Ascendance of a Bookworm

"If there's any other Royalty of Lanzenave besides Leonzio, we'd better hurry. We're going to the workshop, Rosemaine."

"Huh? Aren't we going to hear everyone's report today...?

"It's decided later. Tell everyone to report to us so we can make it Justox and Haltmoot."

Until dinner was ready, I was to be caged in the workshop that was given to Ferdinand. Ferdinand's room given away to the west remains ruined and messed up by Lanzenave. There are scratches over there, scattered with destroyed objects. Looking around the room, I glanced.

"That sounds awful."

"We just had to get the rest of the baggage out of the room."

"The luggage that Master Ferdinand was safe to rest in a separate room has already been moved by Zergius, and the luggage he brought in from Aerenfest has been placed in that room to be ready. I didn't expect to use the workshop in such a hurry."

In the luggage received by transfer from Aerenfest, Yustox looks powerless as he carries the crate containing the material taken out of the library workshop on the wagon. Brother Cornelius, who was walking behind me, raises his voice.

"Wait, Master Ferdinand! Are you and Master Rosemaine going to be caged in a hidden room? I can't agree that there's two of us, no matter how much. At least have an escort knight or a civilian to help you prepare."

"Whoever wants to come in should do as he pleases. We don't have time, we're in a hurry. Stay out of my way."

Ferdinand receives the wagon from Justkus and just walks into the stash room. Brother Eckhardt stopped in front of the stash room and stood to escort him on the spot, squeezing his jaw just saying, "Just get in". I go into the hidden room with a snort.

... I think Master Ferdinand's hidden room was limited by the amount of magic.

That's what happened to the Temple's hidden room. I do not believe that the same restrictions have been placed on the hidden rooms of Arlensbach, which are often alarming. After I entered the den, Brother Cornelius and the Guardian waited for me to come in. Again, nobody comes in.

"... Dear Ferdinand, Though Brother Cornelius seems to have been played?

"What else?"

Even as I said that, the magic equipment for contacting me from outside the hidden room glowed shiny, and Brother Cornelius's voice echoed.

"Dear Ferdinand, please lift the restrictions immediately!

"No. Make sure they get magic up here. Eckhardt, if you make too much noise, tie it up. Don't call me till dinner."

Ferdinand turned to me when he said so to the magic apparatus that conveyed his outside voice and broke up the conversation.

"Rosemaine, come here. I want to check it out while there are no loud people. It's more important than anything to keep track of your current situation."

With a light mention of something quite awful, Ferdinand began the usual medical examination by touching my forehead and wrist. "Isn't it a lot better to fix it," Ferdinand mutters dissatisfied, confirming various things.

"Oh, isn't that where you get praised for being so aristocratic?

When he pointed his lips out that it was outside his heart to complain about being good at fixing it, Ferdinand gently twisted his cheeks and said he was "good".

"I don't feel complimented at all..."

"The magic is more unstable than I expected. Isn't this instability also responsible for the flow of magic during prayer? You don't have to pray on a scale that jumps out of the city to mourn the dead or heal the soldiers."

"We just offered prayers to mourn the dead, including our enemies and allies, and healing the soldiers just didn't know the right amount because they had their eyes closed"

Ferdinand said in my words, "Do I need to mourn my enemies?" and looked at me with an unpleasant face.

"... even if Jürgenschmidt didn't have that kind of common sense, I wanted to"

"It's that habit over there..."

That's Ferdinand. Talk fast.

"I'm not saying the Virgin's behavior is bad, but beware of the amount of magic. Healing to civilians without magic is excessive, and vice versa. Close your eyes and stop healing."

"... was that such a terrible amount?

"It was likely to spread throughout the city"

It may be because I wanted to heal everyone who fought at Aerenfest, but it could have been excessive if I had seen it from around me.

"Now you can't even suck out swollen magic with demon stones, so it's safer to release it in prayer..."

They say the danger to the surroundings is increasing when the magic becomes unstable due to the growing body on top of the disappearance of a mass of magic by Yurevé. Ferdinand peeks at me with a difficult face with a wrinkle carved between his brows.

"Insomnia, loss of appetite, fear of demonic stones...... Do you have any other symptoms of consciousness?

"There are no more conscious symptoms in particular. I wish I could manage to be afraid of demon stones..."

Ferdinand keeps a tough face, asking one question after another: what demonic stones are you afraid of, under what circumstances do you feel the most fearful, does Sturp look fine but is there any other magic equipment you can use?

"I'm most afraid of raw stones that are completely unprocessed. You're Ordnants later. Seeing it go from the shape of a creature to a demonic stone, it felt like the battle was flowing to my head at once..."

"Hmm. Is Sturp okay because he doesn't look like a demon stone? Speaking of which, you had your eyes closed when you used the Fruitraine wand. Don't you like having demon stones on it, even if it's something that changed Starp?

"... I felt a little sick in the process of thinking with my head, so I tried not to look"

"But it looks like you can use magic equipment if you don't get into your sight. How about this one?

They give me nuts, and I lean my neck. Isn't the nut rolling over the palm of your hand Charlaup?

"The material itself is fine. Try magic on this. I want to see if I can touch it if I know the original material"

My hands start shaking when I'm told to build my own demon stone. Ferdinand took my hand and urged me to sit on the bench. When I grip the fruit of Charlaup, I sit back on a hard seated bench for a long time. I felt that the fruit in my hand claimed an odd presence.

"Um, Master Ferdinand. Me..."

I slap my shoulder to encourage Ferdinand to sit next to me and say, "If you think it's impossible, you can throw out the fruit of Charlaup, or you can close your eyes". I have a face much closer than before because I grew up. Ferdinand's light golden eyes looked at me worried.

"That's kind of sweet. If it was a long time ago, wouldn't you be mad at me for asking you to hurry?

If I were to decide that it was necessary even if I fell ill or continued insomnia, I wouldn't think it was Ferdinand who was making me do it like a ghost. When I divulged my honest thoughts, I said, "Do you prefer to be harsh?," he said. There is no annihilation.

"I chose a central breakthrough and made saving the Knights of Gerlach a priority, knowing that even you were vulnerable to the loss of blood and life. This is the result. As a nobleman to learn fear of demonic stones, I was to bear a fatal weakness.... I hope you recover as much as I have sweetened the response a little, but isn't that so easy?

Ferdinand strokes my head hesitantly. Shoulder strength fell out only slightly on clumsy hands.

"The Knights of Gerlach were saved because you made up your mind to act together, and because you were able to break through the centre and rendezvous with widespread healing magic. Don't forget that."

"... Yes"

As I worked my magic, the fruits of Charlaup began to turn into yellow demonic stones. My body is getting really hard.

"It's demon nuts, Rosemaine. This is the fruit of Charlaup. It's not scary."

That's what Ferdinand called me, but it's the demon stone in my eyes. I could have transformed the material into a demon stone, but I was afraid of the situation holding the demon stone, and I flushed it to beat the magic out of me as it was. Charlaup's fruit was quickly goldened.

"Ki, it looks like you can make gold powder, so you can give it to your adoptive father to repair the Gerlach Hall."

"You don't have to make such a shitty laugh in the stash room. Sorry to scare you, but I could confirm what I wanted to confirm for the first time. You take your pills and rest until I'm ready."

When Ferdinand, who stood up, weighed the medicine that was in the cupboard and gave it to me, he began to take out, line up, and prepare for the preparation of the mess. There seems to be no doubt that he was telling Brother Cornelius that there is no time, and he has no hesitation at all in his hands.

Seeing Ferdinand take out a bunch of paper, I smell the medicine handed to me. I smelled different from the recovery pills I usually take.

"What medication, this?

"It's a medicine you treasure when you have to, even if you don't want to. How can you not get your hands on Earlensbach's meal after this? Drink."

Eating Arlensbach dishes with plenty of spices in their current physical condition looks spicy. I remember the "good food for my body" served after two days of sleep, and I honestly decided to take my pills.

"Where is Master Dietrinde now? You can't even go into the dorm, you can't go back to the Lanzenave hall, can you?

"... in the Lanzenave hall there is a princess who heads to the outhouse and a transfer formation used by the child who will be king. If you used the transfer team in the Lanzenave hall, wouldn't you be staying in Adalziza's outhouse? That detached house is in the House of Lords. It's a great way to get Gluthris Heights."

At the time they accepted Adalziza, Zent didn't want to prepare their home in the central land where they lived.

"How did Master Ferdinand know that?

"It's pouring in on its own. It would be nice if your Bible did not have those descriptions. You don't need to know."

Apparently, the knowledge I've been pouring in when I got the book of Mestionora. I will check my book of Mestionora. I found no description of the Adalziza relationship to the point that it was not an exaggeration at all.

"I want to write down your knowledge here"

Ferdinand moved a low table in front of the bench, placing a large amount of paper as a dosadosa. Much is written in the Devil's Paper which I have sent. Given that I'm going to make a book, my mind came up a little bit.

"Gluthris Height"

When Ferdinand sat next to me and gave out his book of Mestionora, he opened it bah. Now that the great book has been opened, I will make myself available next door and peek in. The letters came to mind. But this one's holed up.

"Rosemaine, look for this part of the description from your book of Mestionora."

Ferdinand was told to point to the perforated part and look for a "description of the border gates". I will put out my own book of Mestionora and search. In the meantime, Ferdinand reaches out to the table and puts his eyes through several pieces of paper, taking one with the description of the hole in his hand.

"This is it."

Comparing the description that appeared in my book of Mestionora with Ferdinand's open book of Mestionora, I made sure that there was no mistake. As Ferdinand looks at my book of Mestionora, he writes to fill the hole in the description found in the Devil's Paper in his hand. Though my hands are quick to write, it will be hard to write all this.

"Dear Ferdinand, how about photographing it on this demonic paper in Coppe? Wouldn't it be hard to write it all down?

"... It helps to be able to shorten the time, but can you?

"Phew, don't look"

I lay my fingertips on the Book of Mestionora, designating the beginning and the end.

"Copy citepettan!"

"Rosemaine, letters are not the right size"

"Oh, that?

I have never copped before in the form of filling blanks where something has already been written. Couldn't pet it just the right size to copy the letters.

"Heh, it's inconsistent, but you can read it, right?

"Not beautiful"

"... right? That's exactly what I thought."

Suddenly the size of the letters changes, so I find it not beautiful to look at and, to be honest, difficult to read.

"It's not very beautiful, but I can manage to read this part even if the size of the letters is different because it's only letters. But the magic formation won't be complete without a connection unless it's the right size. Then I'm in trouble. I can't use your new magic."

"Hey, wait a minute. I'll try and see if I can zoom in or out."

"I thought you said you didn't have time. It's faster to write your own."

Ferdinand put a light cut on Coppell.

"It's supposed to be quite useful. Don't cut it off so easily"

"I didn't cut it off anything else. It would be better if we studied it later. He says we don't have time for this right now."

"I developed it to reduce time!

Wouldn't it be too sad if it didn't help here? Claiming how useful it was, Ferdinand turned his book of Mestionora to me in a manner that seemed troublesome.

"Then try to see if you can copy the contents of your Bible into my Bible. It would be very helpful if I could do that because it would be cumbersome for me to show you one thing at a time. But if you can't, give it up this time."

"Okay. Let's try it. Copy citepettan!"

I copped to the Bible of Ferdinand. I'll try to petten it so that the earlier blanks fill. The magic sucked with the letters all the time.

"Done! It's done, Master Ferdinand! The size of the letters is perfect, and it feels completely filled with knowledge."

Wouldn't this help? and when I looked at Ferdinand with anticipation, he looked harsh with his arms around him so that Ferdinand could think of something.

"Convenient..."

"Is there a problem?

After Ferdinand thought it over a bit, he slowly stood up and brought two cylinders like test tubes.

"I know it's very convenient and it makes sense to shorten the time...... can you just drink this and this before you do?

"What is it, this?

"I've had a drink before. Drink it and you'll see."

I'll try it without knowing. The first one I took was sweet and easy to drink compared to the recovery pills, but it tasted like something I had never taken before. To be honest, I'm not sure. But I found out the second one. It's the medicine they gave me as a first aid when my magic ran out.

"I wasn't sure about the first one, but I knew when the second one was a pill I took. But I have enough magic right now..."

"I wasn't sure? Right. Well, good. Fill in all the parts you can see now."

Ferdinand shook his head gently to get in the mood, phew. Once he exhaled loudly, he rolled the page like he had regained his mind. I see it, I search it, I copy the contents. That repeat.

"... Dear Ferdinand, Are you alright though you seem kind of ill?

While copping as it is shown, I observe Ferdinand sitting next to me. He's kind of holding his head, rubbing his arms off, something's wrong with Ferdinand.

"You don't have to worry about me."

"I care! It doesn't matter what you think.... Ah! You haven't been busy since you got that poison, have you? It is better to prioritize rest over scripture making…"

"Cornelius is at that rate. It is also possible that you will not be able to enter the hidden room next time. If I had finished copying just what I needed for work, I could make it myself later. Prioritize this one now."

There's only time until dinner, and I keep copping as I'm told. Copy Citepettan, Copy Citepettan.

"If this is all for one second, I can handle it later by myself. There are processes that deal with magic stones."

By the time Coppei was finished, Ferdinand seemed to be at ease.