Chapter 147 (1/2)

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I guess I could say that I’d seen this coming, but… well, this is, without a doubt, the Fulbright household.

The to-be-fallen ancestral clan of Warren the Black Emperor and Jennifer the Bone Fist.

I hadn’t expected them to date this far back, let alone being so distinguished.

This would mean that the black-haired boy was Bright Fulbright, and the piercing gaze that I’ve been feeling through the wall… probably June Fulbright.

“Yes, sir. I was hoping to be paid on a fixed interval, based on the job description I’ve read.”

“……”

Huh, should I have not said that? The old man just looked surprised for a second there, before going back to his boorish expression and glaring at me.

What, is he looking down on my… financial status, or something? Well, I’d said it – can’t be undone now.

“We of house Fulbright have been looking to recruit a capable mage. Second question: what is your name?”

“I am called Poer, sir.”

“Noted. Next question: are you a mage?”

Why’d the old man ask my name again, anyway?

“It may seem unnecessary to ask, but your body seems more fit for a warrior, despite your gaudy attire.”

“I am a mage, yes. However, I stick to the idea of using anything I have access to in battle, sir.”

“Hmm. True, that body of yours seems quite useful.”

Now that reminds me… the distinction of mages and warriors have existed in this era, too. I’ll remember to investigate the deal with that in this era some time later.

“However, I am not convinced that you are fully qualified for the job.”

His words, with hits of an exasperated sigh, were full of irritation-inducing intent. But what actually had been an irritation to me was that I felt it wasn’t on purpose.

Still, that didn’t rule out the possibility that this, too, was part of the selection process.

In any case, after being told that, I stayed silent and stared at the old man – the act seemed annoying enough for him to click his tongue.

I’d prefer him not do that right in my face…

Now then, time for me to ask my questions.

“So… the job description was that I would be the instructor of arcane arts for Master Bright – what is the level of proficiency that he requires, sir?”

“Your acceptance has not yet been decided, young man.”

The old man replied without a moment’s delay.

That made my brows twitch.

I haven’t said anything about taking the job yet, either…

All right, fine. Let’s do this in a different way, then.

“Now then, I’d like to be interviewed by the real deal, if you please.”

I turned to the wall and spoke up, prompting the old man to raise an eyebrow. The intense stare I’d been feeling now weakened, and gradually faded away.

My guess was that one would need the perceptiveness of an A-ranked adventurer to notice the stare, but I wouldn’t expect that to be part of the selection, too.

The old man heaved a deep sigh, and then quickly returned to his dignified look. Probably because his employers were already here.

I felt two presences on the other side of the door. Bright, and… the one who’d been staring at me.

The door opened, revealing the black-haired boy and a young woman.

“Lady June, Young Master. Was he to your liking?”

June nodded lightly in response to the old man’s subdued remark.

Her eyes, locked on to mine right as I stood up, were pure and in a dark shade of gray.

“Alfred, you have done well. We will take over from here.”

“Certainly, milady.”

Alfred. That’s his name, huh? Oddly fitting.

He bowed, went to the door and opened it, walked out, then bowed again before closing it.

And so… that lady is June. The one who had surprised Lylia with her power.

She had black hair and tan skin, wore a silver earring on her right ear, and had particularly glossy lips. The armor she had equipped looked quite hefty, and was adorned with beautiful golden carvings.

Definitely equipped fittingly for such a socially distinguished person. Seeing that she carried a straight sword, I would assume that she was a warrior.

“Bright, be seated in the back.”

“Yes, sister.”

In contrast to his sister, the skin of young Bright was pale. And now that I thought about it, the feeling that I’d seen him before might have come from his resemblance to Warren – only in some respects.

The major difference was that the guy I knew would always have his trademark grin, while young Bright here had none of that creepiness. Makes me wonder… would the boy grow up to be like that someday?

June took a seat, and then signaled me to do so as well.

“Excuse me.”

She stared at me all the while I did so.