Ascendance of a Bookworm (LN) - Volume 3.3 - Chapter Pr

Prologue 

Fran’s master, Rozemyne, returned from the castle. She did not feel comfortable there yet, since she had just risen from being a commoner to the archduke’s adopted daughter, but as she returned to her own chambers to enjoy some tea, the anxiousness in her expression instantly melted away. 

Fran, who had poured the tea, took this to mean that she wanted to relax, and thus took a step back. 

“So, Fran—what do you think about me getting more attendants?” Rozemyne asked out of nowhere. 

Fran forced a slight smile as his mind raced to process the question. He needed to work out what had led Rozemyne to ask this before giving an answer, otherwise his young master would surely charge in a ridiculous direction as she had done so many times in the past. Fran would never forget the time she had attempted to take on every single orphan as an attendant just to give them an excuse to leave the orphanage. 

“Lady Rozemyne, may I ask where this question is coming from?” Fran replied. 

“I was talking to Wilma, and she mentioned that I don’t have as many attendants as I should for someone serving as a forewoman, an orphanage director, and the High Bishop. I had assumed that this was a normal number of attendants for a High Bishop, but now I realize that everyone’s workload is just too much.” 

Wilma was correct. Rozemyne had five attendants, but as Nicola and Monika were often in the kitchen helping the chefs, they were not yet doing the proper work of an attendant. This meant that her three other attendants were currently handling almost all of the work, which was simply unreasonable. 

But Fran knew Rozemyne’s finances better than anyone, and it had been at his suggestion that she had taken on both Nicola and Monika to replace Delia. He couldn’t ask her to take on even more attendants on top of that. 

“I spoke to Ferdinand about getting more attendants as well,” Rozemyne continued. 

Fran leaned forward a bit. Ferdinand the High Priest was his former master, but since Fran was still carrying out his order to regularly report back on Rozemyne, he couldn’t help but feel that Ferdinand continued to be his master in part. At certain times and places, he would even prioritize Ferdinand’s orders and views over Rozemyne’s, especially in regard to matters concerning reading or her health. 

“What did the High Priest say?” Fran asked. 

“Mm... He said it was up to me to determine whether things are progressing smoothly. I can increase my number of attendants if they aren’t, but otherwise I don’t need to,” Rozemyne replied. “But with the money I’m making, my pay as the High Bishop, and the child support that Karstedt and Sylvester are giving Ferdinand for taking care of me at my disposal, I think we should take on more attendants if you think we can manage it. It seems that we’re so free of money problems right now that my decision here really is enough to make it happen. Do you agree that we should take on more?” 

Now that Fran knew she had permission from Ferdinand, he could finally relax and think over the actual matter at hand. “I would also advise increasing the number of workshop administrators,” he said. “Gil is largely running the workshop by himself at the moment, but he will often need to be absent from the temple as we establish new workshops like the one in Hasse. With that in mind, I think we will need at least one gray priest to manage the workshop alongside him.” 

Establishing new workshops would always involve the Gilberta Company, and in cases where they asked for workshop employees to be sent over, Gil would always be selected due to how much time he had spent with them. And since the workshop’s location in the boys’ building made it difficult for women to manage, Fran would need to do all of Gil’s work until he returned. They really were in dire need of more male attendants. 

“Okay. I shall ask Gil and Lutz to select one of the gray priests from the workshop,” Rozemyne replied. “After all, whoever takes this position will need to work well with them.” 

She had taken Fran’s advice without a second thought and was entrusting the selection of the new attendant to Gil and Lutz. That was unusual as well, as far as Fran was concerned. When it came to selecting new attendants, she had always prioritized the opinions of her existing attendants over her own. 

Ferdinand, on the other hand, selected his attendants through brutal meritocracy. Whenever he needed a new person, he would take on ten at once and immediately pile work onto them. From there, he would send them back to the orphanage one by one the moment he determined they were not good enough. 

“...But with that decided, how will we select the new attendant for the orphanage?” Rozemyne asked. 

“There will be no need. You entrusted the orphanage to Wilma so that she could continue living there, taking care of the young children who had been abandoned in the basement without gray shrine maiden caretakers. But to begin with, it is not normal for the orphanage to have any such administrator at all. If you have multiple attendants there working as administrators, the next orphanage director will surely encounter problems upon your retirement,” Fran explained. 

Ferdinand had said that Rozemyne would continue to be involved in temple business until she came of age. It was hard to imagine that the orphans would continue to receive such thorough care when this happened, since the next orphanage director would likely be unwilling to take on several attendants just to manage them. It was true that Rozemyne had brought much change to the orphanage, but nobody wanted to reach a point where her successor would be unable to do their job. 

Fran’s explanation made Rozemyne clap her hands together in realization. “Now that you mention it, I took on Wilma as an attendant purely for my own reasons, and put her in charge of the orphanage on my own.” 

She had apparently forgotten all about the circumstances in which Wilma was hired, likely because she was doing such a good job managing the orphanage. 

“What about my High Bishop duties, then?” Rozemyne continued. “I think we need more help there than anywhere else.” 

“If you could take on someone who is already capable, much like the High Priest’s attendants are, then that would be very much appreciated. But we have no need for an untrained attendant who must be educated. Monika is very intelligent and a hard worker, and we can worry about hiring new apprentice attendants once she is fully trained,” Fran replied honestly. He appreciated that Rozemyne was trying to decrease his workload, but his hands were already full enough training Monika and Nicola. 

Rozemyne gave a small, disappointed smile. “And here I was hoping to decrease your workload a little, Fran.” 

But Fran was glad that his master cared enough to try. As he savored the joy flowing from his heart, he thought about the current state of the High Bishop’s chambers and why the training of the two new recruits was not going so well. 

He found an answer immediately—it was quite simply the fact that Monika and Nicola were spending so much time in the kitchen, which wasn’t somewhere attendants were supposed to be. What Rozemyne needed wasn’t new attendants for her High Bishop chambers, but new chefs instead. 

“Lady Rozemyne, could you hire new chefs?” Fran asked. “What used to be done by Hugo, Todd, and Ella is now only being done by Ella, which is a bit unreasonable. Furthermore, Monika and Nicola are cooking while you are absent, but that is not work attendants should be doing. It would be a considerable help if you were to hire chefs who could remain in the temple when you leave for the castle.” 

Monika and Nicola had been taken on as attendants for helping Ella while Rozemyne was stuck in the temple for the winter, so they had continued to work in the kitchen as a matter of habit. But if doing this was causing problems for their attendant work, then there was little point in taking them on as attendants at all. 

As Fran pointed that out, Rozemyne cradled her head, realizing that cooking was indeed not the work of an attendant. She was doing her best to act as a noble would, but her emotions were so transparent at times that it was clear how vulnerable she still was. 

Fran could see Brigitte subtly move her head to the side, so as to pretend not to see Rozemyne clearly acting like a commoner. Damuel noticed this as well, and since he knew that Rozemyne was of commoner origin, he quickly spoke to Brigitte to draw her attention away. 

“Fran, I will ask Benno to send us new chefs again so that we may train them for the Italian restaurant as well. That should solve this problem,” Rozemyne said, her noble facade having returned by the time she raised her head. 

Fran had expected that she would recover quickly, and it was because she was already so aware of her faults that he did not boorishly inform her of the mistake. 

“That will give us more chefs, but Nicola really enjoys working in the kitchen, doesn’t she?” Rozemyne asked. “I have a feeling that’s where she’ll be the most happy, so rather than having her quit, I believe it would be better if we allow her to keep helping in the kitchen and simply train another attendant in her place.” 

No other noble in Ehrenfest would allow their apprentice attendant to help in the kitchen, no matter how much they enjoyed it. But the glimmer in Rozemyne’s golden eyes made it clear that she had already come to a conclusion, and ultimately, it was down to her to decide what work to give her attendants. 

“I shall entrust that decision to you, Lady Rozemyne.” 

“In that case, I shall be going to the workshop. I would like to ask Lutz and Gil to select the new attendant.” 

And so Fran sent Monika to the workshop to inform them of their visit, before taking Rozemyne there alongside her guard knight, Damuel. It was getting colder as autumn came to a close, but due to all the people, the workshop was much warmer than the temple halls. Everyone was working on finishing the year’s last batch of paper, to the point that their hands were turning red. 

“Lady Rozemyne,” Gil and Lutz said, rushing over upon seeing her. 

Rozemyne promptly began explaining the need to hire another attendant to manage the workshop. Fran couldn’t help but smile; he could tell that she was choosing her words carefully to ensure that Gil did not feel his position was being threatened. His master remained the same at heart, even after being adopted by the archduke. 

“Gil, I intend to make more workshops in the future as we are doing in Hasse. Each time I do, you will need to leave the temple, will you not? I would like the two of you to recommend to me a gray priest who you would feel comfortable entrusting with the workshop. They will need to be capable of doing business with the Gilberta Company, so it should ideally be someone you’re on good terms with. Does anyone come to mind?” 

The two boys looked around the workshop in thought, before each coming to their own conclusions and suggesting names. 

“Fritz or Bartz should work,” Lutz suggested. 

“Nolte or Fritz could handle it... if I may make a suggestion,” Gil said. 

They had both listed Fritz, so Fran thought back to what he knew about him. He was a gray priest who had previously served as an attendant to the blue priest Shikza before his return to noble society. Shikza had been an especially self-centered master, and for that reason, Fran had once mused that Fritz must have had a supremely patient personality. Fritz’s experience as a former attendant also meant that he knew proper manners, so he would be able to work in both the workshop and the High Bishop’s chambers. 

“Lady Rozemyne, I believe it would be wise to take Fritz as an attendant,” Fran said.

“...And so she decided to take Fritz on as an attendant so that he may help manage the workshop once his chambers have been prepared, while Nicola shall continue to assist the chefs,” Fran said, reporting back to Ferdinand in his High Priest’s chambers as he always did. “Lady Rozemyne will also be speaking to the Gilberta Company about the possibility of us receiving new chefs to be trained.” 

Fran noticed Ferdinand’s eyebrow twitch upon hearing that Rozemyne wished to continue letting Nicola work in the kitchen, but Fran continued regardless. He had been trained to prioritize finishing his reports over everything else. 

“I find it disagreeable that she would make an apprentice attendant do such lowly work. She is not planning to purchase her as a chef and move her to the servants’ quarters, is she?” 

“I believe she intends to allow Nicola to continue doing chef work while being accommodated as an attendant. I do not believe there will be any issue with this, however. Just as Sister Christine had her attendants focus on artistic work such as music performances and composition, it is plausible—albeit much rarer—for an attendant to do chef work for amusement,” Fran said in her defense. 

Ferdinand raised an eyebrow in surprise. “It seems that Rozemyne has poisoned your mind a great deal,” he said in a sincerely worried tone. 

Fran looked down at his hands. It wasn’t something that he was very aware of, but he was no doubt being influenced by Rozemyne in more ways than one. He couldn’t remain unchanged from the days where he had served Ferdinand. 

“Regardless, from what I can tell, the burden on you has been quite significant for some time now,” Ferdinand continued. “If you need the assistance, I can transfer one of my attendants to you.” 

“I very much appreciate the offer, High Priest, but that would ultimately just increase your own burden,” Fran responded, declining the kind gesture. 

Ferdinand shook his head. “I have more leeway than usual now that I have less work to do in the castle. In fact, I now have enough time to train new attendants alongside Kampfer and Frietack, so you would do well to instruct Rozemyne to request one of mine.” 

This extra leeway was entirely thanks to Rozemyne, so Fran found it heartwarming that Ferdinand had chosen to use it for her sake. And as Fran continued to happily muse over this, Ferdinand’s brow wrinkled in a slight smile. 

“Both you and Rozemyne worry only about others, Fran. Does the servant take after the master, I wonder?” 

“...Lady Rozemyne once said the same thing to me before,” Fran said, remembering the time that she had called him a serious and stubborn hard worker just like Ferdinand. 

Hearing that made Ferdinand visibly grimace. Back when Fran had served him, such clear shows of emotion had been exceedingly rare for him. 

...It seems that I am not the only one having my mind poisoned by Lady Rozemyne.