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T.N: Hereâs a chapter. Might release the next chapter faster. Maybe. Maybe not. High chance probably not
<h1>Chapter 43:ăInterview Training</h1>
It seems that thereâs no one from the village that Amyl and Lelena lives in had any experience working outside. Itâs either doing the family business or helping around the house, which according to my standard is something like a half-NEET from my previous life. Since it is said that to enter the Knight Corps required both social standing and fighting power, itâs important that he hardens his mind and practice right now.
I carry the table which I asked to borrow from the hotel bar below, and create a small interview space. Diabell dressed like an interview official and sits next to me. Claire is standing on the entrance side, being in charge of bringing tea. Lelena and Shallie are playing house on the bed.
And thus, Amylâs interview training begins. With a knock on the door, the door was opened without waiting for an answer.
âOkay, disqualified.â (Est)
I really donât know whether this guy is useless or not. What are you doing immediately opening the door like that? I point it out and ask him to start again. Again, the door is knocked. Good, he didnât open it immediately this time.
âAlright. Please enter.â (Est)
Amyl bows and enters the room. Good, you seem to learn something. Amyl closed the door and came in front of the table and sit on the chair. I quickly threw the tiniest fireball.
âHot! What are you doing!?â (Amyl)
âThatâs my line you fool! How many times have I said not to sit down until I said so!?â (Est)
He ignores me while mumbling something. Letâs redo from the sitting. This is the whip of love.
âWhen you sit on the chair, say âthank you in advance for todayâ. Then you can proceed.â (Est)
I look at Amylâs simple resume that consist of experience and record of qualifications. His handwriting is messyâŚI guess? Although I can read the character of this world, Iâm not sure I could differentiate between the ugly one and the good one.
âErm, Amyl-kun right? 18 years old huh, so young~.â (Est)
âDidnât you already know thatâŚno, its nothing.â (Amyl)
He became silent after I glared at him. Whispering is strictly prohibited during training. If you keeps on prattling like that I give you a weird nickname. From now on youâre the Smiling Adventurer. Want me to shove a doughnut into that mouth?\n
[T.N: Sorry, it should be a reference to something, but I have no idea what it is. Either Smiling Adventurer or Laughing Adventurer.]
âThereâs no working experience aside from helping with the family business huhâŚ? You, what have you been doing until this year?â (Est)
I make a posture of fixing my glasses although Iâm not wearing any. Itâs the posture thatâs important.
âEh? Well Iâm just working as adventurerâŚâ (Amyl)
âThat canât really be called as working. Not to mention becoming an adventurer with a girl and being together with your childhood friend until marriageâŚare you shitting with me you Raijuu!?â (Est)
âR-riaâŚwhat?â (Amyl)
âMy Lord, this has just become and envy grumbles.â (Diabell)\n
[T.N: If you have no idea what Riajuu mean but still managed to find my site and this novel, start questioning your existence.]
Oops, not good. My true intentions had unintentionally leaked. My flame of envy is nothing new concerning Amylâs circumstances. Even in my previous life I had no one to be called as childhood friend. So jealous so jealous so jealous.
âAmyl-dono, why did you want to join the Knight Corps?â (Diabell)
Diabell changed with me and ask the question that I want to hear. As expected of my secretary. How precise. There might not even be a need for me to be here.
âThatâs right. Although my life is one of the reasons, I want to protect the people who live in this country. The village where I lived was poor and always troubled with the monsterâs attacks. However the knight from the garrison town nearby saved us every time. I want to be the one to help them this time. That is my main reason.â (Amyl)
Ooh, some proper answer came. Since its Amyl, itâs impossible for him to tell a lie. In other words, itâs his real intentions without any hidden motive. Iâm not sure whether to say heâs honest or naive. Itâs easy to be amazed in front of such a guy.
âIs that so, understood. Letâs end this with that question.â (Diabell)
âThank you for today.â (Amyl)
Amyl bows and leaves the room. Well, itâs a passing mark somehow. Itâs not good, but itâs not bad either. Since I can see his enthusiasm, itâs likely that it will go well with the real thing.
Then next is the combat training that heâs been waiting for. Since Iâve never sparred with Amyl before, I wanted to fight with him once. We both held a sword at the innâs backyard. Amyl is using the great sword that we got from the Dullahan the other day. I canât be careless.
âThis is the first time that I fight against Est.â (Amyl)
âOh? Am I not good enough as a sparring partner?â (Est)
âAlthough Iâm not sure if Iâm good enough as your sparring partner, Iâll go do do my very best.â (Amyl)
It wonât really be a match if you compare Amylâs and my status. However for a victory or defeat in a fight, the person with superior status wonât necessarily win. I have proven that against the Dullahan the other day.
I directly receive Amylâs strike with my shield. Although heâs trying to overpower me until his face turns red, my arm doesnât budge an inch. I just push it back with my shield and greatly breaks his posture. I drove my sword non-stop.
Although he managed to defend against them, thereâs too much of a difference in speed between Amyl and me. He received a single blow from the place where he canât avoid, causing his sword to be flicked in the air.
Amyl suppressed his hand that had became numb with a mortifying expression. Do you think this is over? Weâre just starting.
âWhat are you doing? Quickly pick up your sword. Weâll continue until you can land one hit on me.â (Est)
Amyl who heard that is smiling wryly with tears in his eyes, trying to held his sword again. Although we keep on sparring nonstop from morning till evening, he cant even land a single hit on me. However, he could hold on longer every time we repeat the spar, until finally, where even if I say itâs not a draw, he had become pretty skillful to handle something quickly.
I throw a wet towel towards Amyl whoâs lying on the ground breathing roughly.
âSeriously, you donât hold back at all. How much of my mind do you want to break?â (Amyl)
ââŚyouâre regretting it?â (Est)
âNo, its the opposite. If I could hold on against you, I wonât be defeated against anyone in this neighborhood. It seems that Iâll be able to do well with the real thing.â (Amyl)
âThen its good.â (Est)\n
It seems that he had gained some confidence somehow. Lets pray that todayâs training wonât end up in waste. I can do nothing about the real thing tomorrow aside from betting whether he will be laughing or crying.
T.N: I feel like the interview is useless.
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