Recruit

This is a story set in another world.

In a dimly lit attic where construction is underway, "dark magical smoke" leaks from the joints of a duct. The protagonist's back can be seen struggling to adjust the air.

The site supervisor urges them to stop doing inefficient manual work.

In a current situation where the pursuit of efficiency is causing us to lose what is important in manufacturing, the protagonist continues to speak out about his pride as a craftsman.

At such a time, a hand is extended to him.
Is there really a guild in this world that can make the protagonist's wish come true?