always, I seem to have a low opinion of myself. Laughing a little at the Darmuel appearance, I urged Darmuel to report.

"Dermuel, I hear the West Gate has been raided. What is the damage?"

"Yes, I did. Some West Gate soldiers have been injured, but no one has been seriously injured. It seems significant that we were able to prepare in advance by Ordnants of Brigitte"

"Are you Brigitte's Ordnants?

An unexpected name emerged, though reassured by the absence of serious injuries. When I blinked, Dermuel nodded, "Please go to Brigitte for any compliments or rewards concerning the advance communication."

"It seems that Brigitte wasn't me and was really going to send it to Master Rosemaine. But since Lady Rosemayne, Angelica and Cornelius had left Aerenfest, they sent it to me because the Ordnants didn't wing."

Darmuel opens her mouth and says, "Why can't I send you in this difficult time!?" She received an Ordnants. Brigitte's Ordnants content was "an Irkner lumber dealer carrying trees to Risegang by boat saw unusual people like nobles trying to get on the boat at Risegang," he said. They named themselves travellers. They were apparently an atmospheric group that the travellers didn't see because of their great attitude and language.

"It just seemed like a nobleman's patience, and everyone didn't want to get involved, so they watched it far-fetched without saying anything, but the organization was obviously floating. When the lumber dealer returned to Ilkner, he reported that the Geebe knights were in the midst of alerting themselves to an invasion from another realm and gathering information on a strange group."

When one knight first received that contact, Irkner said he had already been invaded by the knights of old Berkeshtock and was in the midst of Geebe requesting reinforcements from Aub. They delayed the report as the knights jumped out, holding out until reinforcements arrived. Brigitte heard the story from the knight on the battlefield and immediately tried to send Ordonanz to me, but he couldn't seem to send it.

... I'm sorry, Brigitte.

Darmuel contacted the Knights with information from Brigitte and immediately contacted Risegang, he said. "When will the ship out of Risegang arrive at the dock west of Aerenfest," he said. The response from Risegang was "depending on the weather, it seems to be around the four bells," and Darmuel sent Ordnants everywhere to call for vigilance and evacuate the Gutenbergs.

"I got information on that lumber dealer. From the ship that arrived at the dock a short time before the four bells rang, they came out with Voorhenil and weaved their silver capes."

Although I had requested an increase in the number of knights at the time I got the information that I might use the ship, there were more Volchenilles than I expected. For that reason, Dermuel said he had asked other knights for backup or to fly the Ordnants at the start of the battle.

"The other knights at the West Gate informed the soldiers at the gate of the dangers of Voorhenil and entrusted them with the task of throwing filth to make them take off their capes."

Put together a silver cloak and a dirty attack by the soldiers burst as they tried to enter the gate. All of a sudden they were thrown dirt by the civilians. They were fierce, releasing Volchenil and putting out Starp, apparently. At the next moment, the knights, who were hiding in the shadows so as not to alarm them or escape, jumped out simultaneously and defeated them from those with the stapes, Darmuel tells them of the battle.

"Speaking of which, Gunter, the chief of the West Gate squad, made me whisk."

My stomach area was queasy that my father's name came up. "What happened?" and asks anxiously. Did you even get some kind of absurd injury? Since it is a hiatus, could it have been avoided even though it was dangerous?

"There weren't enough knights against Volchenil, and one hit a soldier. Beat that Volchenil, like this, with a small hand of metal..."

Dermuel holds his arm and waves, demonstrating how his father was beaten by Volchenil.

"... Um, did a civilian soldier beat up on Voorhenil?

"What are you going to do to our men, you dog colo! and yelling dokah..."

Darmuel says it like his father's martial arts tradition, but Voorhenil is a warcraft that is attacked by magic forces that change it to size. Recklessly.

"Dermuel, you really don't have any serious injuries at the West Gate, do you?!? There are no serious injuries, but there are no dead!

When I turned bright blue to my worst anticipation, Darmuel shook his head sideways, grinning bitterly with a troubled face.

"There are no dead. The moment Gunter was beaten up and Volchenil devoured Gunter's arm, Rosemayne's amulet was activated."

"Huh?"

"Volchenil blew up. So Gunter, knowing the power of the amulet, was only impotent about the number of amulets he had kept and worn from his family."

Blurring that Darmuel wanted to scold me, "Wouldn't it make me unable to keep my promise to Master Rosemayne if I were more impotent," I felt like digging a hole on the spot and filling it.

… that, our father, is very sorry for the inconvenience.

"Even the temple seemed to make a scene, so the West Gate seemed to be a positive move, but I think we could have stopped the suspicious from entering the city. Gunter eventually kicked two Voorhenilles, then, Graozam, a former Geebe Gerlach, and stabbed him in the stop with a amulet. I was impotent, but the feat is real. Would you advise Aub to consider rewarding the soldiers at the West Gate?

Because I am more certain than I wish through the Knights, Darmuel said. I don't mind asking for a reward at all. I think the soldiers need it, but I also think Darmuel will need it.

...... but graozam again? Now your father knocked you down?

When I frowned, Eudit said, "Wait a minute!" He raised his voice.

"It was the shmills of the temple who stabbed Graozam with a stop. I checked with this eye. Didn't Darmuel see it wrong?

Eudit, who had talked to me about the battle of the temple until earlier, stares at Darmuel with disgruntled faces as if he had been deprived of his handles.

"No, it must have been Graozam's face"

Dermuel didn't seem to feel good either if he told me he was looking at his enemies incorrectly, and he objected to Eudit. And I will strike the bread, and the hand, and break between them, and enter.

"Let's stop, both of us. According to Matthias, Graozam has shadow fighters. Before returning to the castle, it was also Graozam who defeated me and Matthias in the Battle of Gerlach."

"Huh?"

The proximities who were on the spot outside Angelica turn their eyes and look at me. Speaking of which, just listening to everyone, I didn't tell my own story in particular.

"Um, Master Rosemaine. Preparing shadow fighters is not easy. Magic colors vary from individual to individual…"

"... if you don't hate outrageous things because it takes a lot of sacrifices, there's no way at all."

Graozam should have had a subordination pact with a bunch of eating soldiers. Dyeing your eating without the attributes of magic that you take over from your parents is not that difficult. And although there is a very high probability of death, it is not impossible to create someone with the AVILLEBE mark.

"There seems to be no doubt that there is a second or third glaozam. I will no longer be surprised if anyone else has defeated Graozam besides us. Instead, I am worried that there will be a second or third Master Georgine"

The sides were aligned and the complexion changed. If Georgine, defeated in the temple, is fake, there is a chance he will come out from now on.

"Give my adoptive father the Ordnants. Let's see if you've really defeated Master Georgine or if you're sure of it in person."

I blow my anxiety into the Ordnants and fly. Immediately my adoptive father replied, "Definitely in Georgine himself".

"To be exact, being flown from the Temple to the White Tower in a transfer formation is a fake, and it's the real thing that I stabbed a stop between the foundations.... also took back the treasure that had been taken. No matter what the rest of the party tries to do, they won't deprive you of your foundation."

Even the Knights are able to grasp information about multiple Graozams and Georgine crusades. Apparently, there's nothing like being deprived of the foundations during a feast. I stroke down my breasts in reply from my adoptive father. If Aub met face-to-face between the foundations and regained the Biblical key, it would be a little reassuring.

Ordonanz, who repeated the same word three times, falls back to the yellow Demon Stone and on hand. Even though it was the usual sight I was used to seeing, for some reason my neck muscles were hitting me, the pain ran around my stomach, my hands trembled and I lost my demon stone to my hand.

"Dear Rosemayne, what has happened to you?

Rezelator, who picked up the demonic stone I had removed, looks at me strangely. I smile and stand up, staring at my fingertips, "Nothing".

"Isn't it time for the six bells to ring?

"Not yet, Master Rosemaine. The small hall will be very busy getting ready right now. Six bells ringing and we're supposed to head slowly after we hear from you in Ordnants."

"Really..."

When I was thinking about the busy little hall, I heard a small, bell-ringing noise. Greater Tier opens the door and invites the neighbors back into the room after finishing their personal duties.

"Thank you for waiting, Master Rosemaine"

"We're all back, and if the little hall is busy, maybe we can help you, Lieselator"

Rezelator shook his head sideways as he attempted to head to the small hall with the proximities returning from his discipline.

"Lady Rosemaine, please rest a little longer....... I also hear you slept in Arlensbach. You must be tired.

"Sure, I'm tired, but I can't stand still."

Rezelator looked around at my side and turned into a slightly troubled face.

"Master Rosemaine is a useful actor in this battle. A lot of customers will want to talk to Master Rosemaine. I think it's more important to have a little rest now than to prepare for the small hall, or to think about how to impress the guests, and prepare yourself, Master Rosemayne."

... the way customers talk to each other?

I wasn't thinking about that at all. He thought it would be centered on his adoptive father who stabbed Georgine and the knights who defended the temple and fought at the West Gate. Clarissa smiled and stretched her chest when I looked back to talk to the neighbors.

"If it's Rosemayne's work, I can tell you as much as I want. Especially how Arlensbach's rituals are at sea, where I'm best at seeing them all from a position where they can all be seen."

Normally I'd caution against "stop" or "don't say anything extra," but I felt like I'd rather leave it to Clarissa than deal with it myself.

"Master Rosemaine?

"... it's nothing. We'll leave tonight's customers to Clarissa and Haltmut. There are too many things I haven't been able to sort my head out yet… I can't put them into words."

It feels weird to be wearing a thin cloth on my memory, like I'm wearing a white cloth on my head right now. If anyone wants to talk, I want to leave it to them.

"Then leave it to me. So much so that I don't have to ask Master Rosemayne questions."

Very conveniently, Hartmoot laughed at Nicole and undertook. When I nod, Brother Cornelius changes his complexion and peeks into my face. A pitch-black eye containing haste said, "Are you insane?," he said.

"Rosemaine, are you sure it's good? You'll regret it soon enough."

"Oh, Brother Cornelius can talk about your martial arts and distract you from your interests."

When I laughed huffily, Brother Cornelius shook his head sideways saying, "That's not what I meant".

"Haltmoot and Clarissa can talk all they want, and if the Dunkelferger people agree or give more details, Mother will surely rejoice. Now you're telling me you're gonna feed on me?

"Um, Brother Cornelius. All I did was fight. It won't be a love story. If you're a mother, are you tired of love stories, and you want to write knight stories as well?

If so, this feast will be just fine for the interview, as a few Dunkelferger knights have also come as escort knights for Master Hannelore. You should be able to hear a lot of stories from a lot of knights. When I said that, Brother Cornelius muttered, "There is no way your mother will ever get tired of a love story," and was dismayed.

... right? It also looks like the passion for love stories is empowering year after year.

When I agree with Brother Cornelius in my heart, unlike Brother Cornelius, who has become a tired face from before the feast, I show Ba and I the paper that Lauderich was holding with his burnt tea eyes shining.

"I have heard a lot about this battle and would like to use it for a sequel to new knight and ditter stories. Your martial arts are very welcome."

While everyone was laughing at Rhoderich's intentions to put on the feast, only Hartmoot put his hand on his chin to think of something.

"Then why don't we leave it up to Roderich to ask questions about your martial arts heritage next to Lord Rosemayne? I think it's good enough to distract the customer."

"I can't believe Haltmoot left Lord Rosemayne next door to Rhoderich... Could it also be a fever?

Six bells rang when Darmuel nodded loudly when Philine said that to Haltmoot with a face that looked terribly worried.