Myra and the Arcadian Lord

11. Registration work

Stepping inside she looked around. The place was crowded with villagers who were there asking for help or suggestions.

It is mostly the Magistrate who tends to the distress of the villagers and is responsible for maintaining stability in their respective villages.

The Magistrate back in her native village, had only two attenders working for him and his office was a small one attached to his house, but the Magistrate's office in the capital village seemed to be different. The office itself was a huge two story building with people busily walking around everywhere and it didn't look like the Magistrate's house was anywhere attached to his office.

There were three consecutive rooms in a row. The guard had pointed at the middle room so she entered it.

Around five officials were sitting in the room behind their respective desks busy reading or writting something. There was another cabin in the corner divided by a swinging door which she presumed is the Magistrate's workroom.

A man who seemed to be a clerk came out from the Magistrate's chamber with a bunch of files in his hand and he placed them on the third staff's table.

Myra walked towards the first table and asked the official behind it to register her name.

"Go to the fifth table and ask for the registration" he said without even lifting his head, busy reading a document.

Walking over to the table number five, she asked "Excuse me sir, I am new to the capital and a guard told me that I need to register my name here".

The fifth official was a falseborn demon. He was dark-skinned and was slightly overweight, his hair was somewhat bald and he had two small horns peeking out from either sides of his head. As per the carvings on the wooden badge pinned to his shirt, he went by the name Hagrid kenneth.

The official looked at Myra for a while as if trying to gauge her creature type and then pulled out a thick book.

"Full name?" he asked in a gruff tone.

"Amyra Brooke"

"Full name?!" he repeated sounding annoyed.

Myra frowned. 'Didn't she just tell her full name?' she thought, and then it clicked. "Oh! sorry. It's Amyra Everly Brooke".

The falseborn official scribbled her name on the paper, "Age?"

"Nineteen" she replied and he wrote that down too.

"Date of birth?"

"12th of Januaris 1744".

"Individual type?"

"A Pseudoborn demon". Myra's father was a human while her mother was a Trueborn demon making her a Pseudoborn.

Most of the Pseudoborn's showed the characteristics of the dominant parent, in her case her human side was more dominant making people around her mistake her to be a human, since she had dark brown eyes instead of golden and was fair skinned.

The official narrowed his eyes, hearing this.

"Are you sure that you are a Pseudoborn? You look more like an ordinary human to me. Say the truth if you are lying".

"No, I am a Pseudoborn for sure. My father is a human and my mother is a Trueborn" She said firmly.

He still looked at her suspiciously. It was very rare for a Trueborn to marry anybody of the lower status. Trueborn demons are usually very beautiful to look at and are rich with high social standards. To have any other creature lower than their own status as their partner is not something they usually entertain.

But in Myra's mother's case it wasn't any different. From what she had heard her Trueborn grandparents didn't approve of their daughter to be with a human as they thought that it would tarnish their reputation and was trying to marry her mother to another Man who was a trueborn. Her parents having no other choice had eloped.

"Which land are you from? and why are you here?" enquired the official and she answered him.

Finally after fifteen minutes of interrogation they were done.

"sign here" said the demon official placing a thick ledger book in front of her. The entire sheet had her details, she cross-checked it once before signing.

Then the official scribbled something in a small sheet of paper and handed it to her. "Go to the identification cell in the next room and show it there. They will give you a identity plaque"

Going outside she went to the adjacent room, next to the Magistrate's main office. There was a long queue. Standing in the line, she waited for her turn

Once she reached the front, she showed the person seated, the paper which the fifth falseborn official had given and he carved her name on a wooden plaque and stamped it with the Arcardian seal before handing it to her.

By the time, Myra was out of the office it was around noon and she was utterly famished. She found a street food stall nearby which seemed affordable, so she ate her lunch there and went in search of the employment cell.

The Employment cell was much more busier than the magistrates office. The place was bustling with all kinds of men and women waiting in a line to apply for an employment.

She had to wait in the line for almost two hours before she could get fill the application and by then her legs had started to ache badly from having to stand for a long time.

Now all she wanted to do was to find a decent inn so that she could sleep for the rest of the day.

After a long search she did find an inn that looked pretty satisfactory. Walking in, she saw a middle aged stout human women in the reception. The woman had black hair tied into a bun and was wearing oval shaped glasses on the tip of her nose. Myra found it quiet comical when the woman looked at her directly without seeing her through the lens.

Holding back her smile, "I would like a room please!" said Myra standing by the reception desk.

"Costs three silver coins a day" replied the woman sounding arrogant in an uninterested way. "You will have to pay twenty copper coins extra if you want food and hot water service".

The accommodation charge was a bit too high, but she had no other choice. If everything went well she would have a new job by the end of the week and if she is lucky she might even get an opportunity to work at a good household which could provide her with food and shelter.

"Then I'll have a room for two days" she informed.

"and the food and water? would you like to have that too?" enquired the innkeeper.

"Yes please, for two days" Myra answered. The verification officer at the employment cell had told her to come back two days later and had assured her that her list of work offers would be available by then.

"Then pay six silver coins for the room and Forty copper coins extra" demanded the women.

Myra pulled out her satchel and handed over seven silver coins and the innkeeper returned back the change along with a room keys.

Then the innkeeper lady called out a for young boy named James and asked him to show Myra into the third room on the first floor.

The boy led her upstairs to her particular room.

"Have a nice stay here, ma'am" The boy bowed at her slightly leaving her by the door.

Myra went inside and dumped herself on the bed feeling very tired. She had done enough of roaming work for a day and now all she wanted to do was to sleep peacefully forgetting all her worries for the time being.