Chapter 3
Guest Room Attendant
“Float.”
Sena Loengrin gave the order to the cart piled with laundry.
Immediately, the runes engraved into the bottom lit up with a pale blue glow.
A levitation spell activated, and the cart filled with bags of used linens—sheets and towels of all shapes and sizes—rose several dozen centimeters off the floor.
Even though it floated, moving it still required a fair amount of strength. Sena braced her lower body and pushed against the cart’s handle.
There was a trick to pushing these.
First, she had to lower her hips, almost squatting, then push upward and forward as if kicking off the ground. A dull jolt would come through her arms, and then the cart would quietly begin to slide forward.
From there, all she had to do was lean her weight onto her heels, steadily pushing forward like a slow-moving turtle.
Once it gained momentum, the cart glided through the air as if its earlier heaviness had been a lie.
It took practice to get used to the technique, but once mastered, even a few children could move a cart. As Sena navigated the employee hallway toward the laundry room, she saw coworkers in matching uniforms silently pushing their own floating carts.
“Whew… heavy. Just a little more…”
Sena worked at Gatharic, a luxury resort hotel in the prime district of the Grizaina Kingdom’s most prestigious vacation area.
Inside the laundry room, she hoisted the bags of linens and tossed them one after another into a massive box for laundry waiting to be washed.
By tomorrow morning, they would be fresh and clean again—but right now they carried the smell of people’s sweat and oils, making her feel as though she herself had become part of that odor.
“No good. I need to get back quickly.”
She turned the now-empty cart around and headed to the supply room. There she prepared the materials needed for tomorrow’s work and stored the cart in the row of identical ones.
She had greeted early-departing guests at seven in the morning and started cleaning rooms immediately after.
Before she realized it, it was already four in the afternoon. She hadn’t taken a proper lunch break, meaning she had been working nonstop for nine hours.
“Maybe I’m working too much…” she murmured to no one in particular, heading for the locker room where she kept her personal belongings.
Just as she approached, the door to the men’s locker room opened.
Seeing who came out made Sena recoil, turning her gaze away.
Bald.
The large, red-haired man in his twenties looked at her with a smirk, his eyes crawling over her body in a sleazy, oily way.
…He was a full-time employee of the hotel.
“Well, Sena. Looks like you finally finished today?”
“Bald… sir. Good work today. Yes, I managed to finish just now.”
“Just now, huh?”
He was also the section chief of the linen department.
Sena forced a faint smile for her direct superior.
“You’re slow. The others finished two hours ago. Don’t tell me you were slacking off?”
“What? No, I would never—”
Today’s shift had been understaffed.
The linen department usually had more than twenty workers, but many called in sick early in the morning, and Sena had been pulled to cover them.
“Being short on people isn’t an excuse. I delegate tasks so that you can finish anyway. Useless.”
“Yes… I’m sorry, Bald… sir.”
She wanted to shout, That’s not my job!
Her assigned area wasn’t the regular guest rooms she had been cleaning that afternoon—it was the suites.
After this, she didn’t have the luxury of going back to her dorm to eat.
The dormitory was a twenty-minute walk each way, and she had less than an hour before her next shift.
Her dream was to someday buy her own home—whether a house, an apartment, or a condo.
To do that, she had to work longer hours than everyone else.
Her next shift as a waitress at the top-floor bar started at 5 p.m.
“Honestly, I give you flexible shifts and this is what I get. This is why foreigners are useless…”
“Yes. I’m sorry.”
Sena shrank her neck and apologized.
It was an insincere apology, but she wanted to end the conversation as soon as possible.
There was somewhere she needed to stop by before her next shift.
But Bald, wearing a smug expression, seemed eager to continue lecturing her.
“That accident two days ago was practically your fault too.”
“That… was because of Kati and Zett—”
“Don’t blame others!”
BANG!
He slapped the wall hard.
The intimidating gesture made Sena shrink further.
The “accident” from two days ago had happened when she was pushing her cart down the hallway and two chatting coworkers ahead of her missed a step and fell together.
When they fell, their carts tipped as well, spilling their contents all over the hallway.
Sena tried to stop her own cart immediately, but once something that heavy started moving, it didn’t stop easily.
Kati and Zett—two young coworkers—were nearly crushed between the fallen cart and the step.
Bald blamed the entire incident on Sena.
As the supervisor responsible, he had been severely reprimanded by higher management.
The two injured girls had received treatment in the infirmary and soon returned to work, but from that day on, Bald’s temper had been foul—especially toward Sena.
