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Eating stale bread.

Honestly, it was a sight I hadn’t seen often since coming to this world.

I had heard that there were beggars among those who worked in the gallery.

But seeing it firsthand was a bit surprising.

However, I didn’t panic.

Just brought the beggar home.

Once home, I made the beggar take a shower.

I couldn’t stand the dirtiness.

Although it was a bit uncomfortable to ask for their name as if we were close… I still told them my name.

Just in case something unexpected happened, I used a pseudonym.

And so, my connection with the beggar began.

*

After tasting the bread and soup, I felt a slight fullness in my stomach.

I was always a big eater.

So, living on the streets was a bit of a struggle.

Hungry, but no food.

So, I wandered the streets all day, eating whatever I could find.

As I thought about this, I got up from my seat and saw Sylvia looking at the gallery, sitting and staring into space. She looked at me and said,

“Then, do some cleaning. Do you know how to sort things?”

“Oh, yes.”

I’m good at sorting things.

Knowing where to put what.

I was good at distinguishing things.

So, even though it was a beggar, I cleaned up as I walked down the street.

Well, it was a useless thing to do because it would soon get messy.

Thinking that, I followed Sylvia up the stairs to the 3rd floor.

‘Can’t we just teleport?’

I thought that, but Sylvia must have her reasons.

So, as we climbed the stairs, we suddenly found ourselves on the 3rd floor.

There was a very large laboratory on the 3rd floor.

“Oh… This is the laboratory. It’s bigger than I thought?”

“I enlarged it with magic. It’s a bit of a difficult spell.”

“Oh, I see.”

I wasn’t particularly curious.

So, I started looking around, wondering where to start cleaning.

I was curious about that.

As I looked around and finally looked at Sylvia-

“Then start cleaning.”

“What?”

Suddenly, the order to clean came.

“I told you to clean. Do you not want to?”

“Oh, no. It’s not that I don’t want to… but I need you to tell me how to sort things.”

If I make a mistake and misclassify something, the responsibility lies entirely with me.

So, I need to know how to classify things.

To avoid making mistakes.

Thinking that, Sylvia pulled out a book from somewhere with magic and handed it to me.

“Read this and get started. I’ll be napping for a bit. Wake me up when you’re done.”

“Oh, okay.”

With that, Sylvia walked slowly down to the 2nd floor.

“Hmm…”

It was quite a thick book.

It must have been around 500 pages long.

Well, it’s natural for a magician to have such books.

This one might be on the shorter side.

Considering the thick books that were displayed in the gallery.

Thinking that, I started reading the book.

“…It’s easier than I thought.”

It was a bit messy, but-

It was a book on how to classify things.

But it was a bit confusing.

It seemed intentionally difficult.

But it wasn’t difficult for me.

So, after skimming through the book, I started organizing right away.

“Potions shouldn’t be placed together with this…”

The contents of the book were already in my head.

So, I started organizing the things scattered on the floor.

I grouped together items related to experiments and cleared away the trash.

I could be wrong in what I was doing, but if I made a mistake, it was more likely that the book was wrong, not me.

I rarely forget things I’ve seen once.

So, I wondered how much time had passed.

The research lab, spanning about 100 pyeong, was neatly organized.

However, I was curious.

‘If it were someone else, they wouldn’t have been able to do it…’

I categorized things a bit better than others because I memorize things a little better, but if it were someone else, they would have been overwhelmed.

But why did they just give me books and leave?

Thinking it was quite thoughtless, I went downstairs to the second floor.

Then, I went to Sylvia’s room and knocked on the door.

Knock, knock.

“I’ve finished cleaning.”

Even though I said that, Sylvia didn’t get up.

She seemed to be deeply asleep.

So, I knocked on the door again.

I knocked forcefully and irregularly so she wouldn’t notice it easily.

Thud! Thud!

As I knocked like that, the door opened immediately, and an annoyed-looking Sylvia came out.

“…Already finished? I’ve only slept for five hours.”

“Come on, how long does it take?”

To be honest, I was a little nervous.

I wondered if I had organized everything correctly.

But I trust myself.

I must have done the job properly.

With that thought, I went up to the third floor with Sylvia.

*

So, I was a little annoyed.

I had planned to sleep for at least ten hours, but the cleaner woke me up after only five hours.

I still didn’t know her name, so it was better to call her the cleaner.

It felt a bit awkward to ask for her name.

With that thought, I trudged up to the third floor.

I could use teleportation, but that could deplete my walking strength, so I walked for health reasons.

Of course, I knew magic that could restore my walking strength, but… it came with physical pain.

So intentionally walking more often was better for me.

When I reached the third floor and opened the door, I saw the clean research lab.

“Hmm.”

But I could have done this myself.

Just one spell would make all the trash disappear.

Even the research materials would disappear, though.

That’s why I hired a cleaner.

It felt like everything had been thrown away.

If that were the case, it might be a hassle, but I could use magic to restore everything.

So, I asked, “Did you throw everything away?”

It was unavoidable for my words to come out a bit sharp due to the potential inconvenience.

But there was value in hearing the answer.

“No? You gave me a book on how to categorize things, so I organized everything according to that.”

“…And you did all that in five hours?”

“Well, it wasn’t that difficult.”

That’s unbelievable.

It would be impossible for an ordinary person to organize everything in five hours just by looking at a book.

It wasn’t just impossible.

It was beyond impossible.

Yet she did it.

Honestly, it was an unbelievable story.

“…Then I’ll check.”

“Oh, okay.”

The cleaner replied confidently.

Honestly, I didn’t have high expectations.

Even if she could see the categorization chart, it would be impossible to categorize everything meticulously.

With that thought, I wondered how much she had checked the categorization.

“…It’s real.”

The research lab was perfectly organized.

It wasn’t a small lab, but a 100-pyeong lab.

To organize a lab of this size in five hours, you would have to place items in their designated spots without making a single mistake.

At that moment, I realized.

This cleaner was a genius.

*

I felt a little uneasy.

After coming in, she suddenly said, “…It’s real?” and seemed to be deeply contemplating something.

‘I hope she’s not suddenly going to kill me.’

The thought of her saying, “You cleaned so well,” and then killing me crossed my mind.

Logically, it didn’t make sense, but wizards weren’t exactly logical beings.

With that eerie thought in mind, as I hesitated and distanced myself from Sylvia…

Whoosh!

Silvia used magic to bring me closer to her.

And then, she looked into my eyes and said,

“You, be my disciple.”

Honestly, I was a little taken aback when I heard those words.

I had never been interested in magic to begin with, and I had only come here because they said they would provide me with food and shelter.

I had no desire to learn magic.

But as I looked at Silvia’s face in front of me now-

“Oh, okay.”

I couldn’t refuse.

I felt a strong determination that if I didn’t accept, she would kill me right then and there.

Well, she probably wouldn’t actually kill me, but that’s how I felt.

Thinking that, I accepted-

“Alright, then take a break for today since you’ve been through a lot.”

“Yes.”

“Come to the lab tomorrow when you wake up, or knock on my door if I’m not there to wake me up.”

“Okay.”

I was a bit slow to react because the current situation was a bit bewildering.

I had only come to clean, but suddenly I was being chosen as a disciple.

Beyond being amazed, I was more afraid that there might be some trickery involved.

But I couldn’t run away either.

There was nothing more pointless than running away from a magician.

So, now I had no choice but to live as her disciple.

“..Ah, I really don’t want to study.”

I really hated studying.

Ah, I don’t want to be a magician-.