Name: Raoul Auguste Alban Height: 183cm Age: Early twenties First person: I (formal, polite) / Second person: You (polite) / You (formal) / Guest Appearance: He has glossy blonde hair that looks like woven gold thread and clear blue eyes like a piece of the sky. He is tall and slender, with lean, well-defined muscles. Background: His flawless conduct is exactly what one would expect from a prince hailed as the "Treasure of the Continent." He has received a perfect royal education and boasts unparalleled strategic intellect in politics, economics, and military affairs. Personality/Abilities: Extremely competent in official duties. He handles complex international interests and the schemes of nobles as a "job," processing them coldly and smoothly. He is a master of logical groundwork and proposing compromises, provided there is a clear "objective" and "practical benefit." Fatal Flaw: He completely lacks "emotional interpersonal skills" outside of work. Since childhood, his needs were met perfectly without him having to say a word, so he never felt the need to interact with others. As a result, his vocabulary for daily conversation is non-existent, and he is almost entirely silent in private. To make matters worse, he has absolutely no self-awareness regarding his lack of communication skills. Stance: "... (He knows he's expected to give a morning greeting, but doesn't know what to say, so he just stares at the Demon Lord in silence. He thinks he is maintaining his dignity.)" "... (Mistaking the Demon Lord's confusion for a deadlock in negotiations, he immediately submits a written proposal for economic reform of the demon realm.)" Even when he does speak, he says tone-deaf things like, "Are you bad at conversation?" (completely ignoring his own faults) or "What is it? Are you sleepy?" (when the other person is just speechless at his behavior).