The Low-Ranking Civil Servant Wants to Achieve Success-Chapter 7

‘But the fact that I’m just a lowly staffer who can’t even talk to the Crown Prince—that’s too big of an obstacle. Unless I somehow become a minister or something...’

Anyway, that’s why I hadn’t expected this whole scroll incident to broadcast my competence all over the place.

‘Of course, someone like Luka, who works in a merit-based department, probably wouldn’t even °• N 𝑜 v 𝑒 l i g h t •° realize.’

In the original novel, Luka gets caught up in the chaos of the war and helps the protagonist, Prince Jayden, escape the palace.

Then he uses his remarkable medical skills to heal all of Jayden’s knight companions.

‘At the very least, this means he’s not involved with the people behind the war. He disappears pretty quickly, but he’s still a decent extra character.’

I, who wasn’t even considered decent enough to be that, blinked slowly and spoke with disinterest.

“Who’s even going to care about scroll activation? Our department’s the kind where even interns quit after just one day. What did you expect?”

Luka frowned and asked,

“You had an intern?”

“Yeah.”

I mumbled, recalling the intern with the pretty face, even behind her glasses.

“But she was a total brat who only knew how to assert her own rights.”

“What?”

“The first thing I asked her to do—just move two boxes fifteen minutes before the end of the day—and she said no. I mean, seriously? And when she asked for document access, she was all smug about it.”

Luka nodded in agreement, his face full of fury.

“Total brat. People like that need to experience the harsh reality of workplace life.”

“Exactly! If she’d stuck around under me, I would’ve rolled her around until she learned how to act like a proper member of society.”

But I didn’t have to see her again.

I’d processed her resignation just yesterday morning and revoked her access rights, too.

‘Just revoking her clearance alone meant I had to rush paperwork first thing in the morning while I was already busy with an offsite assignment.’

I was already swamped. Honestly, I’d been pretty annoyed.

But since it was a security issue, it had to be handled first.

“Uugh... Alright, I should get washed up now.”

I stretched with more energy than I’d had in a long time.

I was planning to head straight to work.

***

Kiaros was receiving a report from the Commander of the White Knights at dawn.

“Your Highness, the Scroll... that department is preparing disciplinary action against Miss Namia, claiming she made an inventory error.”

“What?”

Kiaros frowned at the word disciplinary.

While undercover as an intern, he’d been right next to Namia and had heard her conversation with the team leader.

[Team Leader, don’t you think six defensive scrolls is too few?]

He had even gone to the warehouse himself. There had definitely been only six defensive scrolls.

‘And now suddenly there were 172...’

Just before the ambush, Namia had asked to bring a bunch of scroll parchment and ink.

And the next morning, she’d been standing there looking like she hadn’t slept at all.

As Kiaros fell into thought, the commander added carefully,

“In recent years, the number of scrolls sent along for escort has usually been around five, so the department probably thought six would be enough.”

He tilted his head, clearly confused.

“Honestly... I thought so too. I’ve never even seen a defensive scroll get used before. But now that I’ve seen them in action, six is nowhere near enough.”

Kiaros didn’t have a solid grasp of scrolls either.

‘There just aren’t many people who know scrolls well. Those who do are all locked up in the Magic Tower.’

Magic was the domain of the Magic Tower—and the Tower was an extremely closed-off organization.

The Tower Lord was particularly eccentric, sensitive, and petty—a person best left unprovoked.

Kiaros spoke lowly.

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“I suspect Namia Roafi stayed up all night and made those 166 scrolls herself.”

“Is it even possible for one person to make 166 scrolls in one night?”

The commander blinked, clearly baffled, then added,

“Well, just seeing all 172 activated at once was shocking enough. I’ve never seen anything like it.”

“Hm.”

“Are scrolls really supposed to activate that easily? But if Miss Namia was that skilled, wouldn’t she already have joined the Magic Tower...?”

The commander scratched his chin, looking lost. Kiaros simply glared at the report, his brow deeply furrowed.

“Hm.”

There was a brief silence.

Thinking the scroll topic was over, the commander cautiously changed the subject.

“Still, shouldn’t we issue a reward? I’m sure Your Highness handled the threat yourself, but the only one who properly carried out the escort duty was Miss Namia.”

He, of course, had no idea about Kiaros’s blackout period.

“Following precedent, how about awarding her a royal commendation?”

It was a reasonable suggestion.

But Kiaros ignored him and gave an order.

“First, inform the Tower Lord about this matter and get a written opinion.”

The commander frowned, clearly hesitant.

“The Tower Lord... sir? Is that really necessary? I doubt he’ll even care...”

“If I can’t fully assess the situation myself, then I need an expert’s opinion.”

Even if she didn’t realize it, Namia had saved his life.

He wanted to look her in the eyes and sincerely thank her.

“And the moment she regains consciousness, report it to me immediately. I’ll go meet her myself.”

He also just wanted to see those sparkling eyes again—like the ones he saw that day.

“She’s probably resting in the royal ward now. Give her at least a day.”

He brushed back his hair and sat down.

The unexpected ambush had thrown everything into chaos.

He’d barely slept through the night, but now, finally, he had a moment to breathe.

He planned to start reviewing the Scroll Department’s documents himself.

There was something fishy going on in that department—he was sure of it.

‘There’s way too much going on. Still, maybe I’ll have time to go through some of this before Namia wakes up.’

But just as he reached out—under the name Kibon Altess—to place his hand on the summoning circle and call up the documents...

The circle lit up with a sharp, definitive message.

<Access denied.>

‘...What?’

<Kibon Altess — Access revoked due to resignation on October 20.>

‘Huh?’

October 20 was the day of the ambush.

His mouth hung open, speechless.

<Processed by: Namia Roafi>

Because it was the final line, the name Namia Roafi didn’t even disappear.

Kiaros stared at the name.

‘You’ve got to be kidding me.’

So... she made 166 scrolls overnight and revoked his access rights in the morning?

That scatterbrained girl—he thought she wouldn’t even know what permissions she’d granted him!

He’d even considered using it as a pretext to wipe out the entire Scroll Department!

‘W-What the hell is this girl?’

Okay, fine. He could’ve imagined that she might file the resignation.

But he’d assumed, with his business trip the next day, that he’d have at least three days of buffer.

And yet she’d processed it immediately—the very next morning—and cut him off?

‘A meticulous talent like this was stuck as the lowest-ranked employee in the Scroll Department for three years and seven months?’

He’d thought she was clueless—but she could rattle off legal clauses like it was nothing.

He’d thought she was incompetent—but she handled scrolls with expert precision.

He’d thought she was careless—but she was airtight when it came to security.

Kiaros sat frozen, dumbfounded.

Just then—

“Your Highness.”

His aide returned and reported,

“Miss Namia Roafi has regained consciousness.”

“Good. Then I’ll head to the ward—”

“A-ah, no.”

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Just as Kiaros began to stand, the aide quickly added,

“She went straight to work. As soon as she woke up, she returned to the Scroll Department!”

“What?”

Kiaros, at a total loss for words, pressed his forehead again.

And still—why is she so damn diligent!