Ascendance of a Bookworm

Almost at the same time Ferdinand raises his hurried voice, those at the edge of his sight suppress his chest and distort his face, and he starts to hear groaning from here and there. The sight in my eyes is the same as when I'm intimidated. Now, though, I am not so angry that my head turns white. The emotion of fear just swelled up.

"No... I didn't mean this..."

The fear of the power of the goddess in me grows somewhat when I see the current situation in which the feeling of fear that has swelled up in me is tormenting others.

"Keep your emotions down, Rosemaine"

Ferdinand grabs my shoulder to protect everyone from the power of the goddess, lest he show me how everyone is. Ferdinand was also frowning at me in agony, sweating, looking down at me with serious eyes. That Ferdinand hasn't even been able to fix his expression.

"Master Ferdinand, please leave. As soon as possible, the impact..."

Ferdinand is so important to me that I don't want to hurt him with my power. With a slap on my shoulder, I hope that Ferdinand will leave me.

The next moment, Ferdinand coughed up. Memories are stimulated by the strange sound of Kohu, and interrupted memories come to mind of the same facing each other in the temple after the baptism ceremony of the civilian age.

At that time I was desperate to protect someone and confronted the temple chief and the clergyman of the time. I'm not protecting anyone now. I'm just hurting you. If I can do it, I want to stop it immediately, and I don't know how to handle it, even though it's a force that's supposed to be within me.

"Use that power correctly to protect the city."

"I don't use it in a way that makes me angry with... I promise."

The promise I made inadvertently with someone echoes in the back of my brain. It must have been an important promise. I'm dying to cry over the remorse that broke it. You can't be any more emotional, when reason is giving you a warning, but I don't know how you can contain it.

"Master Ferdinand, please stay away. I made a promise to someone. He said he would use his powers to protect him."

If you look at Ferdinand's complexion, you can see that the power of the leaking goddess is even increasing. From the edge of Ferdinand's mouth, which he coughed up several times, the same red blood dripped from his memory.

"Get off me!

I fled the spot, waving away thoughtfully Ferdinand's hand stretched out to embrace me. The sound of Gatan and the chair collapsing because of the momentum gained.

... How far away would it be okay? ……

I looked around the room looking for an escape. The door that connects to the central building is across the table, and everyone feels more painful before they get that far. The door back to the dorm is behind you, but if you go back to the dorm, you'll only get more people to hurt you.

After Ferdinand saw his hand shaken off, he immediately wiped the blood from his mouth and turned his gaze to his adoptive father.

"Aub Aerenfest, give Haltmoot and the others permission to enter!

"Come in, Haltmoot"

My adoptive father flies Ordnants with his other hand while holding his chest with one hand.

As soon as Ordnants was talking "in, Haltmut" on Haltmut's arm, the door connected to the dorm opened and six people came in: Haltmut, Clarissa, Matthias, Laurenz, Gretia and Lauderich.

"Excuse me."

"Hartmoot, don't you come near me..."

"It's okay, Master Rosemaine. We are constantly gathering the strength of Rosemayne, so we can feel the added strength and the divinity of it, but it has no great impact."

Rest assured, and laughing, Haltmoot and the men will stand around me and build a wall between them and everyone else in the meeting. If the walls were possible, would the Goddess's power also be blocked for a little while, and I could no longer hear the groans in pain. That only soothes my fears a little and lightens my mind.

... Hartmoot and the others aren't really bitter.

Hartmoot and Laurenz are grinning to reassure me. Matthias and Roderich are serious expressions of themselves "if they don't do their part," but they are very natural, not the kind of faces they are taking away or enduring pain.

"Maybe I'll need it, Master Ferdinand told me to wait. Because the overflowing charm of a goddess incarnation can sometimes be hard for those who descend."

I also wanted to do a side job taking care of Master Rosemaine once, spreading the silver cloth Clarissa had in her hand that seemed to be fun to sing out even in her nose song. My chest kind of lightens on Clarissa's bright smile. I was horrified that there was someone who was okay for me to be close now. Loneliness and fear fade away all the time.

"Dear Rosemayne, the leatherettes made me cloak because it's not easy to just hang cloth to touch the eyes of the royals and the Aubs. It's a shame you can't see the costume because of it..."

He subtly wipes my eyes with a silver cloth that Gretia has reshaped into a hooded cape to put on me so that I can't get dressed wrinkles. My heart dusts when I find that Gretia, who usually works silently with little to no mouth, is now trying so hard to pick a word to ease my mood.

"Thank you. I know, both of you."

"Oh, Master Rosemaine. I can't thank you enough. It's hard not to be in a meeting if someone continues to lose interest in the charm of your beautiful Rosemayne so much that they accidentally fall in love. That also means that Lady Rosemayne gets more favor than all the gods of Mestionora..."

"Dear Ferdinand, how about that? With this much exposure, I can see your face, and while I feel the power of the goddess, I think it was suppressed to a point where it wasn't too strong."

Greater moves forward to block Clarissa's praise and speaks to Ferdinand. When Ferdinand looked at me with a silver cape on, he said, "No problem. Thanks," he nodded.

"Dear Rosemaine, would you like to see the healing caused by the incarnation of the Goddess, considering it a reward for your attentive servant?

He wants to see my healing put together the power of the incarnation of the goddess in a wink where Haltmoot gave a tea glance. The look on Haltmut's face, even seemingly kidding, but the orange eyes were still exploring my reaction. The facial expression and tone would be such that I could easily say no if I wanted to.

"Haltmoot, thank you, I know."

"I'm afraid so."

I call it "Straitkolben," and hold the staff of Fruitlène.

"It's Lungshmer, the family of the water goddess Fruitraine."

Just a call to Lungshmer, healing pours all over the room from the green demonic stone at the end of the wand. The complexion of the people who were in their seats is clearly getting better and leaking relief breath. The healing seemed to have worked properly.

"How beautiful...... The splendour of Mestionora, who was allowed to use the god's equipment more than all gods..."

"Stand down, etc. I want to continue the discussion."

Matthias and Laurenz immediately take Haltmoot when my adoptive father commands my proximity to take down the excited Haltmoot as he waves lightly. Hartmoot, who is caught between the two of us and taken out, has no shadow of the side he could have done earlier.

Instead of Haltmoot and the others, the adoptive father put in the side servants to make the tea change. The movement of the side servants wiped the sense of urgency out of the room, turning it into something slightly calm.

"Will Master Rosemayne take your seat, too?

Clarissa spoke to me as she showed me how she was finishing the chair where Gretia was falling, so I nodded cocklessly and Clarissa escorted me to my seat.

"Ah..."

I had eyes on Ferdinand standing in front of me. I waved away where you tried to help me, so I'm a little awkward not knowing how to speak up.

"Um, Master Ferdinand. Is there anything painful about it? That, I..."

"There was a healing of Lungshmer, so there was no problem. You calm down, but you don't inadvertently shake your feelings."

Ferdinand takes my hand from Clarissa, and when he gives instructions to Clarissa and Gretia to back off, he sits me in a chair. Have I really no problem, staring at Ferdinand's face? Even though the Goddess has a hard time, isn't she making it impossible?

"Don't worry about it that way, you won't hurt anyone else with the power of the goddess."

"If that were to happen, I wanted to keep it together from the beginning."

When I grabbed the silver cloth that touched my hand, Ferdinand glanced at my adoptive father with a face that seemed powerless.

"The silver cloth really reminds me of the Lanzenave people, so I don't have a good impression that it comes together from the beginning in discussions with royalty and Dunkelferger. But now that I know what the goddess is capable of, I'm not here for anyone who tells me to take it off."

... That may be true, but I don't think I need to get hurt myself to make it known.

"Oh, yeah. Rosemaine, show me your hands. You should keep this for the future, when the Goddess's power runs wild again."

"Is there anything else you can do about the silver cloth?

Is it also any amulet? And if I put my hands together, as Ferdinand saith unto me, upon the pong and lightly upon my hands lay an antibugging sorcery and a white box. I don't know, I feel like magic is sucked out before I try to open the lid, and the white box changes shape into a white cocoon. I've seen it many times, so I don't like it if it changes so much. It's a famous stone.

"Fe, Master Ferdinand, what does this mean?

Wouldn't it be difficult for me to stay away from you in an emergency?

"That may be true, but if we call them just like this one..."

"Shut up."

With my cheeks pinched, I let Ferdinand point my lips. I think it would be wrong to use a name dedication for that.

"It's impossible to dedicate such a deceptive name. Isn't it a more, what, very important vow? You know Ferdinand from Brother Eckhardt, don't you?

My neighbors dedicated important thoughts to each of them in cages in their own names. You can't possibly not figure that out to Ferdinand, who is dedicated to loyalty and life by Brother Eckhardt. It makes me feel terribly sad that Ferdinand does not want me as Lord, but that their vows seem to be taken lightly to give their name as a mere means.

"It doesn't matter until the power of the goddess disappears.... I don't want any more."

"So as such means…"

"Until the power of the goddess disappears. If you don't like it so much, you can order me to return it."

"I don't like subordination between people who feel like family members."

I thought I could be your friend, Filine, and Darmuel, who knows civilian times, would draw a line as a subordinate and not be a cheap relationship. I do not want to have a subordinate relationship with Ferdinand.

"You were the first to use fame as a means of saving my life. Give it up this time. Anyway, not for that long."

Ferdinand, who said that so hard, takes only the anti-bugging magic equipment from my hand and sits next to me. Even though it was an emergency, there is no objection if you say you used it as a means first. I held Ferdinand's famous sacrificial stone and exhaled softly.

"Now, may I resume the discussion?

Ferdinand speaks after everyone drinks tea and sees the side servants leave the room. For one thing, we have Gigisvalt, who ran for Zent, so we decided to discuss whether or not to Zent Gigisvalt.

"Are you going to Zent Gigisvalt? … it is the…"

Traokvar and his First Lady look at me and Ferdinand looking terribly worried.

"If there's no one else to run for, it will. This option is for anyone in the royal family to become Zent and change to Jürgenschmidt, as the gods demand, so if there is a candidate, we will leave it to them."

"I will be the best recognized by the nobles of Jürgenschmitt as the next Zent. I will be the Zent and save everyone. Don't worry, Father."

Gigisvalt said that with a gentle grin as usual. I can't really understand the mood that I can say with such a proud face that I will be a zent to get rid of the royalty.

"Then you will swear by the Goddess of Light and the Goddess of Order, Gebortnoun, using contract magic, in order to make sure Prince Gigisvalt carries out the demands from the gods"

"Contract magic...?

"Yes, as soon as the power of the goddess disappears, we will have trouble ignoring the demands of the gods or postponing them too long. Naturally, the new Zent will have a covenant with the gods"

This is not a covenant with me. It is an oath to the gods who used sorcery. It is a magic that contracts directly with the gods, so compared to human covenants, there is little way out and it becomes a harsh object. They say if you violate it, a harsh hammer will descend from the gods. Were you going to escape the demands of the gods in a relaxed manner, are you afraid of contract magic, and Gigisvalt's complexion got worse?

"Ho, it would certainly be reasonable to make a covenant with the gods against their demands"

"Yep. Why don't we just try to swear how we're going to lead Jürgenschmidt in front of all the Aubs before we get the Gluthris Heights? That way you will know exactly what the demands of the gods are on Aub in the other realms."

With the agreement of Mr. and Mrs. Aub of Dunkelferger, it was a decision to perform contract magic. Gigisvalt's fist, which was put out on the table, is gripped tightly.

If you agree to the oath to the gods, you are later to decide when and how to perform the ritual of inheritance. Then you just have to decide how to divide up the land that is being treated by other royalties or an abandoned territory.

... There's still a lot to decide.

Ferdinand rose up cathartically as I reflected in my head on the flow of your discussion.

"Prince Gigisvalt, I know you felt it in earlier events, but if Zent, who gives gluthrithheit from the incarnation of the goddess, cannot line up together on the altar and head to the garden of beginnings, it will be a big deal. If you are going to be Zent, give your name to Rosemaine. That way, we can prevent the influence of the Goddess's power."

Gigisvalt blinked at Ferdinand's words. Indeed, it would be hard if someone who becomes a new Zent in the ritual of inheritance fell under the power of the goddess.

... but I don't want to use name dedication as a means of doing that. Your uncle scolded you for what you did.

"Am I to give my name? Who will be the new Zent, and then Aub Ahrensbach? Then the Lord of Zent will be Aub..."

Gigisvalt glanced at him, wondering how much anything was wrong. Although it is a means of preserving life, I also think it is a strange demand given the status of Zent and Aub, as Gigisvalt put it.

With that in mind, Traokvar softly raised his hand, looking like he had chewed up a bitter bug.

"What is it, Master Traokvar?

"Dear Rosemaine, I am very sorry for your loss of sight in front of you"

At the same time as putting in a no, Traokvar stood up and tied up Jigisvart with a band of light from Starp.

"Gigisvalt, you don't deserve to be Zend to those who can't give their name and devote themselves to the incarnation of a goddess whose execution gives us the natural option to survive and who gives us gluthrithheit. Those who dislike the covenant with the gods and show their refusal to give their names can no longer be Zent. Come on, understand. Even though our way of life, which had to be royal without Gluthris Heights, had a profound impact on their education, it's too stupid and ugly to try to stick to the lost status"

Traokvar crooked his face like he was still crying. The First Lady lays her eyes down quietly. Looking down at the tied up Gigisvart, Ferdinand turned his gaze to Traokvar.

"May I say that at the discretion of Lady Traokvar, Prince Gigisvalt will not be allowed to do a zent?

"I don't think Gigisvalt can be the Zent the gods demand right now"

"But if someone doesn't become Zent, the royal family will all enter the White Tower. Are you sure?

In Ferdinand's words Traokvar shows his patrol for a while. Gigisvalt tied himself up, after looking around at his wife and children, slowly kneel on the spot.

"We sincerely realize that it is now those who have acquired Gluthrithheit on their own who deserve Jürgenschmidt's Zent.... If you are Master Ferdinand, who went up to the altar and disappeared with the incarnation of the goddess, don't you have it?