Infinite Wizard

Vincent shouted as he grabbed Shirone by the shoulder.

"Shirone! Why did you allow it? This is dangerous! No, it's my responsibility! It's because this father is ignorant! So let's say no!"

"It's okay, Dad. All you have to do is not leak it."

"It's not that simple. How can there be secrets in what people do? No matter how you think about it, it was crazy! This father takes responsibility and refuses!"

Shirone smiled and shook his head slowly. I met really good parents.

"Thank you, Father."

Vincent's face darkened. It was the first time that Shirone called him father. But even more surprising than that was the fact that Shirone was shedding tears.

"Shirone... ... ."

Shirone opened his arms wide. And he said with a big smile that matched the size of the ecstasy.

"My father gave me the greatest gift in the world."

"Huh!"

Vincent lost face and burst into tears. Had he ever seen his son's tears in his life? No, had he ever seen such a face full of joy?

"Don't worry, Shirone! Dad will protect you no matter what! Don't worry about anything and work hard! I will protect you!"

"Dad, I will work hard."

"Yes, my son! My treasure!"

Vincent embraced Shirone and kissed his son's forehead. In the warmth of his wealthy father's affectionate hug, Olina, his mother, shed tears of joy.

A week later.

The rank butlers of the Ogent family came to pick up Shirone. It was said that it would take more than two years to organize 10,000 books, but Shirone, who had lived a simple life, only had a backpack at most.

Temuran promised 20 gold a month for taking Shirone. His family's monthly living expenses were 4 gold, so it was a huge amount.

When you come back, will this house be a little luxurious? He knew that his parents weren't like that, but Shirone tried to get rid of his regrets by imagining them happily.

From the moment you get on the carriage, the contract takes effect.

The regular butlers proceeded with the contract in a flash, and Vincent, who was distracted, had to ride Shirone in the carriage without fully sharing the degree of farewell.

Waiting in the carriage, Shirone was calm. He didn't express it to his parents, but it was important for him to keep his head cool rather than emotional from now on.

When I closed my eyes and entered the zone, my parents, waiting for departure while wiping away tears, came through synesthesia. Shirone moved her thoughts as if touching their hearts.

A warm feeling crept into the hearts of Vincent and Olina. It wasn't something that could be called magic, but it was clear that Shirone's whole heart had been touched.

When the carriage rattled, Shirone bounced out of the spirit zone. But the eyes were still closed.

Entering the Ogent family was a double-edged sword that could be both a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and a worst-case scenario.

Can you survive two years among powerful people?

Leaving himself in an unknown future, Shirone fell back into the Spirit Zone.

* * *

The Ogent family was celebrated for its lineage of nationally certified third-class swordsmen. At its helm, August Bischoff, a fourth-class swordsman of national repute, held the esteemed position of military commander in Creas City.

Arriving at the Ogent family, Shirone was overwhelmed by the expansive scenery beyond the front gate.

A huge road ran through the entire site. The road that penetrated the overwhelming size of the mansion, passed through the arch and exited through the back door, extended far beyond what could be seen with the naked eye.

'This is the great job tool of the Ogent family that I've only heard about.'

The large-scale sword that divided the site into two without any roughness was a symbol of the exhilarating temperament of the Ogent family.

The butler in his early twenties laughed at Shirone.

"Hehe, are you scared? No need to be surprised already. Because the family members are more monsters."

"Be careful with your words. Do you want to run away?"

The elderly butler cautioned. However, there was no intention of belittling, so he stopped the questioning and entered the main gate with Shirone.

Daejikdo was not a path for butlers. Shirone took a detour around the mansion along the garden path built beside the road.

The place where the butlers stayed was a four-story circular building. When I went up to the office, sub-butler Temuran was watching the work.

"Are you here? I will explain the work, so please follow me."

"Yes, I will do my best."

Temuran went to the library without even being greeted.

The iron door of the library opened with an old sound, revealing a space full of books. There were only books on the second, third, and fourth floors.

Shirone clenched his fists, drawing in the nostalgic scent of aged paper. For such a cause, risking his life felt undeniably worthwhile.

"We will move the books here to the new library. Your task will be to classify them. Each week, I'll provide you with a list to locate and organize the books accordingly. Your working hours will be from 9 AM to 6 PM, after which you are free to enjoy your time. Please note, you are not permitted to leave the premises, nor enter the mansion unless explicitly instructed. The head butler will acquaint you with the house rules. Do you understand?"

"Yes. When can we start?"

"Starting tomorrow, you'll begin your duties. For now, take the time to unpack and rest. Meanwhile, familiarize yourself with the butler rules."

The next day, Shirone went to work at the library. When he started working on it, he realized why he had to do it alone.

The document given by Temuran had hundreds of titles written on it, but the classification criteria were up to one's mind.

For example, it was unclear whether the book 'The History of Swordsmanship' should be classified as a history book or a swordsmanship book.

Although Temuran laid down the basic system, arbitrary judgment was often required to divide the 10,000 books.

Shirone decided to prioritize. Since history is comprehensive and swordsmanship is specialized, the history of swordsmanship is classified as swordsmanship. It took two weeks just to set the standard in this way.

But even this work was beneficial to Shirone.

What I realized in the process of creating a classification system is that all knowledge is connected. Music and mathematics, chemistry and spirit, also art and science were not different. 

After the classification system was established, the work gained momentum. When I was able to meet the target amount within the time, I turned my attention to studying.

Knowledge is the biggest criterion that separates nobles from commoners. The knowledge gained here would be of great help in the future.

Shirone decided to use his time efficiently. There are ten thousand books in front of his eyes. Even if he had two years, he couldn't read all the books.

'Where do I start? Can't I just read random things?'

A good idea came to Shirone, and he hit his knee. Since all knowledge is connected, he could reinforce other knowledge later as long as he delved into one discipline.

"Then, which field should I dig into?"

The corners of Shirone's mouth went up as he repeated his thoughts.

"You just have to study history."

If human life is history, knowledge has also developed along with history. Learning history first was like building a creature's backbone.

Shirone drew the horizon of history in his head. If the lines were enlarged, all the knowledge of mankind, including religion, science, magic, mythology, literature, art, politics, war, and economy, would be contained in chronological order.

"If you learn history, you can always reinforce other knowledge. No, it is possible to combine much faster. History is the backbone of knowledge."

About 850 historical books are stored in the Great Library. Shirone made up his mind. Read all of these 850 books in two years. It is to build the backbone of knowledge!

From that day on, Shirone read a book without going back to the dorm even after the workday was over.

He missed roll call in the name of working overtime, but no one cared about Shirone, who was a temporary worker, except for Temuran.

To be honest, reading history books was hard work. Growing up in the mountains for 16 years, he could not be reminded of the names and characters of continents he had never heard of, and the events intertwined there.

I thought about memorizing the whole thing, but I shook my head. Memorization is written in the head, but understanding is written in the heart. Understanding and passing on even one line of events was the royal road to building the backbone of knowledge.

Even so, understanding history was hard work.

It did not end with an incident, but I had to carefully examine why this incident had to happen and what kind of incident this incident would affect in the future.

Efficiency dropped remarkably, and it reached the point where I couldn't read a book even after a week. He had frequent days of sleeping in the library, and most of the time he collapsed as if fainting.

4 a.m.

The iron door opened, and Temuran entered with a crystal lamp. Shirone didn't notice, but Temuran came in at this time every day to watch over Shirone.

I looked at the book Shirone had dropped while reading. Even though the content is not very difficult, the book has not changed for 15 days.

Temuran snorted. If he frantically studied practical books, he thought of prohibiting entry outside of working hours.

But now that I see it, it's completely insane. Just because he knew how to read, he was an idiot who dreamed of wild dreams.

"So it is. What kind of success will you try?"

Temuran turned around with a more relaxed mind. To succeed in his studies, luck is required, but his head must be supported. Shirone, who only dreamed grandiosely, thought that he had already failed.