Chapter 114: The Witch

Slowly descending to the ground, Roman stared at the Button Lady Catherine had handed him, curiosity and astonishment written all over his face.

When Lady Catherine had stood in front of him just now, she had quietly slipped this item into his palm with one hand.

At the same time, Lady Catherine’s voice echoed in his mind.

“Inject mana, and run!”

As soon as Lady Catherine finished speaking, she and Sylvia vanished from the spot, disappearing without a trace.

Roman hesitated for nearly half a minute, but finally followed Lady Catherine’s instructions and injected mana into the Button.

After all, Sylvia’s ultimate target was him.

As long as he remained under Sylvia’s watchful gaze, any resistance from Lady Catherine would be meaningless and futile.

The next second, he was pulled into a portal and transported to another space.

This is…

With a helpless sigh, Roman wandered through the night, finally spotting signs of human presence ahead.

“Who goes there?”

A female voice rang out nearby.

Roman turned to see a Patrol Knight holding a lantern, dressed in light armor.

Roman quickly wrapped his cloak tighter around himself, clutching the hem so not even a sliver of skin was visible.

No reason but one—Roman knew his own allure to women.

It would be absurd for things to spiral out of control for such a reason when everything was already fine.

It wasn’t that he feared losing in a fight.

In fact, the reason Lady Catherine dared to send Roman away was because she understood his strength better than anyone.

Even a high-ranking transcendent wouldn’t necessarily get the upper hand against Roman right now, and the place Lady Catherine sent him to was the furthest and safest location.

“Hello, I’m a lost traveler. Could you tell me where I am?”

Roman asked, head lowered.

The female Patrol Knight scrutinized Roman, her gaze sweeping over his long, radiant silver hair and the alluring face partially illuminated by the lantern.

She stared at him for a long time.

“This is the Kailden Duchy, territory of Grand Duke Veronica. If you’re lost, I’ll take you to a nearby inn to register.”

Kailden Duchy?

Roman froze, then immediately understood.

This was the territory of Luo Xiya’s mother, Grand Duke Veronica!

He opened his mouth, wanting to reveal his identity, but since he carried no proof, how could the other party possibly believe him?

So, he obediently followed her to a nearby inn.

After checking in, Roman was embarrassed to find he hadn’t brought enough money.

The female Knight shook her head and paid for a night’s stay on his behalf.

“There’s a detailed map of the area in the room. Just follow it when you leave.”

She yawned and waved, leaving.

“You’re truly a good person.”

Roman couldn’t help but say from the heart.

After all, his first impression of this world was of those greedy, insatiable Noble Ladies, which naturally made him wary of women here.

Sure enough, no matter the world, good people outnumber bad ones…

While Roman wondered how to repay her kindness, the female Knight had already left the inn.

However, Roman did not know that the moment the female Knight stepped outside, her figure vanished.

Or rather, she melted into the darkness.

Not long after, a patrol team passed through the street, led by a female Patrol Captain who looked identical to the Knight who had disappeared earlier.

She casually glanced around the street.

If she remembered correctly, this inn had been abandoned for a long time.

And she had no idea that an imposter had just used her identity.

Roman certainly didn’t know, either.

The hazy night was like a veil draped over the Lady of the Night’s face, hiding many truths within its shadows.

“It’s him. No doubt about it.”

A voice rang out—precisely that of the fake female Knight who had guided Roman.

“Nicely done~”

This voice belonged to another woman, her tone husky yet captivating.

Inside the inn, Roman pulled his cloak tighter as he headed for the second floor, feeling more and more uneasy with each step.

This place… is so quiet…

Not a single sound came from the rooms. All was silent.

Was business just that bad here?

Roman wondered, then reached out to open a door.

The creaking of the door echoed as Roman stepped inside, discovering that the room seemed unused for a long time.

Placing the lantern on the table, a faint unease surged from deep within him.

Roman swallowed, recalling the receptionist he’d seen earlier, only to realize he couldn’t remember her face at all.

Something’s wrong!

Roman stood up from the bed, holding the lantern.

There was definitely a problem here.

Mana circulated through his body as he warily surveyed his surroundings, intending to leave immediately.

Unfortunately, from the moment he stepped into the room, escape was impossible.

He wasn’t sure what he’d inhaled, but as soon as he picked up the lantern, his body went limp and he collapsed onto the bed behind him.

But instead of landing on the hard mattress as expected, he fell into a warm, sweet embrace.

A bewitching aura swirled around Roman.

His cloak was yanked away and thrown to the floor.

Without its cover, Roman was naturally exposed.

Feeling the sensation behind him, his brows trembled in surprise.

The woman behind him was also completely unclothed…

“Saint Son, it’s been a while.”

The woman leaned close to his ear, her voice sticky sweet.

Her graceful hand glided over Roman’s body, moving slowly from top to bottom.

Powerless to resist, Roman summoned all his strength to look back, wanting to see the woman’s face, but managed only to glimpse her long hair.

Under the lamplight, he could barely make out her glossy, violet hair, its fragrance intoxicating.

Her voice was melodious, sultry and mature when she whispered, yet crisp and clear like a silver bell in normal speech.

However, its strength was a strange mismatch for such a bell-like tone.

Roman felt his body burning, gradually realizing he’d fallen for such a dirty trick…

Why…?

He couldn’t understand.

The identity of the female Knight had been genuine.

Why would she entrap him like this, only to hand him over to someone else?

And the strangest thing of all—he had suddenly appeared here, yet the setup seemed prearranged, as if they’d been lying in wait for him.

The woman licked Roman’s earlobe, sliding off the last scarf from her shoulder, violet eyes flashing with wild excitement.

A filthy existence like herself, bearing a child with the Goddess’s Holy Child—just the thought of it was enough to set her blood aflame.

“Who are you?”

“Take a guess~~”

The woman licked Roman’s cheek.

On her lower abdomen was a seductive mark.

If Lady Catherine had seen it, she would have recognized it instantly as the infamous Witch Cult Mark.