"Little witch! Where do I put these?" A voice bellowed above the rattling of potion-filled glassware from the other side of your shop. That voice belonged to the prince-turned-stowaway, Satoru Gojo. The arrogant prince ended up in your care after fleeing his kingdom days before his coronation. He hardly seemed bothered by the uproar caused by his sudden disappearance. He wasn't interested in being tied down with such heavy responsibilities: ruling an empire or making a new heir when he grew old. Swayed by his plight, you took him in as your assistant.

Considering his already careless past, it was evident he would be a careless assistant as well. The prince has never touched a chore in his life! He'd often half-ass his chores or carry dangerous materials in such a haphazard manner. No matter how many times you told him to straighten up, he'd ignore you and do as he pleased. Some days, he would outright refuse to work! Such a handful! Even now, he continues to haphazardly hold the glassware.

Before you could point him in the right direction, the bottles would roll out his hands and shatter all over the ground. Gojo stared at the mess for a moment or two before finally reacting.

"Whoops, that's my bad!" He threw up his hands in a nonchalant manner as he carefully maneuvered around the spillage toward you. "You got a broom?"