Sylvia silently held the last message Bianca had entrusted to her.
Then she headed straight into the heart of the Estate.
“This is troublesome…”
The Magic Barrier enveloping Lily Manor even had an additional ward against Spatial Magic.
If her Nightmare Power hadn’t been significantly higher than Lady Catherine’s, the moment she cast her spell, the other party would have sensed her immediately.
She had to admit, Lady Catherine was definitely someone she admired and valued greatly.
Even though Catherine hadn’t reached the Sanctuary level yet, in Sylvia’s eyes, she was far stronger than those who had just stepped into the Sanctuary.
For mages, knowledge was power, and Lady Catherine—the famous scholar of the continent—despite her mana level stuck at ninety-nine units, unable to enter the Sanctuary, was much more troublesome to deal with than those Sanctuary Domain Transcendents barely above one million.
After entering the Estate, Sylvia glanced around.
She seemed to be in a rear garden, surrounded by clean grasslands and a courtyard adorned with vibrant, multicolored flowers.
The air smelled refreshingly sweet.
A butterfly landed on her shoulder.
Sylvia silently brushed it away and pondered where to begin.
“Meow…”
Hmm?
Sylvia looked down toward the source of the sound.
It was a snow-white cat; from a distance, it resembled a snowball or a lump of cream.
Now it stood at Sylvia’s feet, body tensed in an aggressive stance, fur bristled, meowing at her.
“Are you scared?”
Sylvia asked expressionlessly as she picked up the cat by the scruff of its neck.
The cat finally showed fear; its meows became hoarse and desperate, as if calling for help.
“Eh.”
As the Pope of the Holy Light Church, the Holy Throne of the continent, Sylvia’s heart was broad and magnanimous.
She certainly wouldn’t be angered by such a harmless cat.
Before it could continue meowing, Sylvia casually tossed it aside and then made her way into a nearby room.
The rift of the teleportation had just closed behind her as she landed, raising an eyebrow and looking toward the left side of the room.
Lady Catherine’s aura was nearby, very close.
Had she accidentally revealed her presence earlier, she would have been discovered.
“What a troublesome woman,” Sylvia muttered softly, starting to carefully locate Roman.
A few seconds later, her eyes lit up slightly, and she vanished again.
When she landed this time, her breathing involuntarily grew rapid.
She frowned, showing a look of disgust.
Her gaze swept over the room’s decor—it was completely different from the ordinary one before.
The furniture was abundant; the style understated yet luxurious, the kind of atmosphere left behind by a long-term occupant.
Without a doubt, it was a woman’s scent.
Sylvia recognized it as belonging to the Lily Countess—the same woman who had met her in the cathedral hall.
Roman had already slept in her bed?
Her expression darkened slightly as she slowly stepped forward.
Looking toward the large bed in the distance, a petite figure lay there, the quilt rising and falling with their breaths.
Approaching, she saw long silver hair like tassels spread over the pillow, bedsheets, and blanket.
She reached out and gently adjusted the sleeping boy’s posture.
His pure and well-defined face appeared before Sylvia.
Her breath caught involuntarily, and she softly uttered a faint sigh of admiration.
Perfect beyond compare, exquisitely crafted.
Her fingers unconsciously brushed over Roman’s cheek, the delicate features so beautiful and yet so familiar.
He was almost molded from the same mold as her mother, Lainie.
Her fingers lingered on Roman’s face.
Since Lainie had left, Sylvia had never been this gentle as a Pope.
The only thing that displeased her was the scent of other women on Roman.
Besides the Lily Countess, there were traces of other women’s scents.
Including Lady Catherine’s…
This made Sylvia’s gaze flicker with suspicion for a moment, but in the end, she convinced herself that since this Estate was mostly inhabited by women aside from Roman, it was only natural for him to carry their scents.
Her fingers slowly reached Roman’s right eye, shaped like a white flower.
Sylvia frowned and cautiously touched one of the petals.
“Ah…”
Roman let out an intoxicating moan, causing Sylvia’s body to tremble slightly.
Suddenly, warmth spread from the spot her finger touched, and her loving eyes widened silently.
Roman, still asleep, seemed to sense the finger on his face and unconsciously closed his mouth over it.
The warm sensation transmitted through her finger; Sylvia had never been treated this way, and no one had ever dared to treat her like this. For a moment, she was at a loss.
“Mom…”
With her finger in his mouth, Roman whispered softly.
That single word shattered the fragile composure Sylvia had maintained around him, releasing all her tenderness and maternal affection.
“Good child…”
Sylvia crouched down, lovingly allowing him to suck on her finger, feeling no disgust or discomfort—only a kind warmth like watching her own child.
And a lingering emotion that filled her heart.
Although Lainie had completely left her, she had left behind a child who looked almost exactly like her.
This feeling…
Sylvia leaned closer to examine Roman’s face.
She was already utterly lost in thought.
It was as if Lainie had returned to her side, never having left.
“Good child, good child…”
Sylvia hummed softly.
From now on, I am your mother, she thought.
After confirming Roman’s identity, Sylvia was about to examine his transcendent talent.
Was Roman truly the Holy Child that Goddess Fara had revealed to her?
Just as her magic began to flow through Roman’s body, she suddenly sensed footsteps at the door.
Before the sound of the door opening could be heard, Sylvia’s figure vanished.
The door opened, and Lady Catherine entered Roman and Luo Xiya’s bedroom, her graceful steps betraying her voluptuous figure.
Sylvia: ?
At this moment, she was hiding inside the room’s wardrobe.
When she heard someone was coming, she didn’t think twice and immediately concealed her aura, slipping inside.
Sylvia originally felt a bit embarrassed.
If anyone knew that the Pope of the Holy Throne was hiding in someone else’s bedroom wardrobe like a thief, her reputation might be ruined.
But she had no time for shame now because she saw Lady Catherine entering the room.