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Chapter 3: The Award Ceremony and the Longing person
And the following week…
As Baskulvia welcomed its yearly harvest festival, the air was charged with an electrifying atmosphere of excitement and joy.
The incredible crowds and the evident optimism, which had been circulating in the city for a certain time, confirmed the “talk” that had been going around.
This term, that person—who was believed to be a hero’s ancestor—had enrolled in the Almeria Royal Adventurer School and was rumoured to be searching for a compatible companion.
(I still find it hard to comprehend that the person who rescued our village is visiting this city.)
But, it was real. The festival’s energy and the anticipation of finally being able to present the “Class of Occupation” were just among the many things that made my steps lighter as I passed through the crowd.
As a result, we, the orphans, assembled in one location and travelled to the location of the “Class of Occupation” award ceremony.
It was among Baskulvia’s largest and most spectacular circular arenas.
As the children of the city who were turning fourteen this year and the orphans lined up haphazardly on the dirt stage, the audience seats overlooking them were packed to standing-room-only. Although the exact number was unclear, it was likely in the tens of thousands.
Every year, many visitors come to witness the awarding of the “Class of Occupation”.
People from the city and adventurers alike come to assess potential craftsmen and promising adventurer candidates to recruit.
However, normally, there weren’t this many visitors. At most, it was usually only a few thousand people, and it would have been impossible for the circular arena to be full to capacity. Moreover, it was unusual to have even nobles among the visitors.
“In other words, we’re completely superfluous, aren’t we? After all, for today’s award ceremony…”
As my companion in the orphan group murmured beside me, overwhelmed by the number of visitors, he was interrupted.
“Ladies and gentlemen, please remain silent.”
The voice amplified by an audio magician’s skill resounded throughout the circular arena.
“We will now hold the Harvest Festival Award Ceremony. Before the ‘Class of Occupation’ award is presented, the keynote address will be given by the President of the Almeria Royal Adventurer School, Sariera Cookjoh. Please come up to the podium.”
With the emcee’s announcement accompanied by audio magic, a woman wearing a robe and with an age that belied her late thirties, ascended the broad podium made of cut stones.
She was a human woman who maintained both youth and beauty that one wouldn’t expect of a person in her thirties.
She was none other than Sariera Cookjoh, the highest authority figure of the Almeria Royal Adventurer School.
She was also one of the few A-rank adventurers in the great continent, known for being a member of the Almeria Royal Family and the de facto ruler of the city.