Ascendance of a Bookworm

Staring at Ferdinand, who was suddenly going to say something about flying, Ferdinand groaned abominably, "Haven't you come back yet?"

"What do you mean you're not back, Master Ferdinand?

"Rosemaine, name someone important to you. Who did you think of when you were threatened by me? Can you remember what the goddess who got your body did? What were you doing before you lent your body? You know what I'm going to have to do?

"Huh? Er..."

It is not given while suddenly arguing about what to say, and my head is confused when I am questioned early in the arrow succession. The confusion remains, I've tried to remember it somehow, but I can't recall it as if it's a blur in my memory. All that immediately comes to mind is what I read in the library I was in earlier.

"I don't know.... but I clearly remember the content of the book I was reading earlier. Talk about the gods, I..."

"You don't have to remember that one. Quickly, forget it."

Ferdinand looks disgusted and stops me from speaking.

"Huh? Forget what I just read. It's terrible."

"She said the goddess interfered a little mentally so that it would be easier for you to lend her body. Not a little, it seems to be affected quite deeply..."

I was just in the mood to lend my body a little, but I didn't think I was mentally disturbed. Thinking about what's happening to me, I'm a little scared. I took the magic restorative medicine I was offered, and I said, "... what kind of interference did I suffer?" Ask.

"Well? I don't know because I couldn't get an answer. You don't have to do extra interference. If they grab a book or library in front of you, it's going to be easy to lend, but don't let this happen again.... you are too influenced by other magic powers"

Ferdinand did not speak to his voice, but only in the shape of his mouth, "because he is eating himself". I see an indescribable look of anguish there. As I reached out, I circled the wrinkles between Ferdinand's brows.

"We apologize for your concern. But it's okay, Master Ferdinand. I have an ambition to try and build a library like this by the time I die, so I won't go that far too easily."

"... I got extra worried though?

You look disgusted, but a little angry and angry is disappearing from your light golden eyes. He's still a hard man to read emotions. When I was somewhat relieved that I was in a better mood, a distracted voice sounded different from that of Ferdinand from a little further away.

"Is it time?

"Huh? Is anyone there?

I had no idea anyone else was there because all I could see in my sight was Ferdinand at close range. As I blink, Ferdinand rises away from me.

"This is the garden of beginnings, with Master Airvermeen and Jervagio"

"Ah, ah! Ahhh! I remember! Weren't we in the middle of a fight! Dear Ferdinand, what are you relaxing about!?

I hurry up and shelter Ferdinand behind me. The moment I tried to take a combat stance against Airvermeen, I was smashed from behind by Ferdinand.

"Take it easy. The battle is over. Mestionora forbade the taking of life in this setting."

"Huh?"

If you look closely, both Airvermeen and Jervagio are just pointing this way, and the atmosphere of battle is completely gone.

"... it's amazing how easy it is for a goddess to put up a fight. I'm in God..."

"Don't pray, fool! You want to see the same thing again!?

Air Vermeen grinned bitterly as I blinked my eyes when I was gagged at the hand I was about to lift.

"Mine, it's easy for you to eat and accept other magic powers. Praying on this occasion where we communicate with the gods, it is likely that the gods will come down amused. I don't mind letting them descend as much as they are nostalgic for me, but the burden on them is very great. Better be careful."

I feel the tone of Airvermeen is a lot calmer. Could it be the effect of Goddess Therapy? He's the owner of such a big, lovely library that he quickly converges the battle and deceives Airvermeen.

... Goddess, seriously, that's amazing! Thank you Mestionora!

"So, what did you talk to the goddess about?

"Having shared information about each desire and the status quo, we decided to compete for Zent in a peaceful way"

To Ferdinand's words, Jervagio says, "It's too simplified for anything, Ferdinand". Jervagio is right. I have no idea.

"Considering what's going on in the auditorium, there's not much time to talk about it. Isn't it enough to just tell them the results?"

I know you don't have time, and I just want you to explain a little more, although Ferdinand's emphasis on efficiency hasn't started right now.

"At the very least, tell me what each desire is and what information you shared. I'm the only one who hasn't lost the fighting mood."

"What do you say to me that was out of my memory until earlier?"

I don't think I have a choice, even if they look at me like that, because they remind me. Only one brain is still in combat. Jervagio and Ferdinand, who had been hostile to each other since we met and attacked each other while saying, "Be the Devil's Stone" or "Die," had a normal conversation about something with a stiff atmosphere, and Airvermeen, who had gutted out "Kill Quinta" or "Don't get in Jervagio's way," wouldn't accept just listening blurry.

"It's so unsettling and disgusting because my surroundings are changing a bit too much while I'm reading the book"

"I heard about God's point of view. Jürgenschmitt is the place to accept those persecuted by Aviriebe. If the people of Lanzenave come into Jurgenschmitt in search of salvation, they say it's only natural from the point of view of the gods to accept it."

According to Ferdinand's explanation, Jürgenschmitt was created to embrace the magical possessions that are suffering in the outside world, and it seems that it is Airvermeen's role to embrace those outside. So I accept the magical Lanzenave if he wishes to dwell in Jürgenschmidt. They don't even think about rejection.

"Do the gods not think anything about the dozens of Arlensbach nobles killed by the Lanzenave people?

As I glanced at Airvermeen, Airvermeen nodded slowly with a face of nothing.

"Isn't it pointless for people to reason and do what I say? Don't take your life, hundreds or thousands of people have been killing each other internally for a long time where I said. I just died with hundreds of people, so it's as noisy as dozens of people have joined. Given that dozens of people come in from outside, wouldn't that be a problem at all?"

From Airvermeen's point of view, it has also just happened that hundreds of nobles have died in a coup d 'état of inner circle rubbing by royalty, which is now the margin of error where dozens of Arlensbach nobles have died. They're supposed to replenish it from the outside, so it's not a big deal.

"It's not a matter of numbers for us..."

"People increase on their own, and kill each other on their own. That's what it is. It's useless to think about the rationale of people who change over a short period of time"

Indeed, instead of Jürgenschmidt, we cannot say that we can tell even the people within Aerenfest, and the differences in human identity and common sense are enormous. It seems better not to think of God's common sense as meshing with human common sense, etc.

"Most importantly, he who speaks to me about people's reason hasn't visited here in a long time."

Many Zent candidates used to visit the garden where they started to get the book of Mestionora. When he was full of magic, Airvermeen was also free to take people's forms, talk to people, and have time to converse.

But since one time, Airvermeen has been unable to gain the magic to manifest itself. Probably because fewer people get the Book of Mestionora, and the central temple moves from the sanctuary and no more divinity is done. Besides, since I began to inherit the Gluthrithheit of sorcery, I have also ceased to pray. Even fewer people must have entered the garden of beginnings. I can also easily imagine from the history I have come to know.

"I don't care who you talk to, but now Zent, who supplies magic to the foundation, is absent, and the magic at the border gates diminishes, and Jürgenschmidt himself is in a crisis of collapse. Let's have damage on the scale of laughing with our noses, such as dozens of deaths. I hope Zent is born as soon as possible. I don't want anything more."

Anyone can just dye the foundation to survive Jürgenschmidt, which is what Airvermeen wants, and Zent doesn't seem to be recognized as Zent now that he can't dye the foundation.

"That's why I decided to dye the foundation as soon as possible to stop the collapse of Jürgenschmidt for a moment"

"Yes? Who the hell competes for Zent?

"Are there any other Zent candidates besides the three of us here?

If you're here, I'll bring you here, but Airvermeen says in a voice full of anticipation. The candidates here are all difficult, so new candidates are welcome, he said.

"If you like to call yourself Deathlinde, there is someone to let the royals in here..."

"In the sense of Master Airvermein, the person who got the book of Mestionora is the Zent candidate. They don't make sense in Gluthris Heights."

... Ah, the criteria for candidacy for Zent were a long time ago. Then no one in the royal family can be a candidate.

"What Master Airvermeen is asking for is to magically fill Jürgenschmidt. As a result, each of the three candidates filled the still unwitting border gates, competing for the speed of returning to this beginnings garden"

"They're going to show the winner to the base."

Ferdinand and Jervagio both look confident. I feel very strange. I wonder if Ferdinand didn't want Zent.

"May Master Ferdinand be a Zent?

"If I meet the foundation, Master Airvermeen is not going to speak to people's reason. Whether you want to line up the current royalty or punish the Lanzenave who came in, you said you should take it personally to suit people's reason."

He appreciates the part of Ferdinand's plan that he's trying to reform to get the book of Mestionora on his own in the next generation. There's a neck to uncertainty over taking too long, but if Ferdinand is going to dye the foundation, he's free to hand over the gluthris heit he made as a magic tool to appoint a new Zent, or revive prayers and such.

"Too much omission, Quinta. Didn't I tell you that Mestionora doesn't make all her lives crude? As we consider there."

Airvermeen supplements in a pale tone. I don't mind punishing him, but he says cheap executions are forbidden. I didn't think I could hear the phrase "don't make your life crude" in Jürgenschmidt, where it was natural to execute more and more even innocent people for whatever reason.

"Words that matter, if you record them..."

"It's your voice to anyone who hasn't actually seen the descent of the goddess on tape. Do we need to bother recording this?

"... right"

I do want to sprinkle mercy. It's the same as before if it seems to be my endurance. It wouldn't make sense to record it. Too bad.

"Why do you want to be a Zent?

"If I become a Zent, it is also possible to demolish that outhouse. You don't have to send your daughters here to give birth to a child like me, but you will be able to have a life where the magicians are respected as nobles."

In addition, Jervagio said that saving the Central Knights, who would be captured by those of Dunkelferger who had fallen into an avalanche, would also allow him to appoint a new Aub to the territory where Aub was absent to house the Lanzenave.

"Why are you trying to live in Jürgenschmidt? What the Lanzenave people need is a stamp and a demon stone, right?

"I can't say I am."

According to Jervagio, there are various developments in Lanzenave that hold back magical possessions, and the royalty is losing power and is treated like a tool that creates energy called magic.

"The royal family of Lanzenave is broken in two ways: he who wants to return to Lanzenave with a stamp and reign as a powerful man exercising his mighty power, and he who wants to escape from Lanzenave and permanently reside as a nobleman of Jurgenschmitt"

It is Leonzio who leads those who want to return to Lanzenave, and Jervagio, as nobleman of Jürgenschmitt, is said to lead those who seek a place of peace. He said Jürgenschmidt, who disagreed but was absent from Zent for both, was the right prey.

"It was Leonzio and the others who murdered the Arlensbach nobles, but I have heard that Master Dietrinde has given permission if it is his own political opponents within Arlensbach. I thought Jürgenschmidt had an exchange man who would do something a lot scarier."

Jervagio sighed that he was actually a foolish little girl of mine if I ever met him.

"I need a place to reward those of the Central Knights who accepted me to undo the punishment of those of Lanzenave in order to make the restful place in Jürgenschmidt certain. I'll be Zent."

"I know each one has a reason to participate, but I, Aub, can't dye the foundations of Zent, can I?

There is no point in me participating in the Zentrace.

"Then you should join them as Aub. Isn't it originally Aub's job to supply magic to the border gates"

"... Dear Air Vermein, isn't that the earliest story that Aub in each territory had in his hands the book of Mestionora? Well, if you need to fill the border gates with magic, I don't mind enough to cooperate..."

My participation was made compulsory by Airvermeen, whose standards have stopped in times close to mythology.

"It's not impossible to be a Zent. Let another dye the foundations of Aub. The magic of those who are eaters is easy to dye and change, so the next one will struggle harder."

That's what Airvermeen says, but he's pointing right at me.

"Dear Air Vermeen, are you not confused with the magic of Master Ferdinand now?

"Now you're full of Mestionora."

... Apparently, I've been dyed differently.

I've looked down at my arms, but I don't know what's going on because I can't see the magic myself.

"Although ruined by words and deeds, the remnants of the divine goddess are strongly felt from them. I want you to keep your mouth shut for a while."

Gelvergio is turning his admirable gaze. An eye that sees me, but not me.

"It's a waste of time. Here we go. The gods decide where they're headed."

Pippy Airvermeen lifts her fingers and releases her thin and magical powers. Three colors of light came down: red, gold and green. Red over my head, green over Ferdinand's head, gold light pouring over Jervagio's head. The border gates to which I turn were decided upon in Classenburg, Ferdinand in Haufretze, and Jervagio in Gillessenmaier.

"Then go. He will build his own transfer and head to the border gates."

"Gluthris Height!"

The three of them simultaneously held the book of Mestionora to build the transfer formation. As I look sideways at the two men who have immediately begun to draw a transfer formation in the air, I must begin with a search for the transfer formation. Search for a transfer to the dirt border gate with a little regret.

It may seem delayed in one step. But I have a wife's hand. I took the demon paper out of the leather bag, and I laughed nicely.

"Copy citepettan!"

The transfer formation was completed in an instant. Except for Ferdinand, who keeps his hands moving as he says in his bitter face, "It's a waste of demon paper," he says, "What, what's that?," he exclaims in surprise.

With a laugh, I erased the book of Mestionora, and laid Starp on the transfer formation.

"Kaschlussel Classenburg"