In the end, Rommel relied on his silver tongue to refuse Glasya's first bouquet.
Though he had been forced to use the excuse that flowers as delicate and beautiful as "Moonlight Rose" were better suited to lovely ladies than to a serious and diligent male Mage like himself.
Although Glasya did not quite agree with his view and even felt that Moonlight Rose suited him perfectly, the Hell princess ultimately compromised after Rommel displayed an unusual aversion to the flowers.
Still, her manner had been so greasy that... Rommel thought it over for a while before settling on the Undead's assessment—just looking at her made it feel as though his eyes had been smeared with lard.
Watching Glasya's unhurried departing figure, Rommel knew he had dug a pit for himself: next time, if the flowers Glasya brought were not especially delicate and flamboyant, he truly would have no way to refuse them again.
But based on what he knew about Glasya... Rommel could not help sighing at the thought. This was truly the first time he had ever taken the initiative to learn so much about someone he had known for less than a month.
In the past, Draculus had rarely allowed anyone he disliked to leave any impression on him.
Even people he somewhat appreciated had to meet him several times before he remembered them.
Falan included.
If he had not discovered that this male Mage entangled with the Half-Elf little princess had a slight connection to him, Draculus would not have remembered who he was after enjoying the spectacle, even though he had already spoken with Falan by then and had even eaten food Falan cooked.
So Draculus had always believed that nothing could break through his indifference.
It turned out that even after living for so many