The Saint's Ridiculous Seduction Strategy

Chapter 4 — The Prince's Terrible Flirting Lessons

Elliot had survived dinner.

Unfortunately, he hadn't survived Raphael's attention.

“Good morning, future heartbreaker!”

Elliot nearly dropped his cup.

Prince Raphael stood in his bedroom doorway, dressed in an elegant blue outfit and wearing the smile of someone who had never experienced embarrassment in his entire life.

“Why are you here?” Elliot asked.

“To teach you how to flirt.”

“I'm suddenly feeling very ill.”

“Wonderful! Nervousness makes romance exciting.”

“That's not how illness works!”

Raphael dragged a chair beside Elliot's bed and sat down.

“First lesson. When you meet someone attractive, look directly into their eyes.”

Elliot attempted it.

Raphael leaned closer.

Elliot immediately looked at the ceiling.

“Interesting,” Raphael murmured. “Your ceiling seems fascinating.”

“It has beautiful decorations.”

“Elliot.”

“Yes?”

“Look at me.”

Elliot turned his head.

Their eyes met.

One second passed.

Two seconds.

Three.

Elliot's cheeks became unbearably hot.

“YOU HAVE VERY NICE EYEBALLS!”

Raphael stared at him.

Then he collapsed backward, laughing so hard that tears appeared in his eyes.

Elliot covered his face with a pillow.

“Please leave me here to die.”

“Never! This is the most entertaining lesson I've ever taught.”

Raphael eventually stopped laughing and handed him a small mirror.

“Try complimenting yourself first. Confidence is important.”

Elliot studied his reflection.

Messy hair. Sleepy eyes. A face that looked permanently apologetic.

“I look like someone who apologizes to furniture after bumping into it.”

“Do you?”

“Yesterday, I apologized to a door.”

Raphael pressed his lips together, clearly fighting another laugh.

Then, unexpectedly, his expression softened.

“You know, Elliot, you don't have to become someone else to be liked.”

Elliot lowered the mirror.

For a moment, the prince seemed less like a teasing flirt and more like a genuinely kind person.

“Just be yourself,” Raphael continued. “Someone might find that more attractive than any rehearsed line.”

Elliot blinked.

“That was surprisingly good advice.”

“I occasionally have brilliant moments.”

“Occasionally?”

Raphael placed a hand over his heart.

“You wound me.”

A golden notification appeared in the air.

HOLY POWER: 1%

Elliot gasped.

“One whole percent?!”

Raphael grinned. “Apparently, you like me.”

“I like your advice! That's completely different!”

“Of course, sweetheart.”

Elliot threw the pillow at him.

Raphael caught it effortlessly, laughing as he left the room.

Once the door closed, Elliot stared at the notification.

He had gained another half-percent.

Perhaps emotional bonds really were the secret.

But as he prepared for breakfast, he discovered a small note beside his mirror.

Tomorrow's lesson: How to hold hands romantically.

Elliot slowly sat down on his bed.

“I'm going to fight that dragon with my bare hands.”