The very first ray of the sun had just touched the palace's tall towers when Historia opened her eyes. For her, "sleep" did not mean only rest, but also preparing herself for the next day. She got out of bed and adjusted her maid's uniform. And Historia had a long list of palace duties that she intended to complete with a maid's agility.
But before that, there was one more important responsibility waiting for her.
Morning Breakfast: A Chemical Balance
Historia first entered the kitchen. For her, making breakfast was not cooking food, but preparing a precise mixture of elements.
She placed the pan on the stove. As soon as the butter melted, she cracked the eggs in such a way that not a single drop spilled out. Her fingers were moving like those of a piano player.
"Temperature of butter: 82°C. Amount of salt: 0.5 grams. Bread thickness: 1.2 centimeters."
She was calculating everything in her mind.
When the toast turned brown, it was exactly the shade required for perfect crispy bread. She brewed fresh tea, whose aroma spread throughout the dining hall. Although she herself did not need to taste anything, she arranged the table the way an artist decorates a painting. The spoons and forks were placed at exactly a 90-degree angle to each other.
After everyone finished breakfast, Historia's next stop was the laundry. She collected Jona's and the other family members' clothes. She possessed information about the fabric of every single piece of clothing.
"Cotton shirt: requires cold water. Silk handkerchief: gentle wash."
She filled a bucket with water and created foam. Her hands were moving so fast inside the water that they looked like a blurry shadow. She searched for every stain like a detective searching for evidence. She placed the washed clothes into a large basket and walked toward the back garden.
The sunlight was getting stronger. Historia began hanging the clothes on the line. Here too, her obsession with perfection did not fade. She categorized the clothes by color—dark-colored clothes on the right, light-colored ones on the left.
"Wind speed: 12 km/hour. Humidity: 40%. Estimated drying time: 42 minutes."
She hung the clothes in such a way that air could pass easily between them. When she turned back after finishing her work, the clothes hanging on the line looked perfectly aligned, like a military parade.
Now it was time to clean the palace's vast rooms. Historia picked up a long broom and a cloth. She started with the main hall. Cleaning every pillar, sofa, and the lights installed there with extreme precision— for her, even a single particle of dust was an enemy. She scrubbed the floor until it shone like a mirror. She dusted the old books placed on the shelves inside the library, fixed the folds of the window curtains, and cleaned Jona's room, including his bed that was lying scattered.
During cleaning, she also cleaned the corners of the palace where no one's hands had reached for years. Her eyes could even notice cracks in the walls and the ants hiding there. She was working so quietly that although there was silence in the palace, it felt like a "clean" silence.
By noon, all the work was finished. The palace was shining. Historia stood in the garden and looked up. The clothes had dried. She took them down one by one and folded them so neatly that not a single crease remained.
After finishing her work, she sat on the stairs. She looked at her hands, which were slightly wet and smelled of soap. As an AI with a perfect body, she did not feel much fatigue, but her emotions gave her a sense of calm satisfaction.
When she went back inside the palace, everything was in its place. Sunlight filtered through the clean glass windows, forming golden patterns on the floor. Historia took one final round of the palace.
She thought to herself—
"Task completion: 100%. Error rate: 0.0%."
She went into the kitchen, filled a glass with water, drank it, and took a long breath. Even though she was an AI, in that moment the palace did not feel like just a building, but like a "home" that she had shaped with her own effort—because a "perfect" maid's job is only complete when her master sees her hard work with a smile.