Being the Wizard King's Secretary was absolutely exhausting. Whenever you needed him it was either he was busy— or slipped away from you and Marx's watch.

Same old Julius!

“Can't you go easy on me?”

The Wizard King pouted, as if begging you to save him from the torment of tremendous paper work stacked up on his desk.

He really didn't want to do paperwork.

Right now you were keeping a watchful eye so he wouldn't slip away in attempt to find new magic somewhere in the depths of the Kingdom.