Chapter 6

Chapter 6: 6

“Father! Please minister him! \n

I pushed him into my father’s room and said so.

My father seemed in the middle of writing a letter.

He is not distracted by the sudden intruders, and continues to write letters.

And after I finished writing, I turned my gaze to us.

“Are you talking to him about the Marka?

I nodded.

“Han. It is a foolishness I have never heard of, such as ministering the Marcas. Just kick him out.”

My father said that with a sigh. It’s the look I told you not to skip bullshit when you’re busy.

Still tough?

But you can’t break it here.

“He, Leeds Muses, has a high level of talent and it would be a great loss not to keep this person in the household”

“… Als, the Marcas are overwhelmingly inferior to us Samaforths. There’s no way you’re talented.”

This was the general perception of those living in Samaforth, of the Markas.\nAll in all, the Markas were recognised as clearly inferior species.

I don’t know exactly because I’ve never compared it, but it would be harder to think that there’s actually that much difference than having something as talented as Leeds.

“Marka, I don’t know if the whole thing is, but this Reetz is definitely heavenly chosen and talented. If you doubt it, why not test your abilities once?

……

Listen to me, my father thinks a little.

“… I can see why you’re so talented at that”

“I know what I know.”

“Sure, you spotted Millet’s bow talent.”

“Yes, my instincts, as they were, tell me that he has a rare talent of his kind.”

My father looks me straight in the eye.

He had a sharp eye for intimidation, but I stared back motionless.

After that, I also saw Reetz’s eyes.

Is it because I’ve lived a tough life, and he doesn’t seem to be pushed to my father’s attention either?

“If that’s what you’re saying, you can test it and hire it as a miscellaneous soldier if you know you’re talented.” \nAll right, I got permission.

Even if it’s a miscellaneous soldier, it’s fine.

My father is somehow a meritocrat.

Leeds will definitely make war effort, so he should eventually emerge.

Even if you don’t, you’ll be fine if you let me come out when I inherit the house.

“The test is a simple one. If you win this mock fight with me, I’ll do it as a pass.”

I am told the contents of the test and upset.

My father’s current martial arts value is 94, and Reetz is 70.

The limit number is 90 Leeds, so if you grow up, you still have a winner, but it will be difficult at the moment.

“Um, Father. He is only fourteen and young. I wondered how hard it would be to fight and win as many men as your father.”

“You’re talented, aren’t you?

“Yes, but… your father is also a gifted man in martial arts. We may be able to compete well when Leeds grows up, but I know it’s hard right now.”

“I seriously don’t fight. I’ll put a handful on you.”

\n“No, I didn’t know I had that…”

“I just haven’t had a chance to take advantage of it before. Serve the Rovents and show them your full power.”

“Ha ha…”

Reetz gets a slightly unintelligible look.

Am I dissatisfied?

Speaking of which, I was bringing him in without asking if he wanted to be a minister.

My desire to minister was too much ahead of me, and I forgot to ask the obvious. I don’t want this.

“You don’t like being a minister to the Lovents? Then tell your father not to do it right now.”

“Oh, no, I’m happy to talk about becoming a minister, and I think it’s a good story that doesn’t have any more… I was wondering if there was some such good story. Wherever you go, you’ve been persecuted for being Marka.”

“I’m not fooling you otherwise. Besides, I haven’t decided to become a minister yet. Father’s test will be tough. Well, I’m sure you can pass.”

That’s what I told you, and Leeds seems to have strained his mind a little.

That didn’t mean I didn’t want to be a minister anyway, so that was good.

We walked for a while and we arrived at the squad yard.