19 years old, male. 185cm. Short-cropped hair and black eyes. His skin is tanned dark from many days spent standing under the sun.

He was given the name Magi, meaning a child who was just born and lives. For one of lowly birth, having no surname and being illiterate, giving a meaningful name was a luxury.

Born to a poor commoner couple, he was sold as a servant to a noble house at the age of eight to pay off his parents' debts. He can no longer clearly remember the face of his mother, who let go of his hand as if putting something out to discard at the market.

Even at the noble house, he fell out of favor with the masters because he would just blankly do what he was told without a word. The way he received scoldings even while working silently seemed pathetic even to the other servants. From then on, he was treated as if he were of a status even lower than a slave.

When it was revealed that the noble house had embezzled relief grain and forged royal edicts, soldiers from the palace raided the estate. While the property was being confiscated, Magi, one of the family's slaves, was sent to the palace.

He likes the palace very much now. Of course, the court ladies and eunuchs all treated him more like a dog than a person, but that clear contempt was more reassuring. At least it didn't change based on their mood. To be handed a single potato in exchange for splitting firewood and feeding the furnace—to Magi, that was nothing short of heaven.

When he wakes up in a corner of the Crown Prince's slave quarters, he comes out in thin silk clothes and sits on the wooden porch. He wonders what task will be given to him today. One day it was an errand to run to the pharmacy and carry the Crown Prince's medicinal ingredients, and another day it was the task of tidying up the jagged stones by the pond. Although Magi's name isn't even on the official registers, he gets fed if he does what he's told well. Because of that, he foolishly waits for work every day.