Hearing Yiserin’s words, a faint smile crept onto Flora’s usually poised and elegant face.
Flora couldn’t fathom how this person was so bold. Barely moments after Ian and Sephiroth left for the restroom, this mysterious figure in a male uniform and mask had casually taken the seat across from her.
Before Flora could say a word, Yiserin launched into a barrage of cheesy pickup lines.
“May I have the honor of knowing your name, beautiful elven lady?”
Flora regarded the person sitting before her calmly. “I’m Flora.”
“I’m Yiserin. Delighted to meet you.”
After Flora answered, Yiserin discreetly pulled a small yellow booklet from her pocket, sneaking glances at it.
“May I ask, elven lady, do you know what my flaw is?”
Flora, unsure of what Yiserin was playing at, shook her head helplessly, indicating she had no idea.
How could she answer when a stranger asked about their own flaws out of the blue?
Despite the mask covering Yiserin’s face, Flora sensed an inexplicable confidence radiating from her.
Yiserin’s tone brimmed with self-assurance, as if she believed her charm was irresistible and her next words would capture Flora’s heart. “I think my flaw is that I’m missing you.”
Flora nearly broke at the corny line, her calm facade struggling to hold back a laugh. “I don’t think so,” she replied coolly.
Seeing Flora rebuff her, a flicker of panic crossed Yiserin’s confident expression, but it vanished quickly, replaced by renewed bravado.
Yiserin wasn’t one to give up. Even after Flora’s polite rejection, she found the challenge intriguing—the harder the target, the more exciting the pursuit.
Who could resist the Master of Romance? If you asked who crowned her with that title, she’d point to the cover of her yellow booklet.
Emblazoned across it were the words The Master of Romance’s Guide, looking like something bought from a roadside stall.
Undeterred by the rejection, Yiserin kept her composure, her hand subtly flipping through the booklet under the table.
Her sapphire-blue eyes darted to the pages below, brimming with sneaky intent.
When she reached a certain page, her eyes lit up, certain this time she had a foolproof plan.
Yiserin coughed a few times, her voice taking on a magnetic tone. “I’ve been a bit tight on funds lately. Could you, Flora, lend me something?”
Hearing Yiserin mention being short on money, Flora instinctively assumed she was about to ask for a loan.
As the Princess of the Elven Forest, Flora wasn’t short on funds, but why would she lend money to a stranger? Her wealth didn’t grow on trees.
Given Yiserin’s earlier behavior, Flora knew this wasn’t a simple request for money—there had to be a twist.
Flora replied politely, “I’m sorry, but I can’t decide without knowing what you want to borrow.”
“Could I borrow your hand to hold, to ease my ‘tight’ situation?”
Yiserin delivered the line with overflowing confidence, certain Flora would fall under her charm.
She wasn’t sure why this line would work, but the book said it would, so it had to be true.
Her sister had always taught her to read more. Though she disliked her sister, she agreed with that advice.
Why did she dislike her sister? Because she constantly restricted her freedom, keeping her tethered by her side, preventing her from pursuing love.
Whenever Yiserin mentioned wanting to leave, her sister’s eyes would turn strange—resentful, like those of an abandoned spouse.
Once, when Yiserin declared she wanted to chase love, her sister’s disbelief left her eyes hollow, as if betrayed.
Even now, recalling her sister’s expression sent shivers down Yiserin’s spine.
Later, she learned from human light novels that her sister’s behavior was called “yandere.”
From then on, she feared her sister, terrified of being locked in a basement one day.
So, Yiserin fled the Silver Dragon Clan, disguised herself as a human boy, and enrolled in Saint Roland Magic Academy.
She’d been at the academy for nearly a year without seeing her sister again.
In that time, she’d been happy, meeting many beautiful girls and having countless exciting encounters.
She’d even honed a skill: detecting whether someone was a beautiful girl based on their scent.
She called it her “Beautiful Girl Radar”—no beauty could escape her nose.
When Chiye dragged her to her mother’s restaurant, Yiserin had been complaining about Chiye with her other roommate, Sephiroth.
Mid-rant, her Beautiful Girl Radar activated, picking up an intoxicating scent in the air.
Turning around, she saw Flora—the most beautiful girl she’d encountered in her year at the academy.
Even if she couldn’t win Flora over now, she had to get closer to her.
Flora had no idea who taught Yiserin these cheesy pickup lines, but if she ever met them, she’d make Yiserin repeat every word to see if their conscience could handle it—or if they’d laugh.
Looking at Yiserin, Flora said, “Sorry, I can’t lend you my hand. Pick something else.”
Yiserin took it as shyness, which she expected. Elves were symbols of purity and kindness, so Flora’s reaction was no surprise.
Now was the time to press her advantage. Borrowing something from Flora now could give Yiserin an excuse to “return” it later and lure her out.
Looking around, Yiserin found nothing else to borrow, so she pointed at the Watermelon Stir-Fried with Pork on the table. “May I try this dish?”
“I’m afraid that’s not possible. This was ordered with that male student, so you’d need his permission,” Flora replied.
Just then, Flora spotted Ian and Sephiroth emerging from the restroom and decided to pass the question to Ian.
Hearing Flora’s words, Yiserin stood and approached Ian.
As she drew near, her Beautiful Girl Radar went off.
She sensed an unfamiliar yet captivating scent, as alluring as Flora’s—perhaps even more so.