“And so the receptionist tried to get me to leave, right?”
“Right. Suimei-san, at the very least, you should carry a magic staff with you. Even those unqualified applicants of late have brought appropriate equipment with them, let alone a card carrying member of the guild like yourself. It’s completely unheard of.”
“Sorry for that, really. I’m reflecting on my actions.”
If actions had simply not been thought through properly that was one thing, but this time, he’d also failed to take note of his surroundings, a rather serious oversight.
His head hung as he sighed inwardly. Dorothea stuck out her chest and spoke.
“It’s fine if you understand. It’s not like it was that big a deal anyway.”
Unexpectedly, this girl had quite an insensitive side to her.
“—Even if you say that, that was a pretty violent way just to get someone to leave, wasn’t it?”
This was something that Suimei had been concerned about the entire time. Even if you wanted to escort someone from the building, the way they’d gone about it had been overhasty, to say the least. Perhaps this was simply because Suimei was too accustomed to the polite service mentality of his own world, but even then, what was the deal with this world?
“You’re referring to the way the guild staff acted?”
“Yes. Doing things this way could really hurt your guys’ reputation. If others like me were to receive the same treatment, but not take it the way I did, then the guild could miss out on some promising recruits, right?”
Unexpectedly, she replied indifferently, “If someone were to back down just because of something like that, then we have no interest anyway. It’s not like we’re hurting for numbers.”
Her response had been clear cut and unhesitating. Responding to the other issue he’d raised, she added, “Also, bad rumors circulating about the adventurer’s guild is the norm.”
“Because of the successes of the Twilight Pavilion?”
“Yes.”
Her tone suggested she wasn’t bothered in the least.
“Any other questions?”
Of course he did. About that which he could not avoid—
“So what exactly does the assessment involve?”
He directly bared his concern. In those novels that Mizuki was so fond of, guild registration for people from another world always involved putting your hand on some crystal that measured mana or some other crazy thing to that effect. This world, it seemed, was the same.
As if she’d been awaiting this question the entire time, Dorothea’s answer was energetic indeed.
“With a battle, of course!”
“Of course!” my ass!