After that, an interview took place.
I was told that the interview would be conducted by three interviewers for the 10 applicants, but somehow it was done without turning in the other applicants at my time.
This is special treatment.
He had asked beforehand that the interview was being conducted by three men, a national knight, and a sponsored merchant who would name him Alliance Master of Mercenary Alliances.
[Gladiator: LV29]
Guild Master, a top position? That's awesome, it's definitely muscular. Looks like a big sword or something.
[Knight: LV3]
A soldier-like man is a knight but of low level. I don't know if I just became a knight, or if I was raised as a boxed son.
One last nice guy, though.
[Nobility: LV12]
A merchant was a bright red lie, and he was truly a nobleman. Do the nobles of this country have a custom of fraudulent identity?
"Are you Ichinojo? Practical exams, from afar, but they let me look at them."
The nobleman spread the big hand and told me.
"I'm afraid."
Having said that, I thought that if you were going to scam your insides, your identity, you should start talking after the Alliance Master and Knight talk.
"Why do you want to be a mercenary?"
"Yes, I can only fight, so it's up to me to wish I could at least work in a workplace where this power helps"
Say things that are not obvious.
I could be more proud of myself for a normal interview, but I got all that results from a practical exam. Now I'm going to appeal to you that you're an easy person to use by telling an unusual story.
"Well - do you have the troops you want?
"Yes, I am good at dealing with multiple human beings, so I want to be the sword of the country and fight on the front lines"
"One last question, what do you think about dark elves?
Hmm? I'm not sure what this question is meant to mean, but it's certainly a friendly pattern between this country and dark elves, isn't it? Then can I just say what I think?
"I only know one Dark Elf, but he was a good man. It is also very moisturised in Hammno by the groceries carried by dark elf pedestrians. I think he's a good friend of this country."
When I said that, the nobleman smiled with joy.
Was I right?
"The results will be announced this afternoon. Like waiting in the waiting room."
Hey, nobleman. Aren't you going to let the Alliance Master and the Knights of the Nation ask questions?
The results were pasted out that afternoon.
A lot of humans flocked in front of the stickers, so I decided to wait until people were down.
Well, you won't fall.
Because I was listening to people around me, and it seems that this exam is more about finding out which units to assign mercenaries to than about determining whether or not to accept them. Do you know how to fight with mercenaries for escorts and mercenaries for slaughter squads?
He's understaffed, so unless he's so incompetent, he'll pass.
Will you finally finish my record of losing my job streak? That was a long time to think.
I never thought that after setting a record for a hundred straight job losses in Japan, I would succeed in getting a job in another world.
People are gone from before the stickers, so I walk slowly.
My number is 417.
First up, first unit - see the number of the mercenaries who will be fighting on the front line.
"... Huh? No?"
It's unexpected. Apparently, they won't be assigned where they want to be.
Could I be assigned to a unit that escorts dignitaries because I'm too strong? I thought, is that it?
"No, no, nowhere!
My numbers, 417, were nowhere.
At that moment, my record of job losses was updated.
Embarrassing.
I was ashamed of myself for being confident. Looking at the numbers, more than 90% of humans pass. Why am I failing when I'm passing not only the old man with the wood dust and the war-style, but even the interrupt you?
Isn't this a curse anymore?
It's a curse that's bound to fail in my job.
I'm sure my last life was an interviewer in the HR department of a big company, a big bad guy who left out several promising young people. I'm sure the resentment of that young man dropped on me is piling up and coming down on me right now.
I don't feel that way.
"Yes... shall we break through the border by ourselves now? That sounds quicker."
As I shrugged and had a dry grin, the examiner man in charge of practical skills approached me.
"Ichinojo, can you come here for a second?
"... is, yes. Uh, can you tell me why I'm unsuccessful?
"Oh, that's what I mean"
Thank you for your kindness.
I can make use of it next time if you can tell me why I failed. Much better than just being prayed for.
"I've been waiting for you, Ichinojo. First, I apologize for failing you as a mercenary."
"Yea, DijobDeath, Naretay Mascara"
"Doesn't look okay... well. Actually, there's a reason I failed you. Heard you were the benefactor of my niece's life."
The benefactor of your niece's life?
When I come to this country and I save my life, only one person comes to mind.
"Perhaps you mean Master Shumei? So you're the Marquis Harold?
"Oh, I'm sorry I was lying. Yes, Shumei Yu Harriel will be my sister's daughter, my niece"
Marquis Harold explained so, turning to the door behind him, "- Come in," he said out loud. Then the door opened and the girl who had spent the week together showed up.