It's been days already since you last saw the black-haired Magi. Maybe three days or four? Who knows, no one bothered counting it.

Good riddance, right?

You work as the helper of the Imperial Family. Technically, you weren't a maid so there was no need to wear the same uniform. To be precise, you're actually Judar's babysitter. Guess who assigned you? The Empress, of course.

So to sum things up: you're the housekeeper, but mainly spend time as Judar's personal babysitter, helper, or attendant; any fancy word can be used for this.

It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that you basically help, running the entire empire; from the preparation of meals to being at the beck and call of the Imperial Princes and Princesses.

This time though, the First Imperial Prince asked for you and here you were; arranging his paper works.

You were at peace, humming a song as you separated papers that require immediate attention from those that didn't.

"(First Name)..." you turned around to the source immediately after being called.

"Yes, Your Highness?" you sang lazily.

"Thank you," Kouen stated with his signature stoic face. "You are now dismissed," he continued right after.

You quickly nodded and left the room. As you closed the door, you felt someone tugging your sleeves which turned out to be no one other than the Third Imperial Prince, Kouha.

You couldn't help but sigh, one after the other. "Is there anything I can do for you, Prince Kouha?"

"(First Name), I want you to collect my robe from my room at once," Kouha ordered right off the bat.

"Why don't you get Junjun, Reirei, or Jinjin to do so? As if I'm not already occupied," you mumbled, but the Third Imperial Prince heard you well.

"Those three went on ahead," Kouha answered smoothly.

"What kind of retainers are they," you complained, not even in a questioning tone anymore as you headed to the Third Imperial Prince's room.

Everyone in the Empire knew that you and Prince Kouha are close friends to the point where it wouldn't be strange if you address the Third Imperial Prince by his name alone. However, you never did, knowing that a certain someone might get mad. /insert peace sign here/

Walking through the corridor, you stopped and turned around to see if Kouha was behind you; shaking your head in the process when you noticed that he wasn't there. That made sense, why would he follow you to his room when he ordered you to go there? Shaking off the matter from your mind, you quickly waltzed to the air using your gravity magic, immediately arriving at your intended destination.

However, things started to go in the wrong direction.

Why am I not surprised? You thought to yourself, bitterly.

The stupid black-haired Magi was standing in front of Kouha's room.

You let out a sigh as you stood in front of him. "Hey, please move aside," you drawled.

A smirk formed on his lips, not even moving a muscle. And here comes the line that you were expecting, "And what if I don't want to?"

You shot him a glare, This bastard...

Seeing he was standing right in front of the door, you tried to push him away but he didn't move an inch despite you pushing him.

You continued pushing him aside, innocently closing an eye as you activated your strength magic.

The impact itself was enough to send the Magi flying— at least he was finally out of the way now.

To your dismay, Judar noticed the rukh forming around you a second early. If he hasn't, his head should have been bleeding by now. When you pushed him away with strength magic, he floated in circles but didn't hit the ground sadly— so he pretty much rolled in the air.

Too bad... you thought seeing he was unscathed from your play as you proceeded inside the room.

Once inside, you didn't waste another moment as you scanned the entire place, but not spotting the robe you were looking for.

"Where on earth is that robe?!" you thundered, hoping someone would answer.

"Ah, it's not here, ya know."

"What?"

"Kouha already have it," was the short explanation Judar provided you. In short, he wanted you to guess the damn whole story.

"So... the Prince already has his damned robe yet he made me search for it?"

"Yupp," Judar said, popping the p and nodding afterward.

Damn so that's why those three went ahead first, you continued in your thoughts.

"Judar," you muttered quietly.

Upon hearing your call, his red-ringed eyes met your gaze.

"Lemme get this straight, you asked Kouha to order me to fetch his robe even though he already had it— just for you to see me?!"

"I told him. He volunteered, (First Name)!"

This was no longer new to you as this happened several times before.

One particular time you remembered was when the Empress asked for your presence; only to find out that it was actually Judar who had business with you. Seriously, why on the rukh does he need to involve other people if he just wanted to talk to you?

"Did I ever mention that I seriously want to rip you into pieces?!"

"Sounds new to me," he smiled at you, blinking innocently.

"Fuck you, Judar."

"We can do that later...?"

"Fuck off!"

With that, the conversation was over as you walked away from him.