"Angel!" Little Jean ran towards Raphael, who opened his arm and then hugged his fairy.

"Good morning, Fairy," Raphael caressed Little Jean's pink hair and kissed Jean's hair softly. "Oh? Your hair smells like a rose. Do you take a rose-scented bath?"

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"Eh? What is a rose-scented bath?" Little Jean asked.

"You don't know that?"

"Nope!" Little Jean shook his head energetically, and his fluffy pink hair wafted that sweet smell of roses on Raphael's nose, which made Raphael hugged Jean even tighter.

"That means it's the natural smell of your hair," Raphael said.

"Um… Angel doesn't like Jean's hair?" Little Jean tried to retreat, but Raphael made sure that Little Jean couldn't escape his hug.

"I like it a lot," Raphael replied with a smile on his face. "I need to bring you to my private garden in the royal palace. It is filled with roses—"

"—There is no such thing as going to a private garden. Jean is still too small to leave Eau Saumont Palace," Maximillien stood behind Jean and glared at Raphael. He had an innate dislike for this kid for some reason, especially with his callousness and his obvious greediness towards Little Jean. He might be seven years old, but Maximillien could feel that maliciousness under his Saint guise.

"Ahahaha! Relax, Duke Maximillien. They're just kids!" Emperor Argent walked in and stood behind Raphael, his son. His gaze cooled down, and he stared at Duke Maximillien with a taunting smile on his face.

"I've prepared the contract for their engagement. All you need to do is to sign this since I've signed my part," Emperor Argent said. His eyes cast down at Raphael and Little Jean, "You guys should play in the garden. I will talk with Duke Maximillien about the engagement. Consider it done. You two are engaged now."

Duke Maximillien accepted the contract from Emperor Argent, but before he signed it, he asked Little Jean for the last time, "Jean, are you sure that you want to be with Second Prince?"

"Yes!" Jean replied short but certain.

[Pupa: Ding! Raphael De Argent's Fatemeter increases to 20%. Seriously though, what's wrong with these guys. They are so easy on spicy chicken Yunyu!]

[Hehe, maybe because I'm just that irresistible.]

[Pupa: PEH!]

Raphael felt something clicked in his heart, but he didn't know why. He kept staring at Yunyu and then glanced at Duke Maximillien, who looked so pissed off.

Raphael grinned, "Well, of course, my cute fairy will choose me as his fiancee. Because he likes me the most."

Maximillien wanted to refute that because Little Jean said he liked his big brother the most, but this wasn't the right time.

Besides, that wasn't his problem, Maximillien didn't care which one Little Jean liked the most, and anyone whom Little Jean wanted was insignificant for Maximillien's life.

"There is no engagement party until you're ten years old. Remember that, Jean," Duke Maximillien warned.

"Wha—Jean can get a party with Angel?" Little Jean asked excitedly.

"Of course!" Raphael replied. Meanwhile, Duke Maximillien could only zip his mouth and glared at the grinning Emperor. He had to read the engagement contract in case something would be disadvantageous for Little Jean in the future.

Raphael held Little Jean's hand, and they walked to the maze garden together.

Raphael kept staring at Little Jean while Jean was looking around bewilderedly. He felt something was a bit weird today. He visited this maze garden almost every day in spring, and it was filled with flowers in many colors.

But today was strange because it seemed there were a lot more flowers than usual, and all of them bloomed beautifully for each step he took as if the flowers bloomed just for Little Jean.

"Uwaaa! So beautiful!" Little Jean said as he was awed by the blooming sparkling flowers. He turned his head at Raphael, who got caught red-handed that he had been staring at Little Jean since the moment they entered the garden. Raphael immediately turned his head away to avoid meeting Little Jean's doe eyes.

"Angel! Look at all these blooming flowers!" Little Jean said excitedly.

"I can see that..." Raphael replied. Of course, he knew that because he was the reason for this abnormality.

He realized his supernatural power as the child of the light as early as four years old. He realized that his emotion affected the surrounding.

When he was gloomy, plants around him would wilt, and sometimes the sky would darken. When he was happy, the sky would turn brighter, and the air would be fresher.

But he never realized that he had the power to make flowers bloom. He thought it was because he was happy, but he had been happy before, and he never did this.

It seemed that his power to bloom the flowers was linked with Little Jean.

Raphael couldn't take his eyes off Jean because of his words. When Jean confirmed that he wanted to be Raphael's fiancee so surely, without any hesitation, it made Raphael's heartbeat accelerated.

He tried to pry on Little Jean's heart, thinking that he had planned this with his Big brother.

But when he pried in, he only saw a bright light that covered Little Jean's heart. So bright that Jean should be the Saint, not Raphael.

"Angel, look, look!" Little Jean pointed at his shoes and saw flowers magically sprouting and blooming from the ground.

"Uwaa! So beautiful!" Little Jean twirled and then circled around Raphael. The flowers continued following his trail, blooming beautifully.

Raphael knew that his power, his ability as the next Saint, somehow affected Little Jean.

And the more Jean was happy, the more his power grew as if it was solely used to cater for Little Jean's use.

"Little Jean," Raphael grabbed Little Jean's arm to stop him from hopping around like a cute little bunny.

Little Jean turned his head and stared at Raphael. Their eyes met, the doe blue eyes and the bright blue that sparkled with such clarity in Raphael's eyes.

"Yes, Angel?"

"Do you… actually, like me?"