Penelope managed to calm her startled heart. From the moment she stepped into the Tower of Magic, she had felt it—this wasn’t going to be ordinary.

A short while later, Rub and Katherin entered, carrying bundles of soaked clothing. Soon after, dwarves and other mages followed suit, each holding similar bundles. Water dripped from the drenched garments onto the floor, forming small puddles.

Lecter frowned deeply.

“There’s way too much laundry. Do you all not understand the concept of moderation?”@@novelbin@@

“Let’s just see if it works first.”

Rub promptly stuffed the wet clothing he was holding into the spinner. Katherin piled another load on top, and when the dwarves joined in, the spinner looked like it was about to burst.

Penelope realized she needed to intervene.

“If you overload the spinner, it won’t work properly. Only put in enough for it to function correctly.”

“But we don’t know how much is the right amount. How about we fill it to the brim and take things out little by little if it doesn’t work?”

Rub’s suggestion was met with unanimous nods from the other mages. Penelope shook her head instinctively.

‘Typical mage logic.’

It was such a classic scientific mindset that Penelope, who had a humanities background, couldn’t help but roll up her sleeves. She began removing the soaked clothes, handing them back to Rub. Caught off guard, he accepted the bundle. She then stacked another pile onto Katherin’s arms without hesitation.

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