Goblin Slayer, Vol. 6
“There! Excellent work!”
The sound of Guild Girl stamping the paper echoed around the room. She smiled brightly and straightened the paper up, signaling the end of the interview.
Phew! Priestess’s little chest sank as she let out a well-earned breath.
Yes, she and Guild Girl knew each other, but it would have been almost impossible not to be nervous about one’s promotion interview. Especially not with Inspector, the servant of the Supreme God, using the Sense Lie miracle the entire time…
“Good job,” Inspector said. “Don’t worry, you’re fine. I know you weren’t lying about anything.”
“Y-yes, thanks. But it still makes my heart pound…”
“I think if it didn’t, you might not even have a pulse!” Inspector responded, waving away Priestess’s concern.
Beside her, Guild Girl relaxed her pasted-on smile and chuckled. “There are two things you should be a little afraid of if you want to survive in this world: enemy monsters and your bosses.”
It was best to be nervous and then to go ahead and act. One who behaved rashly, without knowing what they were dealing with, was foolish. Or anyway, so he had said.
“The only thing you had to get through was the solo performance. Hang on a second, please.” Guild Girl took a brand-new metal tag from a box. She took a quill pen and began to write on the blank face in flowing letters.
Name, age, class, skills, and so on…
An exact copy of Priestess’s Adventure Sheet, the proof of who she was.
One year.
It had been one year since she had gone on that first goblin-slaying quest, fallen into danger, and been rescued by that person.
She had made friends that she cherished, fought an ogre in some old ruins.
She had run through a field in the dark of night to set an ambush for a goblin lord who had come with his army.
In the sewers beneath the water town, there had been the horrific blow from that goblin champion.
Then the battle with the eyeball creature in the innermost chamber, and the rematch with the champion, in which a bold stroke had saved their lives.
She had put on the vestments for the autumn festival and danced a prayer to the gods.
And immediately after that, she had faced a dark elf in combat.
Come winter, they had turned north, fighting the goblins who had been attacking a village there from their fortress.
There she had met Noble Fencer, slain the goblin paladin, and greeted the new year with him.
And then… And then…
“…”
Priestess closed her eyes, the details of each memory, each event, each experience flashing through her mind.
All of it had happened after her promotion from Porcelain, the sign of a newly minted adventurer, to Obsidian.
And yet…
“Right…”
Even now, being promoted for a second time, it still didn’t quite feel real to her.
Had she really reached the eighth rank?
Was she really strong enough for that?