"That's true."
"Are you trying to become a mercenary?"
"I wanted to experience mercenary work during the vacation."
"Mercenaries sure seem easy to everyone. Every Tom, Ditch, and Harry wants to become a mercenary for fun."
Barosu's lips twisted upward. Just as Aint's brow twitched, he continued.
"But you're not just anyone, so I understand. Hey."
"Yes, yes! Mr. Barosu!"
The guide, recognizing Barosu, answered in a tense voice.
"He doesn't need to take the test. This friend is the runner-up of the academy's first year. You can register him directly as Level 3."
"Runner-up, you say?"
"Yes, his skills are certain."
Thanks to Barosu's testimony, the mercenary registration was completed in an instant. A silver tag with the number 3 engraved on it was placed in Aint's hand.
"Thanks, that was easy because of you."
"No need to thank me. With your skills, it would have been just a matter of sooner or later anyway. If you're done, please move aside. I have business to attend to."