Reincarnated as a Genius Mage-Chapter 43: Blank

I’m tired of waiting.

And I’m pretty sure it’s been about fifteen minutes or more since the receptionist left.

I’m still at the lobby where all the gritty, and sweaty mercenaries are filled.

On a long, wooden chair. Long enough to fit about 20 or so people; I’m seated. My head low, my arms folded, and my right leg gently tap the ground in a rythimic movement.

There’s no one besides me on the long chair. I think everyone is avoiding me.

A weary sigh leaves my lips.

It must be because of Jennette. I mean, everyone might think we’re related in some sort way because she saved me. And about her reputation; she never once told me she’s... famous.

Jennette’s still hiding in the distance— between crowds of people. And the two green rings revolving around her are highly visible to me.

Just what is she doing? Hasn’t she already revealed herself? Right now, I can see where she’s hiding.

You know what? I’ll just pretend like I can’t see her. It seems she wants to play guardian from the distance.

A warm smile spreads on my lips.

Classic Jennette.

The burly guy that was threatening me earlier— it seems she let him off with a warning. That’s good. Though, I’d have done worse if it were me.

I nod, affirming the fact that Jennette is too soft. Or maybe she didn’t want to hurt him. But whatever, she’s soft.

"Um, Mr.. Blank?" The feminine voice of the receptionist echoes— piercing my ear, and I snap out from my swirling daze of thoughts.

I raise my head, my gaze locks with the receptionist’s. She stands over me— holding a sheet of paper on the same hand resting on her waist, and her other hand— it’s adjusting her glasses.

"So? What now?" I ask, my voice is low, and a bit hoarse.

She scans me with her eyes for a bit, then says; "your test. Your evaluator is waiting for you."

Finally.

Immediately I hear those words— I spring up from my sit. My knees crack, and my agile legs fills up with energy. "What are we waiting for? Let’s go meet this evaluator." I speak in a slightly commanding tone. But I tune it down a bit. I don’t want to sound rude.

She rolls her eyes, "follow me."

And we walk— from the lobby, to the decorated, and brightly-lit corridor.

We then arrive at a certain wooden door. There’s a wood plated text hung the top of the door stated; ’Guild Official’.

The receptionist opens the door, and she gestures with a flick of her wrist— telling me to walk in. And I step inside the roo— no. Office. It’s an office.

The sharp, minty smell trickles into my nose, and I sniff it in. And then—

And my gaze flickers, resting on a man with blue hair— one that covers his entire forehead.

Reminds me of Faleso.

He’s seated on a wooden chair. And in front of him; a desk that lies many books, and many documents.

And just few inches; in front of the desk— there’s a small, but comfortable looking wooden chair. I assume it’s for visitors.

"Um, sir.. He— this is the one I told you about. He’s here to apply as a mercenary, a.. and to get a mercenary license." The receptionist voices out. Her head’s lowered in a curt bow, and her voice comes out forced— like she’s having difficulty speaking.

The man— sparing no glance at me, or the receptionist; gives a quick nod. His eyes never leaving the paper on his hand that I assume he isn’t reading at all.

I know this ’pressure’ technique. It’s something that a lot of CEO’s back on earth did to show they were the ones in charge. It was fun dismantling their egos back then.

"I see... have I read his file?" He questions. I barely hear what he says, it’s as if he speaks through his throat.

His voice is really deep.

"Yes sir. You have, just a few minutes ago." The receptionist answers. Her eyes pupils shaking subtly as he locks his gaze with hers.

"And what is his name?" He asks her.

And her lips parts..

I have no time for this.

"I am Blank... Now, Mr Evaluator.. when is the test starting? You see, I’ve been waiting for a while now." I voice out, my voice dim, and strong-willed. I’m oddly irritated today, I don’t even care about the fact that there are four green rings of light revolving around him. A fourth circle air mage.

He raises his head— and his gaze locks with mine for the first time. And I see it through my mask..

Those hollow, black pits of his. I’m not sure if I should call those eyes or not.

My heart trembles slightly, but I control my breath, and calm myself. I’ve seen worse things.

He scratches the blue stubs of facial hair on his chin, and clears his throat— dropping the paper he held on his hand back on the desk.

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"Well, Mr Blank. You’ll have to give me a minute.

And, you’re a mage, right? Because that’s the only reason the reviewing department would assign a test taker to me. Mages are rare in the mercenary world, after all." he speaks, his chin calmly resting on his interlocked fingers. His tone is informal, and rather.. annoying.

A smooth exhale leaves my lips, and I shake my head.

"I asked, Evaluator. When is the test starting? Are you doing anything important that I should give you a minute to wrap up? Because, to my understanding— you’re free. Doing nothing."

As he listens to me, his brows quiver. And his lips twitch slightly.

"Why are you being so impatient? Just give me a mi—"

"Give me a clear time. When and where is the test taking place?" I ask curtly. It feels like I’m getting a bit rude. But I can’t help it. It’s the only way to let guys like him know you mean business.

...He goes silent. He’s just looking at me— his black gaze never leaving mine.

You’d have to do better than that to intimidate me buddy. I’ve had a lot of staring contests with Alexander. I’m not scared of those anymore.

"Fine. She’ll escort you to the coliseum where the test would be held. I’ll be right there." he points at the receptionist as he speaks. Finally giving up after my constant pressing.

"When would you be there? I’d like to get this over with quickly." I ask. I’m still standing next to the door— beside the receptionist. He didn’t even offer me a sit. Rude.

"Why are you in so much hurry?" He asks. His voice’s slightly lower than before, and his gaze’s much softer. But the intensity of my gaze doesn’t drop. And he lets out a resigned sigh, rubbing his forehead with his head low, "Fine. I’ll be there in five minutes."

Immediately he says that— I turn to leave. "That’s more like it."

Before I leave with the receptionist, I hear a whisper from him; "interesting."

A satisfied smile curls up my lips.

Now, the receptionist is leading me— on the way to the ’coliseum’ or something.

"Are you crazy?" suddenly, she speaks; cutting through the previous silence between us. And her voice’s barely above a whisper.

I don’t give her a reply. I just continue walking.

"You just acted that way in front of the legendary mercenary, Spade?" The frequency of her voice heightens slightly, but it’s shaky— like she just survived a death sentence.

I have no idea who he is, and I don’t care.

"Please, don’t talk to me. I’m trying to think." I tell her sternly.

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