Ascendance of a Bookworm

The moment I closed my tight eyes, my sense of equilibrium went crazy. My body is leaning and I'm captured by a strange floating sensation. Shortly afterwards, he was attracted for a long time and scolded with a whispering "Don't blur, fool". Ferdinand's voice. In the meantime, I decided to stick to the arm that was catching me.

That's it! The moment I thought, I fell down shyly. It felt like I fell out of bed sensibly, not much tall. But I was completely out of shape because of my floating senses, so I struck all over my body. with Ferdinand's armor.

"Geez!?

When I opened my eyes, all I could see was Ferdinand's armor. Apparently I fell over Ferdinand.

"I said..."

"Don't say anything swallowing, get out of here!

That's what they say in a rugged voice, and they turn their posture upside down with momentum. Ooh? Up and down switched while I was thinking, Ferdinand moved quickly and stood up. I have an immediate stamp.

... You attracted me from myself, seriously unreasonable!

I get drawn, I get dropped, I get rolled, my head hangs out. We were in the garden of beginnings for some reason when we arose remembering how disgusting our brains were shaken. In the middle of a round garden of bright white cobblestones, not a large white tree, Airvermeen shows up. I don't look in a good mood to observe from the depth of the wrinkles between my eyebrows and the magic that makes me stand loose.

... Master Airvermeen, you look so grumpy? I wonder what happened?

As I tilt my neck as I look at Airvermeen, at the edge of my sight I say, "Master Airvermeen?" and the voice of surprise rose. They also had Jervagio. It seems to have fallen down as docile as we are, and we can see it rising.

I looked around the garden of beginnings. Ferdinand in a collisionary position with a stamp, Jervagio kneeling toward Airvermeen, and Airvermeen grumpy over my three trying to hold their heads and contain their disgust.

"What the hell do qualified people do when they have to magically satisfy the foundations of Jürgenschmidt as soon as possible?

Apparently, Airvermeen called us to complain and materialized. I guess it's because I can't talk to you as a white tree.

"Quinta, even though I jumped in in in an insane way, I gave them the wisdom of Mestionora. But instead of coming back to complement their wisdom, they also show no signs of dyeing at all. I thought I'd finally come back. It was someone else. The man also commanded that one of them should be slain to complete the book of Mestionora, and he refused without a shame. If he had reassured himself that he had finally appeared willing to dye the foundations, would the light of wisdom be interrupted and interrupted from going to the foundations? Why are you interrupting, Quinta? Can't you see that the collapse of Jürgenschmidt is imminent!?

Apparently the majority of Airvermeen's anger is geared towards Ferdinand. I also find myself pointing angry fluctuating objects at me, but around alternating with Ferdinand, I don't think they are as distinguished by magic as ever.

Ferdinand, who is angered by his former god, deformed "Gluthrithheit" and Sturp with a flat face and began to look into it somehow.

"Master Airvermeen says the collapse is imminent, but Rosemaine put magic into the border gates, so we can afford about twenty years before it collapses. I've been watching Jürgenschmidt here, and it may be a short time for Airvermeen to blink, but for us, we have more time than we're going to have to have a baby and grow up."

"Really? Surprisingly, you can afford it. Is that also in Master Ferdinand's book of Mestionora?

Let me see, and when I stood up and stopped sneaking, bang in front of me! and momentum closed the book of Mestionora.

"Wouldn't you mind if I showed you! Master Ferdinand's ass!

"I'll check one thing, are you seeing what's going on here?

I compare myself to Jervagio, who is kneeling on his knees with Airvermeen, who keeps his anger going as he stands. I just found out that this is not a situation where I can be reading for a long time.

"I see it. But I don't want to miss the opportunity to read at any time!

"I see. Very well. Out of the way. Back off."

Betty was slapped on the forehead and indicated with her jaw as she lowered.

"Because of Jervagio, we've already lost dozens. You cannot take the Lanzenave, who will crumble Jürgenschmitt from the inside, as Zent."

"I don't know the reason for such a person. Jürgenschmidt is a place to hide those who were chased by Aveliebe. My land of redemption. The collapse of Jürgenschmidt must be avoided. I waited too long already. I won't let the birth of a new Zent get in the way. If you don't want to dye the foundation, go away sick."

Slowly Airvermeen raises her arms. My fingertips were pointed this way.

A hectic and breathtaking Ferdinand stood before me and said, "Gettylt!" The moment I scream, a mass of magic flies like Ferdinand's all-powerful attack.

"Yikes!?

Ferdinand's shield could be played along with the hard sound, and three amulets he was wearing on his arm, could be played at a time. It's a very different amount of magic than those who have ever been hostile. Blood caught my mind at once.

"Go, Terza. It will meet the foundations of Jürgenschmidt."

Jervagio, instructed by Airvermeen, stands up quietly. "Terza" must have the same childhood name as "Quinta".

"Leuken Water Cannon"

Ferdinand stood up and shot Jervagio instantly with his back turned. Jervagio, who had lost his amulet in the battle on the altar, is shot through his thigh and falls with a groan like a push to death.

"I told you not to interrupt, Quinta"

"I don't know what people say when you say you don't know their reason. I set up a new Zent, abolish royalty, revive prayer, and in the next generation I choose Zent from those who get the Scriptures on their own. I want you to stay out of the way."

Airvermeen, who was pointing toward Jervagio, moves his finger. When I flew out before Ferdinand, I uttered "Finsuunhan" with my own magical power, spreading the cloak of darkness wide so that I could protect Ferdinand and myself.

It sucks the magic attack of Airvermeen, and suddenly massive amounts of magic flow into it at once. Even the massive amount of magic I used on Vashen, which was becoming like a giant washing machine in the auditorium, quickly recovers.

...... yuck! Overflowing!?

I hurried to start compressing magic, but there was too much magic pouring in to compress it in time. Heat fills the body, to bitterness like being captured by swollen swirls of heat "Whoa! I groaned unexpectedly. I miss the feeling of being eaten by the fever of eating, but the spiciness I never wanted to experience again.

...... hot. painful. Someone......

"Don't try to accumulate! Release, Rosemaine!

... Help me, God!

Magic burst out of my high raised hands, and I set up a pillar of light in the garden of beginnings. I don't know if it's been a prayer. But as if it had reacted to my magic, the light had poured out of a circular and empty hole in the ceiling section.

A woman with a similar appearance to herself was smiling in her sight as if only light existed. Hair in shades like the night sky, golden eyes like the moon, and a roughly neat face resemble what I saw in the mirror after growing up.

"That Arnvax was pleasant, but really very similar. If you eat, you'll get used to magic, so lend me your body for a little while."

The voice sounds clear and soft. I can't hear the words themselves being completely different or what they are saying, but I feel like I'm listening to a simultaneous interpreter, fixing the words that go to me and echoing them directly into my head.

"Hmm? Borrow your body...?

"Oh, you were the one who asked for help, weren't you? I'm going to stop Airvermeen. He's dangerous, too."

I put my hand on my cheek and tilted my neck as she said, "Trouble." If you don't know who it is, but you can stop Airvermeen, I've never been over it. That's the ex-god. The amount of magic is out of step. I can't be very fat.

"... but he said he'd lend his body..."

I'm scared of anything, no matter how much. There are too many anxiety elements as to what I should do in the meantime, whether it really returns.

"I will not stay down forever, and I will ask you to wait in a comfortable place"

The moment I moved my arms a little, this place became a library.

Floor-to-ceiling books, books, books. Turn that way, bookshelf, bookshelf over here. That, too, is not a faint bookshelf, but a book fits properly in everything. As well as the library of the House of Lords, overwhelmed by so many books that I have never seen in the library of the Reino period, I lose my words and look around. Some desks are suitable for chairs and writings that seem comfortable to sit on that you need to read a book, and you're likely to be able to read as much as you want.

"Wow......"

It's like a library that came to mind where I met Golden Schmill to get the book of Mestionora. The moment I thought so, I remembered that the library was an illusion to judge the thoughts of those who came in.

"... Isn't this a library like the one with the painting on the wall, too?

"No. This is a library full of my wisdom. You can read every book. Wait here while I borrow your body."

When she said that and waved, the golden Schmir brought a book. Sit here and read, and wait in front of a chair close to me with a book.

"Yikes hoo! About your body, I'll lend you as much as I can! Pray to Mestionora, goddess of wisdom!

I rushed to the golden Schmir when I prayed with bisci.

A chair like a sofa for one person sits even more comfortable than my chair with a mattress in it. The cloth's hand feels soft and slightly warm.

Make sure I sit down. Golden Schmir will hand me the book. Maybe in Jürgenschmidt it is decided that Schmir will work in the library?

With that in mind, I open the book. It's a book written in the language of a pretty old age, and it seems to contain stories about God.

... I wish there had been a similar story in the Bible and in the books borrowed from Dunkelferger.

I follow the letters as they become pleasant. The first story was the story of Fairfulemaire, the goddess of the sea.

Although he received a proposal from the two masculine gods, Fairfulemaire did not respond to either proposal. But is it because they were both family members of the God of Fire, too hot to pull me off?

As a result of all the fuss involved with the surrounding gods, Fairfulemaire was to marry the winner within the two when she broke her heart. First we have to decide on the winner, the two masculine gods started the battle involving various gods.

Fairfulemare, who had laid back that once she had a broken heart, she should leave her favorite opponent alone until she could, is informed by the other goddesses that it was an unexpectedly big battle.

Rushing in haste to the battlefield, Fairfulemaire wielded her power as God, quenching everyone's fever. Since then, Fairfulemaire has been called once the fire family has begun to contend, it was a story.

... Isn't this the story that formed the basis of Dunkelferger's ritual?

It seems very difficult for Fairfulemaire to be called not just by Dunkelferger, but by God as well. While I sympathize with Fairfulemaire, who is called every time a dispute arises, I read the following story. Next, it was a story of Eugenize's unceasing love.

"It's over. Next book, please."

I enjoy finishing my third book and ask Golden Schmir for my next book. It was about Reevesk Hilfe, who steals Drefangua's eyes, steals the thread of fate and pranks, and Drefangua, who retaliates angrily for being too pranky. Reevesk Hilfe's hair is mixed into the thread of destiny, and Reevesk Hilfe doesn't realize it and ties himself to the edge of a human man.

"What's the story next? Uh-huh, uh-huh..."

As I waited for the golden Schmir to return in a floating mood, I could hear Ferdinand calling directly to my brain with "Rosemaine". With a low voice like a mood crawling through the bottom of the earth, the floating mood vanished in an instant.

"Uh-huh!? Hey, what's up!?

I looked around holding my ear, but I saw no sign of Ferdinand anywhere. There's just a nice space surrounded by bookshelves.

"Did you finally hear... Just go back, Rosemaine. Or your precious things will disappear in turn."

A voice full of anger is serious. If we don't go back now, we'll be in big trouble with the Eight Wraths of the Demon King.

"Geez! Please return your body! Master Ferdinand is angry!

"... I've been calling for you."

Shortly after I heard her voice caged in frightened, tired emotions, the library disappeared from my sight. Instead, it was Ferdinand's face that showed. Close to doom. Worried eyes like stuffed feathers are at close range.

As soon as I opened and closed my mouth blinking and scratching my eyes, surprised by a completely different expression than the voice of serious anger that had echoed earlier, the colour of worry that had appeared in Ferdinand's thin golden eyes scratched away and became a mixture of anger and anger. At the same time, something that was held in my hand disappears.

"... Rosemaine, huh?

"Hahi."

"Reply properly."

I tell you, it wasn't my fault that I had a dumb voice. Ferdinand screwed me on the cheek, so I just couldn't get a proper response.

"Take a hiccup, take a hiccup, take a hiccup"

"I have no idea what you're talking about"

... Dear Ferdinand today, Seriously unreasonable!

"You don't have the ability to learn, Rosemaine."

"Huh?

I'll listen to the sermon I left to my anger, so I want you to let go of my cheek hand. I slap my cheeky hand gently. Ferdinand let go of my hand after putting in a good effort once. However, the distance between your face does not leave you at all. You want to get a little distance from your anger sermon, but that doesn't seem acceptable.

"You stormed into the Temple Library and were eyed by the former Temple Chief, who was to be involved with the royalty by rambling the magic in the Library of the House of Lords, and got into trouble. Every time you lose consciousness in a library, there's trouble."

Sometimes the troubles that happened around me didn't involve the library. I hope you don't blame the library. However, I am well aware empirically that your sermon will multiply if you disagree. I decided to snort and listen for now.

"Nonetheless, what are you thinking, you idiot, about pushing your body into Mestionora's library at a price"

"There, was it Mestionora's library? It was amazing. It was a paradise of books, books and books, both over there and here. There's so much left to die for... I think there are a lot of research related books out there. Master Ferdinand will see how wonderful it is once you go. Now we should definitely go together."

When I invited him to Mestionora's library in the hope of relieving his anger, Ferdinand let him pull his cheeks for a moment.

"Ho, that's a lot of novel invitation to come with me to much higher heights. Haven't you had enough of a long imminent death experience?

... much higher!?