538 536 School of Magic Wall (2/2)

The gate of the School of Magic, finally reached, was surprisingly small compared to the enormity of the wall. So much so that I think it's tactful. No, actually, I guess it's something close to that.

”Thank you for coming to the back door.”

It was thought to be the back door used by servants and staff on the go.

”What do we do?

'Well, you can go to the main entrance, but let's just call to see if you can handle it here. Yeah, you're gonna keep Alistair's references, right?

”Okay.”

”Ursi is... well, can I stay that way”

It would be better to show yourself from the beginning than to be in the shadows. Save me the trouble of introducing you later.

Excuse me.

Speaking of back doors, there's a guard. So for now I decided to give that person a voice.

”Oh? What is it?

He seems like a kind uncle. I wonder if the guards should be so soft per capita, but I guess that means they have good instruction for the staff.

”I'm here on a request.”

”What, you're an adventurer? That's unusual, outsourcing...”

”Hmm?”

”Oh, I'm sorry. So, what kind of request?

Thanks, I think you can catch me here. Fran hands Alistair's references to her guardian uncle.

”Request for mock warfare. It says a lot about this.”

”Excuse me. What... what... yeah?

My uncle is surprised to read the references. Well, I have no choice. I found the Mock Warfare instructor talent that the Dean of the College was looking for, so I'll let him have a reference and send it to you. Because it says something specific.

And then it says Alistair's name. I hear Alistair has a title as a faculty member at this School of Magic. In addition to envelopes and letters prepared by the School of Magic, her signature would have provided a firm response.

”Um, do you have an adventurer card?

”I have it. This.”

”Let me take a look.”

After checking the cards thoroughly, the guard's uncle opened a small window next to the back door and started talking to someone over there.

”May I take a few of these references?

”Okay.”

And when my uncle hands me the reference across the small window, he tells Fran to just wait here a little while I return the card.

”Um, for now, I can't make the final decision, so there's a few more great people coming. Please wait.”

You've changed your attitude a lot. Until earlier, I was treated like a child, but now I guess I'm treated like a kick-ass customer. So he handled it well without deciding it was a fake.

Well, what kind of people are coming?