The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 933

Chapter 933: A Sharp Eye

While recruitment and delegation for frontline positions still echoed the standards set by the Imperial military to a certain degree, it was an entirely different ball game for those hoping to work at the manor.

Truthfully, there shouldn’t have been any standards to begin with.

Because the Duke and Duchess of House Kyros had never intended to hire more people in the first place.

If anything, they only made room for those who were already part of their house. Medically discharged officers who refused to retire. Children who’d grown up within the manor’s walls and never really left. People whose loyalty had already been proven by time.

Unfortunately, Prince Elior and Rahil were none of those.

At least not at first.

Not until they managed to live another year without incident as foster children under Governess Agnes.

"Apparently, people from House Kyros were aware of all the visits we made when we first tried to apply for work."

"Eh?" someone blurted out.

Elior nodded, recalling the moment clearly.

Lady Agnes had casually dropped that particular revelation while knitting, as though she were commenting on the weather.

It hadn’t been comforting.

Those knitting needles were enormous. In her hands, they looked less like tools and more like potential weapons.

To say the two teens froze would’ve been an understatement. Elior distinctly remembered feeling like he might actually soil himself.

And then, as if it were nothing, the kindly grandmother had added that they’d done well over the past two years.

Done well.

They’d been stunned.

Lady Agnes had paused her knitting then, the needles still in her hands as she lifted her gaze toward the two rigid teens seated across from her.

Her expression had been calm. She even smiled warmly.

"Are you still interested in working for House Kyros?" she’d asked.

They could’ve fainted right there.

"Next thing we knew," Elior continued, "at sixteen, we found ourselves seated in front of Duke Leander, whom most people believed had long since fallen ill."

At that point, they’d imagined what that day might look like. They’d rehearsed responses in their heads. Prepared explanations. Worried about what to say if asked about their past, their skills, and their intentions.

Surprisingly, none of it mattered.

Consider them surprised when many of the usual procedures they expected had been skipped to discuss their job offer.

"...?"

Because apparently, they’d already been interviewing for over two years.

From the day they stood before the gates of the manor asking for employment, to the time they ended up at the orphanage, someone had been watching.

They weren’t the first desperate people to approach House Kyros.

And with the number of threats constantly directed at the house, along with the steady stream of infiltrators attempting to slip through the cracks, the family couldn’t afford to take chances.

But what truly opened the door for them wasn’t their glowing credentials but how they had been going about their lives. This was something they would learn about over time, but it definitely stuck until today.

Apparently, it was how they reacted during the kidnapping.

They didn’t abandon the younger children.

They didn’t abandon each other.

And they didn’t sell anyone out under pressure.

It hadn’t been an orchestrated test.

No one had wanted that attack to happen.

If Governess Agnes hadn’t witnessed their actions by chance, they likely would’ve been evaluated through some other means.

But she had seen it.

And Agnes had always been known for having a sharp eye for people.

The two elven teens had captured her attention.

However, given the nature of the job they were eventually entrusted with and the identity of the person they were meant to guard, no one would’ve felt at ease if Governess Agnes hadn’t evaluated them up close and personally.

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