Vol. 15 Ch. 10: Everyone Has Their Own Idea of Tidiness

Hilda Everett was in despair.

As a researcher at the Institute for Magical Research, she had accumulated huge quantities of research materials and experimental equipment not only at work but at home as well.

She left all cleaning to her housemaid, but naturally, she couldn't let anyone touch her research materials or experimental equipment, so she organized them herself—or, more precisely, thought she had.

As long as she casually tossed used materials into empty spaces on the shelves and didn't leave them lying on the floor or desks, that counted as tidying to Hilda.

If she shoved old research data into some random shelf, that counted as tidying too, even if the shelf was packed to bursting.

As a result, it was hardly unusual for old research materials to come crashing down in an avalanche when she opened a storage shelf, causing a major disaster. And that was exactly what was happening now.

The instant she opened the storage shelf, the mountain of materials packed to the brim collapsed all at once, hitting Hilda head-on before scattering spectacularly across the floor.

Buried beneath the materials, Hilda adjusted her askew glasses and muttered with the expression of a scholar faced with a difficult problem.

"Something's wrong. I've been tidying up all the time."

While muttering something that would likely exasperate a maid, she began clearing away the scattered materials to make a place to stand...