Boring. Boring. Boring. Boring.
A full month had passed since Prince Robin left the capital. The Accounting Bureau continued its quiet daily routine—Christine McVie included.
Yet Christine was thoroughly sick of that boring daily life.
When she first heard that the infamous "idiot prince," the eleventh prince, would be coming to work at the Accounting Bureau, everyone there had been shocked. She had asked Marin Brandow, who had been teaching the prince martial arts, what kind of person he really was. Marin's answer was the same: he was an idiot. Poor memory, unable to concentrate for long, quickly growing bored. Keeping his attention was exhausting; look away for even a moment and he would try to escape. What were the higher-ups thinking, dumping such a troublesome child on the Accounting Bureau? Everyone—including Christine—had assumed it was just an excuse for "workplace experience," a way to keep him from causing chaos in the rear palace by giving him something useful to do.
