The first of the Examiners didn't feel like somebody you'd find from a 'Hunter's Association'. In fact he felt more like a bureaucrat than anything else, which when I thought about it, most examners from any association were.
The Archery Club back at one of the boarding schools in Japan my parents sent me to, did they have a cute tough girl with a bow over her back wearing archery team clothing sit at the judge's table and hand out points!? Nope. It was some old guy in a suit with a pen and a clipboard.
Sometimes I even wonder: is there just like some secret society of judges and examiners that only allow in elderly politician types?
Perhaps it was just me. Maybe these examiners were old retired veterans of the art they came to judge, and they only had to wear suits cause that was just a job requirement when you were giving out an immensely important test? Either way. The first examiner to arrive who went by the name of Mr. Tlaloc, looked like a pot bellied balding man, who stood and carried himself in a manner that reminded you of a grumpy English Butler. This guy was probably the Simon Cowell of hunting licenses, except at least Simon Cowell was a nice guy nowadays (I think having kids mellowed him out). He was human by the looks of him, which was easy to tell since humans are one of the few humanoid races that continue to age throughout life.
The next judge to show up surprised me. It was in fact the third demon I had ever seen that wasn't a slave or low class service worker of some sort. It explained quite a bit honestly, like why Hellbi had so readily accepted me and not warned me of harder times finding jobs as a demon Huntress. According to Medi later, apparently demons are known as the greatest nomadic hunters in the world, so in spite of discrimination, when it came to killing monsters nobody really objected to a demon taking on the job as long as they didn't talk much or interact much. Though apparently collecting payment was still a huge pain.
The demon was male, and like most full grown adults, appeared around at least 18 and no older than the earliest of his 20s. His features would've made any girl from my world scream. He looked like he'd be a white haired yellow eyed version of one of those hot anime dudes from a romance anime.
Again, I don't get why people are racist against demons. If we're that beautiful you'd think we'd be more like Asian girls where the stereotype is that we're perfect dating material.
The third judge was a pleasant looking woman of elvish descent. I could tell it was very plausible she was around literally 18 years old, because like with demonic fang length, the tips of an elf's ears can tell you the age, and her ears weren't even long enough to match Agnese who was around 50 years older than me. (Yes Agnese is still a teenager like me by elf standards. Abby was around 1500).
She blonde hair, a beautiful super model style body, somewhat slanted eyes, and she wore a formal white suit and tie that matched her skirt. Something about her just felt immensely intimidating.
"She doesn't feel like she's done any hunting." I said as I watched her step through our front door, and I saw Hellbi greet her. "She looks like she might just be a kid honestly."
"Fool!" Griffin said hastily. "Mira! That is the Princess of Varismalia! Cassandra Prim Excelsior herself!"
I snorted. "Wait Excelsior can be a name? Somebody tell Stan Lee- hold on, w-wait! Princess!?"
I looked at the girl with a feeling of terror. What was the royalty of an entire country doing overseeing one measly demon's final exam to go hunt monsters professionally!?
"The Hunter Corps hold a special place in the Princess's heart lassie." said Griffin, clapping my back. "A few of their members were instrumental in taking down a plot to assassinate her. Ever since then she's been quite an advocate for their success, learning the art of hunting herself in her spare time and becoming quite an authority figure on it's intricacies. The Hunter Corps's numbers are actually quite slim due to the low rate of students ever finishing the rough training."
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The Demon's Travels. Sanctum.
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