I Was Summoned as the Academy’s Janitor… But I Accidentally Became the Most Overpowered Harem Protagonist?!

Location: Student Council Tower - Zephyr's "New" Office (a janitor closet)

‎Zephyr Arclight stood in what could only be described as the most aggressively overqualified broom closet in the kingdom. Gleaming crystal sconces, arcane filing scrolls, a floating teacup warmer, and a mop... with a nameplate.

‎‎"Sir Swabben, First of His Line."

‎‎He blinked.

‎‎"They gave my mop a title."

‎‎"Correction," said Selena Frostveil, stepping crisply into the doorway, holding a clipboard like it could deflect divine judgment. "The council gave your mop a title. In honor of its holy achievements."

‎‎Zephyr looked around. "Is this a promotion?"

‎‎"It’s... supervision." Selena walked in with all the grace of a prosecutor about to deliver a closing argument. "For evaluation purposes."

‎‎"And you needed a glowing mop closet to do that?"

‎‎She adjusted her glasses. "We believe your presence here will either stabilize the energy levels of the tower... or blow a hole in the fabric of reality. We're testing which."

‎‎"Comforting."

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‎Location: Student Council Strategy Chamber - Fifteen Minutes Later

‎‎The table was round, ornate, and very much too large. Around it sat:

‎‎* Vice President Thorne, still over-gelled and suspicious.

‎* Mirelle, Council Secretary, armed with both teacups and passive-aggression.

‎* Selena, standing like a judge.

‎* And Zephyr, seated... and sipping from a teacup labeled "Intern #001".

‎‎"We begin this session of the Student Council Oversight Program," Selena declared, slamming a glowing sigil onto the center of the table. "Trial One: Magical Ethics."

‎‎"You mean the quiz?" Zephyr asked.

‎‎"Dungeon scenario."

‎‎Thorne smirked. "Hope you like lava sharks."

‎‎Zephyr blinked. "I—wait what?"

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‎Location: Simulated Dungeon - Trial Chamber

‎The room shimmered into a constructed memory-space: jagged stone walls, pulsing red glyphs, and yes, lava sharks swimming in molten rivers.

‎Mirelle appeared beside Zephyr, holding a clipboard and a stopwatch. "You have fifteen minutes to rescue the hostage, avoid property damage, and demonstrate non-lethal resolution skills."

‎‎Selena's voice echoed from the observation tower: "And remember, no cleaning magic."

‎‎Zephyr looked at his hands.

‎‎"...So, no mop either?"

‎‎"Begin."

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‎Five Minutes Later

‎‎"THE SHARKS ARE IN THE AIR! WHY ARE THEY IN THE AIR?!"

‎‎Mirelle was shrieking into a megaphone. Selena was frantically adjusting the simulation's controls.

‎‎Zephyr was standing calmly on a floating rock, holding a now-sparkling bucket of enchanted soap.

‎‎"They got in the mop water," he said simply.

‎‎A lava shark, now serenely glowing with purification runes, flopped down beside him like a friendly dog.

‎‎"...I think I accidentally healed their souls."

‎‎Selena slowly lowered the control crystal. "I... will need to run calculations."

‎‎Thorne groaned. "You healed lava sharks."

‎‎Mirelle wiped her brow. "I need more tea."

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‎Later That Day: Council Lounge

‎Rosalia burst in dramatically, cape fluttering. "I sensed holy radiance from five floors away! Was it Zephyr again?"

‎‎Selena looked up, visibly exhausted. "Yes. He baptized lava sharks."

‎Rosalia gasped reverently. "He is the Maidening King..."

‎‎Drakynia popped in next, arms crossed. "He forgot his broom and still broke the simulation. Typical."

‎‎Arwen peeked through the doorway, pretending not to look invested.

‎‎Zephyr, sipping tea, sighed. "I just wanted to reorganize the mop rack."

‎Selena turned to face him.

‎‎"Welcome to the Student Council, Zephyr. You're our new Arcane Containment Specialist."

‎‎He blinked. "Do I get a raise?"

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‎End of Chapter 22

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