This Elf Is a Master Flirt, and the Demon King Has Fallen Head Over Heels

Prince Roman of the Elves received an easy-win mission: seduce the Demon King and steal intelligence.

He was full of confidence. After all, he was the best flirt in all of elvenkind.

So he approached the throne of the Demon Realm, hiding calculations as deep as the abyss behind his clear eyes.

The Demon King, Mephistopheles, stared at him. "From today on, you'll sleep in my chambers."

Every night, Roman pretended to sleep beside the Demon King. Meanwhile, his fingertips secretly sketched a map of the Demon Realm's defenses, and he tucked the intelligence into a quill to send back to Heaven overnight.

Until one day, he failed to send some intelligence...

Mephistopheles instead opened his arms and reached out to his trembling beloved in the enemy ranks:

"Now, do you still want to be an angel's pawn, or will you come back and be my Demon Queen?"

Before a million soldiers, Roman wrapped his hand around Mephistopheles' wrist.

The Archangel roared, "Roman! Your mission!"

Roman looked back, his smile captivating all who saw it. "My mission is to seduce the Demon King. But it seems I ended up losing myself along the way."