That Potion Works Way Too Well on the Cold-Blooded Sorcerer's Curse!

The person I spilled my special potion on at the edge of the ballroom was the young Chief Sorcerer, cursed to reject anyone who touches him. The moment I braced myself for execution, the curse's agonizing pain somehow vanished—"Hey, are you the one who made this potion?" A secret exclusive healer-master contract that begins with a misunderstanding and a clumsy blunder!