Kachi, Kachi, Kachi and Kachi.
The sound of the clock's hands was felt for a long time.
After the interview, we were all waiting in a separate room, sitting at the edge of the room without opening our mouths, sitting in an uneasy chair and waiting for the time.
In particular, I wondered if the interview time was too long, and my gaze continued to gather for a while after I was passed through. The man in the hood who was first called to the interview can feel his gaze faintly under his clothes.
If you wait for the next candidate to arrive, you'll feel it, but you'll probably all be here in less than half my time. After all, it seems that I have taken time.
Well, naturally, if you write all of them the same time as me, it will be a night rather than just an interview.
"Good! I can finally talk to you there..."
In the room that had sank into silence, the careless loud sound that suddenly resounded slapped my ear and made me unintentionally frown.
If I held my ear with one hand and turned my gaze reflexively, the man who would be the last candidate judged by the number of people was just passed through the door....... It's the stables' turn.
After the Great Hall, he didn't pay much attention, but his hands and face were wiped with mud, and his hair seemed to be properly arranged. He could see it to some extent. Compared to the candidates such as the surrounding nobility and auxiliary superiors, the difference between heaven and earth is unchanged, but compared to the initial appearance, it was misunderstood.
Everyone pierced through the silence, and as soon as they entered the room, it was the man in the hood who headed straight for him.
The man who had not removed the hood yet took a step back to show his rejection, but the man in the stables didn't mind. Saying that it was good, she opened her hands without hesitation and approached her. In that case...... I'm not the only one who cooled my liver.
"Thank you very much for earlier... I heard from the guards, but it seems that you've been listening to me!" I know you're in a great position at the castle, but thanks to you, my wife and children..... "
The man in the hood chokes at him with a mess of words as he shows his palms.
Even more surprisingly, I didn't realize that I had been tipped off until I asked the guards, but I suspected that I would go so far to the opponent who was in a position above the castle. No one speaks, but I have a good idea who this hood guy is. Some people can imagine a person more concretely than I can.
However, while he is hiding his identity, it may be difficult to act in a manner that reveals the contents of the man in the hood without hesitation. If they say you found out, that's it. The guards aren't here just standing outside the room at the door.
Furthermore, several candidates moved on the boulder to the fool who reached out to take the hood, "Please show me the face of the benefactor."
Superior, Superior Assistant and Superior Aristocrat. After all, is it close to him that he moves in his place? But before they could walk up, it was faster for the man in the hood to pull his leg behind the momentum in front of him.
After a light fall, I just stuck my butt to the floor, but at the same time, the hood I had been wearing before was removed.
At that moment, more than the person who fell, the sound of breathing from most of the candidates who were asking about the situation around them overlapped. In particular, those who were beginning to walk up to stop turned their backs and did not hesitate to bow their heads deeply in the next moment.
I don't even know who it is, but I still want to go down as deep as I can. "I'm sorry!" I reached out and said, "Only the culprit, the fool, is calling out." The man in the hood was taken away once and never tried to put it back on.
Crimson short hair and sharp purple eyes. Narrowing his wrinkles between his brows, he clearly looked at the fool.
The door opens almost simultaneously as the man stands up himself with his fingered hand.
The caution of not making too much noise from the guards, who probably don't know anything, was interrupted along the way. I turned to the man in the hood and called out the other guards in the hallway.
When the man in the hood who wiped the dust off his clothes commanded him to move his hand silently, the guard returned his thanks and immediately took the man from the stables out by force.... No, I think you're probably right to bring her in.
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. Wait
After removing all the dust from his clothes, the man who deepened the wrinkles between his brows reapplied the hood again in a slow motion.
After that movement, which seemed to erase us from sight, I took a chair that no longer sat anyone down, dragged it down to the deepest wall of the room, and sat with my arms together. Apparently, they're still going to stay in this situation.
Rather than allowing us to raise our heads, we were somewhat suspicious of who the man was who leaned against the head of the hood without even entering our sight, but...... we didn't have the courage to confirm it here. If it is as expected, it is not permissible to easily call out to a man who looks down and watches us with sharp eyes and pressure.
The candidate, who was obviously convinced of his identity, also kept his head down and his mouth tied. In a room where the temperature was pleasant, some sweat was dripping.
Shortly thereafter, the single returning guard and the other man, who called himself an adjutant in the upper echelon, did not even touch him in the hood. Perhaps that was what they were ordered to do.
After stating that one person failed first, they are informed that they will be separated between those who reach the final exam and those who fail. We lowered our heads deeply and finally lifted our heads to listen to the Underboss.
One by one, the successful interviewer sat down with the Queen, the Regent, and the Prime Minister. The unsuccessful candidates were ordered to refrain from completing the final exams in the separate rooms they were escorted to.
Finally, listening to the queen's words, I consciously breathe deeply. I don't care what the order is, so I think everyone in this room wants to leave.
One by one, they are called by their names at regular intervals, and they leave the waiting room with the guide. Probably to make sure that we don't know who passed or failed. The palm of my hand was naturally damp when I considered the whereabouts of that stablesman who had no sign of being called.
Much more nervous than in the beginning, the breathing sounds were almost a sinful silence, called Jilbert Butler, and I left the scene careful not to be fast-footed. Like those who had left the room before, he bowed his head deeply to the big guy who remained unchanged at the back wall.
I was taken to the guide and walked down the hallway. Refrain from asking questions here, and continue silently to climb the stairs on your back. There were many people who blinded themselves with figures and decorations, and it seemed like a different space because they had never walked as servants. But I only looked ahead calmly. Before taking the final exam, there is no way for the guide to expose the restless figure. And if you dive right in front of the door that opens up to you,
"Please, tell me, what the hell is going on with this?"
...... this is......
"Wait till this ends."
I was stunned by the feeling that my feet were crumbling, and I couldn't speak immediately.
When the guide who lowered his head to me closed the door, it sounded like a branding sound. It was a room with breathlessness, if not a room of sight. As a room in the Royal Palace, I was not embarrassed about the interior, but there were no windows. Or is it the difficulty of this fool's existence that unintentionally brands me?
The man who came to me with a steep expression had no mistake. I desperately regained my spirits as I wondered if I had been pushed into the same room with such a man. Without answering the man who called me in a low stance, I turned my thoughts, staring back at him so much that the hole opened.
Why was it dropped, could it be because of my lack of talent, or had I already decided who would pass? Or was it inconvenient for anyone to make me the Chancellor?
I don't know if those interviewers are in the upper echelons, or if they're in order. However, if you want to use my special abilities or want to get them for yourself, it is decided that it is more reliable and easy to use to enclose yourself in your pocket afterwards than to make it a prime minister.
You revealed too much in your hand. It's too late to regret it now.
“Please, tell me, why did I fail? Of course it was my carelessness that made you fall down....."
No, it's too early to give up. At least if their reaction is that, we can let them know who they are in the future. It was a big thing to reveal special abilities in the most effective places. In exchange for youth, he made further connections with the upper echelons, and gradually mediated as one of the aides to the upper echelons... In fact, in exchange for eternal youth and uninterrupted life, it would be a good idea to switch hands with me. Youngness, anyway, longevity and so on, till old age and death. No one will be able to find out I tricked you until I die.
If it's for Maria's sake, it's as light as that. I'm already here with a false background anyway. Is it going to give up here?
"...... Please calm down. I'm sorry, but I'm in a state of disappointment right now. Let's sit down for a while.”
First of all, I want to silence this troublesome man.
The man nodded in relief as he replied with a familiar smile and said in a calm, soft voice.
As I was urged, I went back to the chair where I was sitting, and I sat next to it. "It was definitely Jude," he said, calling him in the name of the nomination at the time of the exam, and finally answered with a decent answer. As a matter of fact, as long as he is taller than me, he is nominally a younger young man.
Even though I don't know the details, I explain that the opponent he pushed and tumbled could be considered to be the upper level or more [] based on the reaction of the surrounding.... Actually, there's more to consider, but it would be troublesome if I was to be beheaded and hanged. Rather, despite being ruined in front of a crowd, tumbled over, and clenched to the floor, he may not be as frightening an opponent as the people around him who have only disqualified him so far.
The man who seemed to be finally convinced by my explanation hung his head to the same position as the arm that had been placed on the desk. "Was that so..." I sighed as he rubbed his back and felt calm.
"Isn't your mind a little narrow...?" If you were hiding your identity, it's only natural that I don't know. I'm sure I wouldn't have been dropped for this if I were another candidate... a nobleman or someone in a higher position. People say they're equal, but in the end they're all like that. After all, it was definitely decided to be the prime minister. Even though I didn't have the wrong writing skills or special abilities. "
Wait, fool.
In front of the man who raised his head and looked up to ask for consent with somewhat shattered words that he understood as disqualification, I realized that the corner of my mouth was twitching. Can't you even reflect to that extent on the person who is in the upper position of identity?
I certainly don't think about inequality, but I knew it from the beginning.
I think I got a good letter of recommendation from a man who drives a bump and his own justifiable whisper. All the candidates who were present must have thought that their passing was a mistake. It is a reality that only one of those brilliant men can be chosen.
"I'm sure it's because I'm that prince." Because of this, not only special abilities, but also aristocrats and other people with higher formats are selected. I've never seen him before, but he's an exotic man, isn't he? Why do you bother to look for the Queen's husband from outside the country... We humans in the Kingdom of Freesia are like a chosen race? Besides, we who have been blessed with special abilities should stand higher than the nobles who have been chosen by God to have no abilities around us. Honestly, much more than a foreign prince. "
"It's better to keep it that way."...... I don't know where or who is listening. "
Pong puts his hand towards him and puts pressure on him to keep silent.
What kind of remarks do you make in the royal palace? I want you to get me out of the room as soon as you can. If you think you're doing the same thing with him, this time it's definitely the end of it.
Even if he were a disrespect to the royalty, he was thinking in his head that he might be able to twist his arms to silence him here.
However, the man said, "Isn't it true?" He stuck his cheek stick in my eyes without any misunderstanding. Once tied, the mouth opens again.
"If a princess or a prince born of marrying a person without special abilities is born without special abilities, rather than with predictive abilities, because the blood of Freesia has faded, that's the reason."
Conkon.
I instantly covered his mouth with my hand in a sudden knock.
Force them to shut up, call out with a single "shh", and then reply to the other side of the door. If the door is opened slowly, you will turn back with your hands down. If you look at it, I'm the guide. After all, I stretched myself to the point that I could still hear the slip of my mouth.
However, the guide called out my name with a plain expression without any appearance of confusion.
"I'll show you between the huts."... this way "
"Huh?......"
Along with the feeling of being watermarked on my shoulder, I noticed and rang the chair to the standing chair.
I thought it was the room of the unsuccessful person, but was it wrong? No, but then why is this guy here?
Eyelids looked back at her neck with open eyes. The man sitting next to me remained on his cheek stick. He didn't look surprised, just waved at me once.
I was taken to the guide without any explanation, and I walked down the hall again. Up the stairs, the guards line up from the wide hallway. Obviously, it was different from that room before we dived in the door.
The heavy doors were opened by the guards, and many people lowered their heads as if they were nobles. I managed to stay calm, but honestly, I still had a lot of mysteries and doubts about my eyes. Was it some kind of test for the man just now?