The Saint's Ridiculous Seduction Strategy

Chapter 3 — A Dinner Date with Disaster

Elliot had expected his first task to involve something simple.

Perhaps introducing himself. Maybe having a pleasant conversation.

He certainly hadn't expected to be told that he would eat dinner with all six guardians.

Together.

At one table.

“Is this really necessary?” Elliot whispered as a servant adjusted his collar.

“Of course,” Seraphina replied cheerfully. “Sharing a meal encourages emotional intimacy.”

“Does eating alone encourage emotional intimacy with food?”

The goddess ignored him.

That evening, Elliot entered the royal dining room and immediately regretted every decision that had led him there.

The table was enormous, covered with silver dishes, fresh bread, roasted meat, and desserts that looked more expensive than his entire apartment.

The six guardians were already seated.

“Elliot!” Felix waved enthusiastically. “Come sit beside me!”

Before Elliot could move, Raphael pulled out the chair on his other side.

“No, sit here. I promise I'm much better company.”

Adrian sipped his wine. “How competitive. He's only choosing a chair.”

“I'm choosing the best seat,” Raphael replied.

Elliot stood frozen between them.

“Can I sit on the floor?”

Lucien looked at him. “Why?”

“Because nobody is fighting over that spot.”

Noah laughed softly and guided Elliot toward an empty chair beside him.

“Here. You look like you need a peaceful meal.”

“Finally,” Elliot whispered. “A reasonable person.”

Unfortunately, peace lasted approximately three minutes.

Dorian noticed Elliot carefully cutting his meat into tiny pieces.

“Are you afraid of the food?”

“No. I'm afraid of making a fool of myself in front of six handsome men.”

The words escaped before Elliot could stop them.

Silence descended upon the table.

His fork slipped from his fingers.

I said that aloud.

Raphael's eyes sparkled with amusement. Felix nearly choked on his drink, while Adrian raised one elegant eyebrow.

Even Lucien looked surprised.

Dorian leaned forward.

“You think we're handsome?”

Elliot wanted the floor to swallow him.

“I meant that objectively! Like describing the weather! You're all very… aesthetically arranged!”

“ Aesthetically arranged?” Adrian repeated.

Raphael burst out laughing.

Noah gently patted Elliot's shoulder. “Don't worry. They're teasing you.”

“I would rather fight the dragon.”

For the first time, Dorian's stern expression softened into something resembling a smile.

At that exact moment, a golden notification appeared above Elliot's plate.

HOLY POWER: 0.5%

Elliot stared at it.

He had gained holy power by embarrassing himself at dinner.

Perhaps this world wasn't asking him to seduce six men.

Perhaps it was trying to kill him through humiliation.

And the worst part?

Raphael had already announced that tomorrow, he intended to teach Elliot how to flirt.

Elliot dropped his forehead onto the table.

His retirement was officially doomed.