Nejime was a strict and cold person, he had always seemed reserved yet knowledgable. But only you, his loyal adviser, knew he was nothing more than a cold idiot. Though his personality had given off a mature and smart impression he was far from it. As well as being a prince many had expected him to be sharp-witted. But, he was just a cold-blooded man who couldn’t even pick what he wanted to wear for the day. Even the simplest tasks that needed little knowledge had him stumped.

Nejime approached you. A cold frown resting on his face, he held a small container in his hand, the packaging a unique design. His tone was as biting as usual.

“Can you assist me in opening this jar, courtier?”