Ascendance of a Bookworm: Part 5 Volume 3

by Miya Kazuki

“I gave Damuel that advice because I believe he could succeed if only he tried. Do you not think you are being cruel, Lady Rozemyne, for assuming that he will never find a partner no matter what he does?” “Eep!” He’s right... I’m sorry, Damuel. Instead of believing in you, I just kind of accepted that you were going to be single forever. I’ve been a failure of a lady. But no more. From this point forward, I was going to start believing in Damuel. He was capable of getting a girlfriend. He would secure himself a wife!

“He was the first person to say he would protect me on the battlefield—the first person to offer me a choice, not give me an order. Thus, during that moment, I truly wished to marry into Ehrenfest.”

Nooo! Lady Hannelore, stoppp! I... I can’t take the look Ferdinand is giving me! It’s terrifying!

Please. I’m already dead.

“So an advertisement for Ehrenfest books played while Ahrensbach was so openly and consistently bragging about the tool being their own research... Good grief, Rozemyne. You truly are unpredictable.” He placed a hand on my head and, before turning to leave, said, “Very good.”

But as I tried to paint Ferdinand in the best possible light, Sylvester cackled and waved me away. “Those books were always related to the next task he intended to give you. You’re just about the only person who’s been able to keep up with him, Rozemyne.”

Now, praise me.”

The moment Lady Rozemyne saw him, she stood up with sparkling eyes. “Ah!” “Oh my!” Lord Ferdinand reached out and touched Lady Rozemyne’s cheek, seemingly caressing her. Lady Rozemyne then covered her face with her hands, doubtless trying to hide her flushed cheeks, and gazed up at him with teary eyes. There can be no mistaking it. Bluanfah has graced us with her presence. They were both engaged and in such close proximity to their respective partners, but they were still daring to make physical contact. Deep down, they surely loved each other so very much.

She has no doubt failed to notice Bluanfah’s visit and is instead clinging to the spear of Erwachlehren the God of Guidance.”

“According to Lady Rozemyne’s other retainers,” Lady Muriella said, “the feelings between her and Lord Ferdinand are separate from love. Still, can you not feel the threads of Liebeskhilfe the Goddess of Binding? And does your heart not tremble as the ordonnanz spreads its wings so wide?” “Oh, it trembles! I sincerely felt Bluanfah’s presence!” “In our imaginations, we can be free...” Lady Muriella said with a smile. I agreed completely. There was nothing I wanted more than to read a book about Lady Rozemyne’s tragic love story.

It was mostly in fun that I compared Lady Rozemyne to a goddess, but my words were truer than I realized. Around the time my manuscript was printed as a book, she would be widely accepted as the Divine Avatar of Mestionora.

Put like that, Dunkelfelger had been anything but kind to Ehrenfest. It made complete sense that Lady Rozemyne had felt compelled to say, “Be silent as losers should be.”